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Chapter 1 - The summer holidays
Pandora Malfoy, more commonly known as Pan, was not happy. She rarely was, especially during the summer holidays. She was a beautiful girl of 16, with the smooth, golden blonde hair that identified her family reaching halfway down her back. She had huge, glittering, dark blue eyes, which were almost a window into her soul. Her abused soul. For she was abused, a lot. She was beautifully slender, but this was because her mother's favourite punishment was starvation. She had, in fact, got so used to eating virtually nothing that she now had a tiny appetite. She had numerous scars on her back, and upper arms, that she was forbidden to magic away.
Simply to annoy her family, she had put bright pink streaks in her hair, during 4th year. This had earned her a good week of a slice of bread and a glass of water per day.
The reason for her discomfort this time, however, was her grown up brother. Lucius. He had used a curse to cut open her arm, from just above the wrist, to just above the elbow. He had then charmed the wound to heal incredibly slowly. Pan had woken up to find herself covered in blood, with a throbbing left arm.
This wound was now bandaged neatly, but it still hurt like hell. Her day had been made even worse, when her mother had announced,
"Now you insult to our family, we are going to a ball tonight to celebrate Regulus Black's fifteenth birthday. I want you to wear your blue dress robes, they are by far your best, although you don't do them justice..." she took in Pan's appearance and said "And one more thing" she waved her wand and the streaks in Pan's hair vanished. "Much more presentable..." she said, nodding her head "You are beautiful, you take after me, if only you weren't so... good" with that, she swept out of the room.
"Why do you hate me?" muttered Pan, looking down at her bandaged arm "And why do you want me to marry that brat Regulus? He's a whining kid... Anyway, his mother knows I'm different, a white sheep, she wouldn't allow me to marry Regulus... thank god!" she continued talking to herself "No, she'll want him to marry Priscilla," Priscilla was Pan's younger sister, she had almost white blonde hair and cold, ice blue eyes that were almost always narrowed in hate. She was the most evil creature that Pan knew. She didn't have Pan's natural beauty, instead she caked on foundation, powder, eyeliner, blusher, lipstick... the list was endless. Just as Pan finished speaking, her mother came through the door.
"Come on brat, get ready!"
Pan trudged to the bathroom, washed her hair, dried herself, re-bandaged her arm, and sought out her blue dress robes. They were beautiful, she had to admit. They were deep blue, the skirt was long and floaty, made of many layers of veil like material. The waist was tiny, and the bodice was intricately beaded. There were no straps. This did not bother Pan though. She had a fairly ample chest! Pan pulled on the robes and pulled her hair into an intricate up-do, with a few strands around her face. She put on shimmery eye-shadow, and a bit of black mascara and eyeliner. She put some clear lip-gloss on her pouty lips and pulled on strappy blue shoes, with a low heel. She draped a black travelling cloak around her shoulders, and descended the stairs to the hall.
Her mother was waiting for her with Priscilla. Lucius had, apparently, gone on ahead.
Priscilla, in Pan's opinion, looked ridiculous. She was wearing very frilly, pink dress robes, which did nothing for her plump figure. She looked like a decorated ham. Her mother stepped towards Pan, holding out a sapphire bracelet and earrings (Lucius had 'pierced' her ears with a needle, when she was seven) Pan put them on and reluctantly held out her arm to her mother. They stepped out of the doors, and into the waiting carriage.
As they reached number 12 Grimmauld Place, Pan felt a familiar feeling of dread, that she got whenever she went to one of these balls. However, she held her head high, and stepped out of the carriage and into the hall. There she was greeted by the Black family: Lucretia Black (the mother) Elodus Black (the father) Regulus Black (the brat) and Sirius Black (she didn't know anything about him, except that he was in Gryffindor, like her. She assumed the sorting hat must have made a mistake... all the Blacks that she knew, were horrible...) She noticed Regulus giving her a cold look, then her eyes flicked to Sirius. She noticed his eyes travel up and down her, checking her out. He was gorgeous, despite being a Black... he had tousled, almost shoulder length, black hair, a fit body, and the most amazing, silver eyes. But appearances could be deceiving and Pan decided, that however handsome he was, if he was anything like the rest of his family, she wanted nothing to do with him.
Pan took a seat in the ballroom, wincing every time she moved her arm. She felt someone sit down, next to her, on the claw-footed couch. She turned to see who it was, and saw Sirius Black, staring in concern at her arm.
"Who did that to you?" he asked "and what's your name?"
"My name is Pandora Malfoy, my brother did that to me, and I don't know why you're so concerned" she said coldly, standing up "You have no idea what I go through at home I-"
"You're abused at home?" Sirius interrupted.
"Yes," she said in irritation "And I don't know why you're so nosy but-" Sirius caught her right arm, and pulled her down, onto the seat.
"You're not the only one..." he glowered, then in a surprisingly charming voice "Care to dance?"
Pan was so surprised, that she said "Yes" without thinking!
Sirius pulled her up, onto the dance floor.
"Let me explain," he said, putting his arms around her waist and swaying to the music "I hate the summer holidays. I am starved, thrown down stairs (he gestured to his right ankle, on which he was limping slightly) "cursed, hexed, the list is endless. My family hate me, they call me the 'white sheep of this family'" Pan's mouth dropped open.
"My family call me that!" she gasped, astonished.
"D'you go to Hogwarts?" he asked, now that they were on speaking terms.
"Yes" she answered, "I'm in Gryffindor, like you"
"How come I've never seen you around?" he asked, flirting with her.
"Probably... because I hide from my brother in the library, but he's left now, I might come out of hiding..." she raised her eyebrows and he pulled her a little closer to him. Just as he opened his mouth to say something, the gong rang for dinner and he shut it again. But, just as they were going into the dining hall he said
"Um, will you sit with me?"
Pan nodded and followed him to two seats, in between her family and his. She winced in mental pain, as she saw the large plates of food being handed out. She would never be able to eat that much... The house elf who was handing out the food approached her with a plate and Pan said
"Please could I only have a small portion?"
The house elf looked at her blankly for a few seconds and then said
"Of course, Miss Malfoy, anything..." it shuffled back to the kitchen and returned with a smaller plate. Pan smiled in gratitude, and began to eat. Sirius gaped at her
"How come you're hardly eating anything?" he whispered, accidentally forgetting his proud demeanour. Pan gave a weak smile and said
"I'll tell you in a while..." she whispered back. She could see her mother watching her talk to Sirius, she felt uneasy. As soon as Sirius had finished eating, and everyone else had returned to the ballroom, she pulled him into a small sitting room, just off the main dining hall.
"I hardly eat anything because my appetite has been forced to become minuscule, as I hardly get any food." she said blankly, sitting down on the couch. Sirius sat down next to her and said
"Don't your friends send you any food?"
"No!" she laughed bitterly "No-one wants to be friends with me! I'm a Malfoy, anyone decent hates my family. They want nothing to do with me!"
"Well, when we get back to school, I'm going to tell those girls in your dorm, that you are not anything like your family. And if they don't talk to you... you've always got... me." he said, trailing off.
She smiled,
"Thanks Black, I'll remember that!"
"Could we possibly on first name terms then?"
"Ok, call me Pan."
"Call me Sirius, maybe I should call you Pandora when our families are there?"
"Yeah, that would be safer, they would be suspicious that we were 'oh my gosh' friends!" she laughed
"Deal, we should go back now, they'll notice that we've gone."
They went back into the ballroom and sat back down. The rest of the ball passed slowly as the hours dragged by. Sirius and Pan grew more and more bored as countless relatives, each of them as evil as the last, talked to them about nasty things such as the growing power of 'that intelligent man' Lord Voldemort. The only thing that vaguely lightned Pan's evening, was Sirius' company. After all, he may have been an almost total stranger, but he was, another white sheep.
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