Alright! Like I said before, this story will be longer than the first. So, enjoy!

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"Lacey, time to get up!"

"Please, just five more..." I would have drifted back to sleep before Mum came in with a bucket of water, but then I remembered why I had to get up so early. "Oh! The mail!" There was only a week left until my second year at Hogwarts would begin, so I was expecting a letter any day. I knew my letter must have arrived; otherwise, I wouldn't have been woken.

I practically jumped out of bed, almost sending Belle flying. I ran down the stairs, and sure enough, Dad was holding my Hogwarts letter.

"Yay!" I took the letter and opened it. It congratulated me for my work in my first year, and that the professors were looking forward to seeing me again. There was also a list of the supplies I needed for that year. Quite frankly, it was a very long list. "Boy," I said, "I hope we'll be able to find all of this."

"Of course we will, dear," said Mum. "Diagon Alley always has everything." She took my letter and examined it. "As for these books, they'll probably be at Flourish and Blotts." I nodded. My parents always knew what to do. I got excited again.

"So when are we going?" Dad chuckled.

"Sweetheart, school doesn't start for another week."

"I know, but isn't it better to get a head start?" I looked at him hopefully. He looked at Mum, who smiled. Then, he leaned toward me.

"We'll leave first thing tomorrow morning." I couldn't suppress a squeal of delight as I threw myself into his arms.

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I spent the whole day getting my things together, despite Mum's assurances that I "didn't have to rush." But I couldn't help it. I had been waiting all summer for this. Granted, the summer was lovely, and it was nice to have a break from schoolwork. But I missed my friends.

As I found the Gryffindor flag that I had at the first Quidditch game of first year, I thought of Ron, Hermione, Harry, Dean, Seamus, Parvati, and of course, Neville. I hadn't seen anybody over the summer, so I was looking forward to seeing them again.

The rest of the day went by incredibly slow, but finally, I was in bed. But needless to say, I couldn't get to sleep. It was easy for Belle, though. I just lay back, staring at the ceiling. I wonder what will happen this year. I thought for a long time about what awaited me and the rest of the second-years at Hogwarts. Suddenly, my eyes started to close...

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The next morning, I was up before Mum came in to wake me; I actually met her on my way down the stairs. I practically stuffed my toast down my throat. When I threw on my clothes and went to the fireplace, I noticed that my parents were still in their bathrobes. The three of us burst out laughing. I waited for them to eat breakfast and get dressed. Finally, they joined me at the fireplace. On the mantle, there was a glass bowl filled with Floo Powder.

"You go first, Lacey," Mum said.

"Alright." I took a handful of the powder and stepped into the fireplace. "Diagon Alley!" I threw down the powder and was consumed by green flames. An instant later, I entered another large fireplace. I stepped out and waited for Mum and Dad; they arrived just moments later. I took a deep breath as we walked into the crowded area of Diagon Alley.

It was great to see all of the shops again. To me, the streets had always seemed so colorful and full of life. Our first stop was at Amanuensis Quills (still as pricy as ever, but I needed new quills very badly). Next, we visited Slug and Jiggers Apothecary to get potion ingredients. As we left the store, Dad wandered off, muttering about having to "run a special errant." Mum brought me inside Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions to get my school robes.

I examined them. It was very nice material, but it was a bit pricy. I looked up at my mother.

"Mum, if this is too much, we could just go to the secondhand shop." She smiled and shook her head.

"It's alright, dear. I want you to look perfect for your second year. Let me just get Madam Malkin and tell her your size." She wandered off, and I kept looking at the robes. A few moments later, I heard a voice behind me. It was the absolute last voice I wanted to hear.

"What are you doing here, Ravensdale?" I spun around and looked right at Draco Malfoy. He had grown a bit, and was a few inches taller than me. He still looked as arrogant as ever. I stepped away from the robes and glared at him.

"Why wouldn't I be here?" He grinned evilly.

"Heh. People like you aren't worthy of new robes." He looked at me like I was a cockroach. "You'd find suitable ones at the secondhand store. Fit in better there, too." I looked around exaggeratedly.

"Well, Malfoy, nobody's bothered but you."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that. You should know that actual wizards don't like seeing scum in fine places like this." That was it. I took a step toward him.

"You're right about that. I certainly don't enjoy the sight of this joke of a boy in front of me." Malfoy was about to say something, but he suddenly looked past me. A tall figure that was clad in black moved in front of me and stood next to Malfoy. He shared his arrogant look, and also had pin-straight white-blonde hair that went down to his back. Okay, this has to be the father. I was right.

"Son," he said suavely, "who's your friend?" He said "friend" in the same disgusted tone that his son had used. Malfoy grinned and answered.

"It's the...person that I told you about, Father." Mr. Malfoy suddenly smiled. It was an evil smile, as if he was pretending to be polite.

"Ah, I see. You must be Lacey Ravensdale." I tried not to back away, but he was starting to scare me a bit.

"Yes. And..." I paused for a moment, trying not to sound rude. "You must be...Draco's father." He nodded curtly.

"Lucius Malfoy." He stepped past his son and bent down toward me. He had a very cruel look in his eyes, but I couldn't turn away. Somehow, I felt stuck. "You know, I once had the pleasure of meeting your sister." My heart nearly stopped when I heard this monster of a man speak of Arabella. I tried to say something, but then, I felt two firm yet gentle hands on my shoulders.

"I'm back, dear." I had never been so relieved to hear my mother's voice. I looked up at her, and saw that she was glaring at Mr. Malfoy. "Lucius." He smiled again.

"If it isn't Abigail. It's been a long time, hasn't it?" Mum nodded politely.

"Yes, not long enough." I could hear the barely-veiled scorn in her voice. She looked at Draco. "I've heard a great deal about your son." His expression didn't change, but he looked up at his father, as if he wanted his defense.

"Likewise about your daughter. As a matter of fact, before you came over, I was telling her about-"

"Lacey doesn't need to know anything from you," Mum said sharply.

"Oh, come now," said Mr. Malfoy, chuckling softly. "You're not still mad at my trying to lead you in the right direction, are you?" I was confused.

"I hardly think that making life miserable for Muggle-borns is the 'right direction'." Muggle-borns? What about them?

"Well, that's your opinion. Whether you ally with wizards or...inferiors is completely up to you."

"Well, I have a different definition of 'inferior' than you do, Lucius." Mr. Malfoy got a bit less arrogant and a bit angrier.

"Be careful. You should bear in mind the fact that your way of thinking is exactly what killed your daughter." I went to say something, but my mother squeezed my shoulders a bit harder, and I knew she wanted me to keep quiet. She suddenly moved me aside and took a threatening step towards the two Malfoys. Neither one seemed affected.

"Watch what you say about my family, Malfoy," Mum said dangerously. Never in my life had I heard my mother sound so angry; even when I would get in trouble, she wasn't nearly that scary. She and Mr. Malfoy locked eyes for a few moments before the latter spoke.

"Come along, Draco. We've got your robes, and we'd best leave before this store gets sullied." When he said "sullied," he looked right at me. He walked past Mum and went out the door. Draco followed him, but not before turning back to me and twitching his eyebrows at me again. As soon as they were gone, I turned back to Mum.

"Are you alright?" She waited a bit before answering.

"Yes, sweetheart." She took me over to Madam Malkin, where I was measured. Not ten minutes later, my new robes were packaged and we were going out the door. After walking for a few minutes, I turned to Mum.

"Want to sit down?" She nodded. We sat down on a small bench outside of the ice cream store. "I'm sorry that he upset you."

"Oh, it's not your fault," she said, chuckling softly. "It's just...I really don't like him. He was a fifth-year prefect when your father and I were in our seventh year. Gryffindors were his primary target for singling out, so it was hard to avoid him. He was always preaching about the 'dangers' of associating with Muggles." How horrible!

"I wonder what ever made him so full of himself." Mother suddenly turned towards me.

"Well, Lacey, some wizard families think that they're more powerful because they're purebloods. That means that their blood is completely magical. Not one drop of Muggle blood."

"Are all pureblood families like this?" She shook her head.

"Goodness, no! In fact, most pureblood families treat other wizards, even Muggles, like equals. I mean, the Weasleys love Muggles, and they're purebloods. And your friend Neville's parents were both purebloods." I smiled and nodded.

"So there are just some families that are plain...nasty?" She nodded.

"Yes. Nasty."

"Hey, Lacey." I looked up to see Dad. When I saw what was in his hand, I nearly jumped for joy.

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