A/N: Some characters are OOC, but it's because of recent love lives and
other things that might be explained in other stories. Remember that this
is a fanfic, which me being the fan, I can write what ever I want, you can
hate me for what I write, but I really don't care. (That is unless you're
lolo would bugged me for days on end about a certain h/hr story of mine
until I changed the paring. I had to hit her to get her off my back. Please
don't make me hit you.)
Summary: Draco's younger sister Dacey has been stuck at home since birth, hardly ever let outside of the house because of a stupid disease that left her weak and vulnerable, but what if she got better, what if that were all to change? Hogwarts meet Dacia Malfoy!
Disclaimer: I don't know why we write these, they are soooo stupid. But * sigh * I don't own Harry Potter or his world. I only own the few characters in here that I made up, but they are mostly based on some people that I know.
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Chapter 1- The Sickness
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Dacia Nasia Malfoy sat at her vanity brushing out her white blonde hair and staring out the window. Her hands started to shake as soon as she had picked up the brush. Was she so weak that she could not even brush her own hair? Yes.
She stared out the window wondering what it would be like to go to a regular school instead of being tutored at home all the time. The apothecary had told them that a cure for tuberculosis could be found within a year, and that was three years ago. She hated being stuck at home while everyone else got to go out to places like the Quidditch world cup and school. Draco went to Hogwarts, why couldn't she? She sighed deeply.
"What's with the access air sis?" Draco said coming into the room.
"Oh the usual self pity, nothing to worry about."
He stood behind her and took the brush out of her trembling hands. "Here, let me do that."
"Thanks Drake." She folded her hand in her lap while her brother brushed out her long waves of hair. She looked at him in the mirror and caught the awed expression on his face. "What is it?"
"There's just so much of it."
"Oh, yeah, mum won't let me out of the house to get it cut, so it just grows longer everyday." Draco handed her the brush and she laid it on the vanity. "Thank you Drake." She stood up and her hair easily fell past her waist. "One day, when I get better, I am going to cut this all off and toss it into the wind." She probably would do no such thing, only wishful thinking on her part. She walked slowly to her closet and pulled open the door with some difficulty.
Draco sighed at the sight of his sister this weak. She had contracted the disease when she was ten, the year he left for Hogwarts. She wasn't supposed to live past the age of twelve, but she still held strong at sixteen. When they were younger, she was always the one to suggest climbing high into the trees on their expansive estate, swimming far out into the sea, flying higher than they were supposed to, all of the boyish stuff, then she got sick and all that stopped. After a year of having the disease, she seemed to be close to the end, she had become pale and all she wanted to do was sleep. But oddly enough she steadily got better, until she reached a point where she was still extremely sick and weak, but she had no chance of dieing any time soon unless the disease took a drastic turn. One bright side of the disease was that Lucius never beat her, though she was often forced to watch Draco be the brunt of their father's abuse, and more than once was forced to watch her mother go through the same thing.
Dacia finally managed to pull the closet door open. She rested on hand on the doorknob gasping for breath. Soon she was coughing hard. She pulled a handkerchief out of one of her nightgown pockets and coughed into it. Draco turned his head. He hated watching this. He knew that within moments, the handkerchief would be covered in Dacia's blood. Soon the coughing subsided and Draco faced his sister again. She was all ready riffling through the racks of robes in there and he walked in after her.
"You should have asked for help." He said sadly.
"I didn't need it." Dacia said back. Malfoys had pride in doing things for themselves and Dacia was no exception. She pulled out a set of deep purple robes and motioned for Draco to get lost so she could dress.
"Oh no, you are not doing that alone." Draco said. "I'm calling Kelly."
"Draco, I can get dressed by myself thanks! I don't need the servant's help!"
But Draco rang the bell in the corner anyway. Only moments later a young servant girl walked quickly into the room. She looked no older than fifteen.
"Hello Kelly, Dacey needs your help. She all ready tired herself out once, and we can't have it happening again."
"Yes sir." She said bustling into the closet and shutting the door behind her. There were sounds of shuffling around and then something hit the wall, then the girls were giggling. Draco frowned at the door. What did women do to get ready for the day?
Soon Kelly came back out with a flushed face and a bright smile. Her dark hair was falling out of its bun, and there was a small bruise growing on her right cheekbone. "I am not helping her again. She made me get one of the higher boxes down and I fell!"
"Not to worry Kelly, I won't ask you here again." Draco healed the bruise quickly before Lucius saw it.
"Thank you sir." The girl ran back out the room and Draco knocked on the door to the closet.
"Dacey! Come out here!"
"All right, all right! Hold your bloody horses!" Dacey walked slowly out of the closet holding the top of a thin cherrywood cane that she had often used to hit Draco over the years.
"What's that for?" Draco asked eyeing the cane warily, he had grown to hate that thing and all the pain it had inflicted on the backs of his knees.
"Don't worry, I just need some help walking, you won't get hit unless you do something really stupid." Dacey smiled.
There was a soft tapping on the window and the Malfoy children looked at the window.
Dacey turned to Draco and stared at him. "Well, are you going to open the window or not?"
"Oh, hold on." Draco went to the window and the owl soared in and perched on the back of the vanity chair. Draco untied the letter and unfolded it. His eyes skimmed over it then widened.
"Draco! You're reading my mail!"
"Then I guess you don't want to know what it says. It's from the apothecary."
Dacey's eyes widened and she stared at her brother. "DRACONIS LUCIUS MALFOY! GIVE ME THAT LETTER NOW!" She bellowed.
"All right, don't get your knickers in a bunch." Draco gave her the letter and had to grab her when her knees gave way.
Dear Miss. Malfoy,
I am pleased to announce that the cure for your disease has been found. You will go through a series of tests this summer and be well by fall, please notify your parents. Your first appointment is today at three o'clock and you will have one once a week until the end of August.
Rick Falcon
Dacey looked at Draco and cracked up laughing. Not for the first time in his life Draco thought something was seriously wrong with his little sister.
"Uh, Dacey?" Draco asked uncertainly.
"What is all this racket?" Asked Lucius coming into the room with Narcissa. He took one look at his daughter laughing in his son's arms and his eyes widened.
Narcissa looked at Draco. "What happened?"
"She got this." Draco pried the letter from his sister's hands and handed it to their father. He and Narcissa read the letter and smiles broke upon Narcissa's face Lucius just stared blankly.
Narcissa ran and grasped her daughter in her arms. "My baby will get better!"
"Mum! Mum! You're smothering me!" Dacey managed from the recesses of her mother's robes
"Oh sorry darling." Narcissa straightened. She looked at the clock next to Dacey's bed and nodded. "The appointment is in two hours, maybe we can take a walk around Diagon alley first?" She looked at Lucius as did her children. He nodded.
"Yaay! I haven't been there in ages!" Dacey yelled happily.
Draco groaned, she'd be this happy for a while and with returned strength, she'd be even worse. "This is going to be one hell of a summer." He said to his father as the family flooed to the Leaky Cauldron.
Lucius only grunted. With that, they both disappeared in a whirlwind of happiness.
Three Months Later:
"Draco! Get your arse out of that damn bed! I swear, you'd sleep through the end of the world! Boy, get up!" Dacey jumped on his bed and straddled his back. "Draco, get up or I'll start jumping on your back." Dacey said.
Draco groaned. Sure he was happy that she was better, the blood had been a little nauseating, but Dacey needed to be checked for high ecstasy levels. "Okay! Dace get off my back before you break it!"
"Oh would poor widdle Drakkie wakkie be sad that his widdle back was browken?" She cooed in a baby like voice. "Well too bad! It's not my fault you sleep like a dead cow!"
Draco mumbled something into his pillow about inconsiderate teenage girls, but Dacey ignored him. "For once we get to go to Diagon alley by ourselves, and all you want to do is sleep. Draco Malfoy, get your arse out of bed, or I'll light it up!"
Draco hopped up at that. While Dacey had been sick, her extremely unique gift had been put on hold, but once she had gotten better, it came back full swing. She'd light anything on fire just for the fun of it, she'd almost burned down the stables yesterday when the stable boy was being enticingly slow.
"Fine, fine, go down stairs, I be down in a minute." He stalked into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. The water turned on and Dacey left the room looking triumphant.
Thirty minutes later Draco walked into the dinning room to see Dacey getting lectured by their parents on the importance of not trashing the Malfoy name. Dacey was pounding her head repeatedly on the surface of the table between the pancake platter and a dish of eggs, but their parents took no notice of that. She groaned and slouched in her seat.
"Young lady, watch your posture!" Narcissa screeched.
"Sorry mum." She mumbled sitting up and returning to banging her head on the table.
"And don't think that you can get away with anything, I've got spies all over the place." Lucius finished.
"Okay, are you finished yet? I need to go see if Draco is done yet."
"I'm finished girl."
Draco tried to get to the food without Dacey noticing or she would make him leave without breakfast and he was hungry. Dacey turned to go out the door and saw Draco sneaking around the back of her chair.
"Oh no you don't!" She reached over the back of her chair and grabbed a large portion of his robes. She got up out of her chair and hauled him to the fireplace in the dining room, taking the velvet sack of money from her mother and kissing her good bye. She stepped into the fireplace and dragged a shouting Draco behind her.
A/N: Well, that was nice, now review! I demand that you do so!
Summary: Draco's younger sister Dacey has been stuck at home since birth, hardly ever let outside of the house because of a stupid disease that left her weak and vulnerable, but what if she got better, what if that were all to change? Hogwarts meet Dacia Malfoy!
Disclaimer: I don't know why we write these, they are soooo stupid. But * sigh * I don't own Harry Potter or his world. I only own the few characters in here that I made up, but they are mostly based on some people that I know.
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Chapter 1- The Sickness
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Dacia Nasia Malfoy sat at her vanity brushing out her white blonde hair and staring out the window. Her hands started to shake as soon as she had picked up the brush. Was she so weak that she could not even brush her own hair? Yes.
She stared out the window wondering what it would be like to go to a regular school instead of being tutored at home all the time. The apothecary had told them that a cure for tuberculosis could be found within a year, and that was three years ago. She hated being stuck at home while everyone else got to go out to places like the Quidditch world cup and school. Draco went to Hogwarts, why couldn't she? She sighed deeply.
"What's with the access air sis?" Draco said coming into the room.
"Oh the usual self pity, nothing to worry about."
He stood behind her and took the brush out of her trembling hands. "Here, let me do that."
"Thanks Drake." She folded her hand in her lap while her brother brushed out her long waves of hair. She looked at him in the mirror and caught the awed expression on his face. "What is it?"
"There's just so much of it."
"Oh, yeah, mum won't let me out of the house to get it cut, so it just grows longer everyday." Draco handed her the brush and she laid it on the vanity. "Thank you Drake." She stood up and her hair easily fell past her waist. "One day, when I get better, I am going to cut this all off and toss it into the wind." She probably would do no such thing, only wishful thinking on her part. She walked slowly to her closet and pulled open the door with some difficulty.
Draco sighed at the sight of his sister this weak. She had contracted the disease when she was ten, the year he left for Hogwarts. She wasn't supposed to live past the age of twelve, but she still held strong at sixteen. When they were younger, she was always the one to suggest climbing high into the trees on their expansive estate, swimming far out into the sea, flying higher than they were supposed to, all of the boyish stuff, then she got sick and all that stopped. After a year of having the disease, she seemed to be close to the end, she had become pale and all she wanted to do was sleep. But oddly enough she steadily got better, until she reached a point where she was still extremely sick and weak, but she had no chance of dieing any time soon unless the disease took a drastic turn. One bright side of the disease was that Lucius never beat her, though she was often forced to watch Draco be the brunt of their father's abuse, and more than once was forced to watch her mother go through the same thing.
Dacia finally managed to pull the closet door open. She rested on hand on the doorknob gasping for breath. Soon she was coughing hard. She pulled a handkerchief out of one of her nightgown pockets and coughed into it. Draco turned his head. He hated watching this. He knew that within moments, the handkerchief would be covered in Dacia's blood. Soon the coughing subsided and Draco faced his sister again. She was all ready riffling through the racks of robes in there and he walked in after her.
"You should have asked for help." He said sadly.
"I didn't need it." Dacia said back. Malfoys had pride in doing things for themselves and Dacia was no exception. She pulled out a set of deep purple robes and motioned for Draco to get lost so she could dress.
"Oh no, you are not doing that alone." Draco said. "I'm calling Kelly."
"Draco, I can get dressed by myself thanks! I don't need the servant's help!"
But Draco rang the bell in the corner anyway. Only moments later a young servant girl walked quickly into the room. She looked no older than fifteen.
"Hello Kelly, Dacey needs your help. She all ready tired herself out once, and we can't have it happening again."
"Yes sir." She said bustling into the closet and shutting the door behind her. There were sounds of shuffling around and then something hit the wall, then the girls were giggling. Draco frowned at the door. What did women do to get ready for the day?
Soon Kelly came back out with a flushed face and a bright smile. Her dark hair was falling out of its bun, and there was a small bruise growing on her right cheekbone. "I am not helping her again. She made me get one of the higher boxes down and I fell!"
"Not to worry Kelly, I won't ask you here again." Draco healed the bruise quickly before Lucius saw it.
"Thank you sir." The girl ran back out the room and Draco knocked on the door to the closet.
"Dacey! Come out here!"
"All right, all right! Hold your bloody horses!" Dacey walked slowly out of the closet holding the top of a thin cherrywood cane that she had often used to hit Draco over the years.
"What's that for?" Draco asked eyeing the cane warily, he had grown to hate that thing and all the pain it had inflicted on the backs of his knees.
"Don't worry, I just need some help walking, you won't get hit unless you do something really stupid." Dacey smiled.
There was a soft tapping on the window and the Malfoy children looked at the window.
Dacey turned to Draco and stared at him. "Well, are you going to open the window or not?"
"Oh, hold on." Draco went to the window and the owl soared in and perched on the back of the vanity chair. Draco untied the letter and unfolded it. His eyes skimmed over it then widened.
"Draco! You're reading my mail!"
"Then I guess you don't want to know what it says. It's from the apothecary."
Dacey's eyes widened and she stared at her brother. "DRACONIS LUCIUS MALFOY! GIVE ME THAT LETTER NOW!" She bellowed.
"All right, don't get your knickers in a bunch." Draco gave her the letter and had to grab her when her knees gave way.
Dear Miss. Malfoy,
I am pleased to announce that the cure for your disease has been found. You will go through a series of tests this summer and be well by fall, please notify your parents. Your first appointment is today at three o'clock and you will have one once a week until the end of August.
Rick Falcon
Dacey looked at Draco and cracked up laughing. Not for the first time in his life Draco thought something was seriously wrong with his little sister.
"Uh, Dacey?" Draco asked uncertainly.
"What is all this racket?" Asked Lucius coming into the room with Narcissa. He took one look at his daughter laughing in his son's arms and his eyes widened.
Narcissa looked at Draco. "What happened?"
"She got this." Draco pried the letter from his sister's hands and handed it to their father. He and Narcissa read the letter and smiles broke upon Narcissa's face Lucius just stared blankly.
Narcissa ran and grasped her daughter in her arms. "My baby will get better!"
"Mum! Mum! You're smothering me!" Dacey managed from the recesses of her mother's robes
"Oh sorry darling." Narcissa straightened. She looked at the clock next to Dacey's bed and nodded. "The appointment is in two hours, maybe we can take a walk around Diagon alley first?" She looked at Lucius as did her children. He nodded.
"Yaay! I haven't been there in ages!" Dacey yelled happily.
Draco groaned, she'd be this happy for a while and with returned strength, she'd be even worse. "This is going to be one hell of a summer." He said to his father as the family flooed to the Leaky Cauldron.
Lucius only grunted. With that, they both disappeared in a whirlwind of happiness.
Three Months Later:
"Draco! Get your arse out of that damn bed! I swear, you'd sleep through the end of the world! Boy, get up!" Dacey jumped on his bed and straddled his back. "Draco, get up or I'll start jumping on your back." Dacey said.
Draco groaned. Sure he was happy that she was better, the blood had been a little nauseating, but Dacey needed to be checked for high ecstasy levels. "Okay! Dace get off my back before you break it!"
"Oh would poor widdle Drakkie wakkie be sad that his widdle back was browken?" She cooed in a baby like voice. "Well too bad! It's not my fault you sleep like a dead cow!"
Draco mumbled something into his pillow about inconsiderate teenage girls, but Dacey ignored him. "For once we get to go to Diagon alley by ourselves, and all you want to do is sleep. Draco Malfoy, get your arse out of bed, or I'll light it up!"
Draco hopped up at that. While Dacey had been sick, her extremely unique gift had been put on hold, but once she had gotten better, it came back full swing. She'd light anything on fire just for the fun of it, she'd almost burned down the stables yesterday when the stable boy was being enticingly slow.
"Fine, fine, go down stairs, I be down in a minute." He stalked into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. The water turned on and Dacey left the room looking triumphant.
Thirty minutes later Draco walked into the dinning room to see Dacey getting lectured by their parents on the importance of not trashing the Malfoy name. Dacey was pounding her head repeatedly on the surface of the table between the pancake platter and a dish of eggs, but their parents took no notice of that. She groaned and slouched in her seat.
"Young lady, watch your posture!" Narcissa screeched.
"Sorry mum." She mumbled sitting up and returning to banging her head on the table.
"And don't think that you can get away with anything, I've got spies all over the place." Lucius finished.
"Okay, are you finished yet? I need to go see if Draco is done yet."
"I'm finished girl."
Draco tried to get to the food without Dacey noticing or she would make him leave without breakfast and he was hungry. Dacey turned to go out the door and saw Draco sneaking around the back of her chair.
"Oh no you don't!" She reached over the back of her chair and grabbed a large portion of his robes. She got up out of her chair and hauled him to the fireplace in the dining room, taking the velvet sack of money from her mother and kissing her good bye. She stepped into the fireplace and dragged a shouting Draco behind her.
A/N: Well, that was nice, now review! I demand that you do so!