Chapter 1

Kyla Weasley walked down the stairs of her simple two stories home. She sauntered into her kitchen with pure delight radiating off her face and sat down in front of her mother. Her mother looked up from her thick book and said "I take it he called you last night."

Kyla smiled and said, "as a matter of fact he did. But then his older brothers, Nathan and Arthur, picked up the phone while he went to go get his dad something outside."

She looked at her mother and noticed she had the now familiar face on her and said slowly "his name is Isaac. God mother I can't believe you still don't remember his name. You've even met him and you still keep calling him Zachary."

"He didn't seem to care."

"Mom, he was trying to be nice. It's disrespectful to just pipe up and say 'no my name is Isaac', for the 17th time that week."

"If he would've wanted to make that good an impression he should've just corrected me the first time and not give me a look when I said it the other 16 times. I don't like him for you."

"Why not?"

"Doe she still call you what he used to before you became closer?"

Kyla shuffled in her seat and lowered her voice when she replied yes. "You see what I mean sweetie, if he still calls you Kyle there has to be something behind it."

"Like what, he's dating me because he can call me Kyle and pretend in his mind I'm a guy?"

"You're not dating and besides you never know."

At the young age of 10, Kyla Weasley had begun to envy her mother and how she was always right. She began eating the contents of her plate quickly and then she heard a knock on the door. She ran to get it when her mother showed no sign of moving. She opened the door in her black cotton sleeping pants and pale pink spaghetti strap top. "Hello, I'm here to see a Ms. Virginia Weasley."

Being as short as she was at her age she looked up at the dark haired man and asked "what for?"

"For big people business, please go get your mommy."

"I'm 10 you ass I know what the word adult means and my mother is busy so please leave."

"Listen kid I got to take care of this so call her it's really important."

She turned on her heel and quickly walked to the kitchen. "Mom, a guy in a suit is looking for you."

Ginny put the book down and said, "I didn't think they'd be here so soon."

She walked to the living room and blocked the guy form the view. Kyla stood near her and then she held her mother's hand when she began to cry. The man left after giving her mother a paper. Her mother closed the door and went back to the kitchen. She held her hand out and Kyla took it and sat on her mother's lap.

Kyla swiped her mother's tears like a dutiful daughter and then her mother smiled at her and said "how would you like to go spend the summer with your uncle Ron?"

"Who is he?"

"He's mommy's older brother. You've never met him but he'll love you okay?"

"Okay. Will you come with me?"

"Yeah, about a week after."

"Are we going to have to move again?"

"Yeah honey, I'm sorry we couldn't stay this time either. Go pack."

Kyla began to walk slowly as she approached the stairs. She heard her mother dial the phone and she began. "Um… It happened again… She's packing… No. You can't have her. She's my daughter… No. Please you can't, she's never been away from me… Fine a deal then… The summer's good. But I want her back before school starts… No she's never been told about magic… Fine, I'm sorry."

She hung up and then started up the stairs to help Kyla pack. Kyla was in her room pulling out her suitcases when she asked her mother "why are we moving this time?"

Ginny sat on her bed and said softly "same as last time, I couldn't keep up."

"Why doesn't he help us?"

"Who?"

"My father."

"You've never even met him."

"I think I should one day. Maybe you two can get together again and get married and have more babies and that entire stuff married people do."

"We tried half of that and you happened after."

"What do you mean?"

"I'll tell you when you're older Kyla."

"Okay."

Ginny thought passively as to what she wanted. She wouldn't give him her daughter. Not after everything he tried to do. Not after he practically tried to force her to get rid of it. She'd run with her daughter. She smiled as she concocted in her head a plan to escape and have the better life she always wanted for her only child.

"Change of plans honey."

"What?"

"We're going to visit a place I've always wanted to go."

"Where is that?"

"Pack your bags honey because we're going on a permanent vacation to Hawaii."

Kyla laughed and in fact believed her mother. They were moving to Hawaii.

8 years later…

"Ginny, have you seen the phone?" Kyla ran through the house searching every corner in the house for the phone. Ginny kept quiet since she had it right next to her and it was ringing loud enough for the entire island to hear. She smiled as her daughter approached her and grabbed the phone like a lifeline.

"Hello, no thanks we're good on cable right now."

She slammed the phone down on the counter and pushed herself up onto the counter. "Do you do this to give me a heart attack?" For an 18 year old to act, she sure was extremely dependent with that phone she never put down.

Ginny smiled and said, "You finally stopped calling me mom. It's about time since I told you to stop about 6 years ago when we moved here."

Kyla popped one of the strawberries Ginny had been washing into her mouth. "Yep. We're runaway British women with too many secrets right Virginia?"

"You know it."

"I still remember the night we left. I can't believe that when I saw him again he came out to me. Isaac has some nerve. It's a miracle I'm not scarred for life."

"I told you he was special. But you've been doing well since then."

"Ginny, tell me about work."

"It's good."

"No mad secret love affairs with the boss."

"None at all honey."

Ginny dried the strawberries and brought them to the table where she was putting the last touches on a cake. She sliced the strawberries into thin strips and brought out kiwis she had already peeled and sliced. She arranged them in an alternating order and when Kyla noticed how precise she was trying to be she asked, "Who's coming over?"

"No one in particular. Just a guy who I have to talk business with."

"It's bad to mix business with pleasure."

"Don't worry. Its actual business and it's about you, but talking about you is always a pleasure."

"What about me?"

"Well I started thinking a few years ago about what you told me when you were 10 on wanting to meet your father and I figure it's time you did. I don't have any problem with it as long as you don't leave me to want to be with him. His father is the actual reason why you were even conceived."

"Explain."

"Your father was mad at something he had been told he had to do so he went and got drunk and then when he saw me well you know. I was a bit drunk too since it was at a party but we talked for a while and then bam… It happened. He was really okay with it when I told him I was pregnant…but when his father forced him to tell me to get rid of you. I told him I didn't want him to have anything to do with you.

"I moved out of where I was living with two other girls and left the city. He found me and paid the first few months of our rent, and then I told him I didn't need his help. But then when I had you I couldn't work so we got evicted and the other few times we had to be because you got sick a lot and then I got it from you and then I kept getting fired and I hated asking my family for help because most of them hate your father."

"So you two just don't wanna associate at all but you have to because of me."

"No. I even left Europe to come here so he wouldn't find us and it took him 4 years to find us here. But he never came he just kept close tabs on me."

"You mean he had people spying on you?"

"For the past three years and I guess he finally invited himself over when they sent him a picture of you. He couldn't say you weren't his daughter then. He called last night when you were out with the other girls. He said he finally saw you and maybe I don't know…he wants you to go live with him but I said no. You're my daughter; so then he offered we both go live with him in his new estate. He lives alone now and he said you and I can get our own wing if we wanted but I said I wanted you to decide for yourself."

Kyla sat down on the chair next to the cake. She did have a father who cared for her; he just cared in his own way. Ginny took off the apron she had on to reveal Kyla's favorite of her mother's dresses. The crème white dress that reached halfway to her knees and had a lace ribbon right below her bosom to accentuate them a great deal more and if she was seeing right it had grown tighter in the bosom area. Her mother had let her hair loose but had pulled it back with a few crème rose pins. She had been told she had her mothers figure and she had to agree. She had her mother's long legs, her dainty figure with nicely outlined curves, she had almost pale skin but it had a natural glow to it and she had her mother's thrusting breasts.

She had only that of her mother and since she always compared herself to her mother she knew she had her father's piercing grey eyes and platinum-blonde color to her hair. She was never thought of as Ginny's daughter and that made making people believe she was Ginny's friend easy. Now she'd meet him. The one with her eyes and her hair, the reason she was even sought after by the boys. Girls with dark hair on the islands were common and since she had been the first many of them had seen with such light hair she was constantly watched over. Kyla ran to her room to quickly shower and change. She came out of the shower barely bothering to dry herself off before she was searching her closet for what to wear.

She threw hangers with clothes over her shoulder until she fell upon her favorite skirt and the bodice type blouse her mother had recently bought for her. She pulled on the long flowing black gypsy skirt with dark grey stitching on the edges. She pulled over her head the crimson red strapless bodice with the hard silk buttons holding it together. She buttoned up her bodice and again realized on how she was too much like her mother: calling attention to her breasts. She adjusted the bodice and realized it was short so nearly all of her stomach was showing. The skirt also helped reveal more of her skin when he realized she could see the tattoo she had gotten a few months ago with her mother's permission. The black outlined crescent moon shone like a beacon on her milky skin. "Oh well no time to change," she said while she pulled her hair back into two tight buns on the sides of the back of her head with blood red and black ribbons encircling them both. She pulled on black sandals which she was only supposed to wear for special occasions and then jetted across the house to see her mother laying on the couch, a half full wine glass in her hand.

She approached her mother and said, "Can I call you mom again?"

Ginny smiled and sat up to let her daughter sit near her. "Don't worry Kyla."

"There's nothing to worry about."

"I'm just scared he'll win you over with all his little tricks."

"Nah. You've done too much for me to now go and act like a traitor and sell you out. But tell me is he good looking?"

Ginny drank a large gulp of wine at hearing the question. "Oh God, you have no idea how good looking your father was, he probably still is. He has your hair and your eyes and that's what won me over abut him, his eyes. He's tall and has a smart mouth just like you do. He was really mean to me when I was younger but as we aged and he noticed I had blossomed as he called it, he started to be nicer in the fact that instead of insulting me he just stopped talking to me at all."

"What's his family like?"

"His mother is okay, I think she'd be way more okay if her husband wasn't such an asshole control freak and if her son wasn't an asshole just like him. His father is crazy like fuck; he's into putting people down and believes his types of people are superior to all others."

"What's his type of people?"

"The pure bloods are."

"What are those?"

"The families who have pure blood throughout all their generations are. Mine is one and so it his buy you changed it a bit for both our families."

"Why do you say that?"

Kyla lied down and put her head on her mother's lap. "Sweetie listen me and your father and all of your uncles are what I like to call witches and wizards. We can do magic with wands and spells and potions and all that good stuff."

"I sort of knew."

"What do you mean you sort of knew?"

"At a Christmas party we had in London. We went to someone's house and when you sent me to go to sleep I stayed by the stairs and I saw people pull out wands and decorate the house with them. Things just popped out of the tip of the wand and onto the tree or the fireplace. Then I saw you make the tree they had into a Christmas tree. They kept calling me Kiki that night and kept telling you how cute your niece was."

"Yes, what I did, it's called transfiguration."

"Were did you learn it from?"

"A school named Hogwarts. They teach you in all the fields of magic. Potions, Charms, Defense against the Dark Arts, Herbology, Transfiguration, Care for Magical Creatures, even all that with the cards that those crock psychics and fortune- tellers' use."

"Why didn't I go?"

"They never sent you a letter so that means you're a squib."

"A squid?"

"No. A squib, someone who has magical parents but can't do magic themselves. You can still do potions and Herbology I guess. You can do some things just things without a wand."

"Tell me his name."

"Why?"

"Don't you know it?"

"How could I forget his name? I practically screamed it 50 times one night and saw it's signature on 10 documents claiming he wanted paternity tests when the baby was born to make sure it was his."

"Stop stalling mom."

"You father's name is Draco Elric Malfoy."

"My middle name is Elric."

"I know, don't ask. I was high on those pain killers they gave me and I accidentally gave you a guy's middle name."

"Don't worry mom. I like it. It's a pretty name and it's different."

They lay there in silence until they heard the knock at the door. Kyla bolted up almost breaking her mother's nose on the way up. She helped her mother up since she was a bit off from the two or three glasses of wine she had already drank. Ginny stood and walked slowly towards the door. She looked around at her simple home and assured herself this would be one of the last times she'd see it because if it was on Draco Malfoy's mind to take his daughter home it was as good as signed in blood.