Hey Kristen Here. I have a WHOLE new story for you guys. Its called "A Slytherin's Twin". Dont worry for all you hardcore "Alternate Reality" fans, I am working on the story line with my co-writer. I will start writing it possibly tomorrow. Not today though. I am GRADUATING in a few hours. So here it goes...
The Great Hall buzzed with chatter and anticipation of the welcoming feast. Three out of the four tables were filled with happy students. The fourth table had boys and girls, that all seemed as if they were better than the others.
That table was the Slytherin table. Right in the middle of this table, was a pair of twins. A boy and girl both with white-blond hair and gray eyes, around the age of 16, these twins had the world offered to them on a solid gold platter.
The boy had attended Hogwarts for the past 5 years, now going on his 6th; the girl however, just transferred in from a private wizarding school in America. Their names? Draco Lucius and Danika Narcissa Kimberleigh Malfoy.
"You should be in Slytherin. You better be." Draco said.
"Whatever Draco. I just want to get this stupid thing over with." Danika laid her head onto her folded arms on the table.
"So do we all." He rubbed his sister's back soothingly. He knew how much she hated being shown off. That was the one thing that was going to happen as soon as all of the scare little first years got sorted.
About 10 minutes later, the Sorting ceremony ceased. Professor Dumbledore stood and silenced the Hall. Danika looked up, she knew this was the moment.
"Welcome all. Now before we all dig in, there is one more person to get sorted. This year we have a new 6th year. She transferred from America having spent 4 years in one of their most prestigious wizarding schools. Now would you please come up here Miss Malfoy?" Dumbledore gestured towards the Slytherin table.
Danika stood, amongst stares, glares, and gossip. She walked to the front, trying to keep her head held high. She didn't want to show weakness. She stopped when she got to the stool and sat. The Sorting hat was placed on her head.
"There is another Malfoy?" the Hat said. "Well, you are like your brother in more ways than one, but you were brought up differently. You think for yourself. But still you are perfect for... SLYTHERIN!!" The hat yelled out the ending.
Danika took off the hat, and walked back to her original seat. Draco was ecstatic that she got sorted into his house.
She sat in the seat amongst cheers from the Slytherins. She once again dropped her head onto her arms.
Draco rubbed his sister's back again. She hated this more than anything. "Aren't you glad to be in Slytherin?"
"Mmhhmm" Danika mumbled.
"I didn't catch that." He laughed.
Danika lifted her head. "Of course I am. I just hate all of these people looking at me." She looked around the Hall; hundreds of pairs or eyes were looking at her, though when she noticed, they looked away. "Gods, will they get a hobby?"
Draco shook his head, a smile on his face. "Highly doubtful."
"Damn." She dropped her head again, and stayed that way for the rest of the feast.
Gryffendor Table
"Does Malfoy actually have a heart?" asked Ron, mild curiosity showing in his voice. He was watching his archenemy comfort his twin sister.
"Which one?" asked Harry, looking at the Slytherin twins.
"The one we have hated for the past few years." Hermione answered.
"Oh, looks like it doesn't it." Harry said, helping himself to some treacle pudding (A/N Did I spell that right? Cut me some slack if I did, I am an American).
"Weird." Ron said.
"His sister doesn't look to happy to be in Slytherin. Did you notice?" Hermione asked, before taking a sip of her pumpkin juice.
"No, she is hot though." Harry dismissed what Hermione said.
Ron and Hermione stared wide-eyed at Harry.
"Are you ok?" Ron asked, suspiciously.
"Come on, Ron. You can't honestly tell me that you think she is ugly." Harry looked at his friend, an eyebrow raised.
"Well, she is beautiful. I will give you that, but she is a Malfoy."
"She doesn't seem like it though." Hermione spoke up.
Ron cocked an eyebrow.
"Seriously, Ron. If she acted like a Malfoy, she would be celebrating that she got into the House of her choice."
Ron didn't look impressed.
Hermione sighed, then went back to eating.