The Malfoy manor was always a dark place, physically at least. Having been here since I was born, it's more like home now than the cold and dark manor I spent my first years in. Aunt Cissy and Uncle Lucius raised me well, having instilled in me all the beliefs a pureblood witch or wizard should have. They've raised me, but they're not my parents. Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange. Aunt Cissy has told me many stories about them, mainly mom. They raised me for a year till they got arrested and sent to Azkaban. I don't really have any memories of them, just blurry visions from my first year on what they look like, though people always tell me I look like my mother. I haven't gotten the chance to see my mother in person, we've only communicated through the sparse letters we send. Uncle Lucius said it was best if we didn't send letters unless I had something really important to share with her. He didn't want to lose anymore respect in the ministry from him asking the minister to sent my letters.
I felt a sting in my cheek as I'm forced out of my thoughts. Scowling as I turn to look at the culprit who was indeed my cousin, Draco Malfoy.
"Must you hit me?" I inquire as I rub my slightly stinging cheek.
"Well I've only screamed your name a hundred times, then I tried to shake you but I didn't know how else to pull your attention away from the clouds and back down here on earth with me." His reason was valid. I tended to be too deep in my thoughts when I go in them.
"Did you need me for something?" Raising an eyebrow in his direction as I went back to drawing the dark mark in my journal, again. Grabbing another green pencil after he snatched one out of my hand. Glaring at him as I paused to raise another questioning eyebrow in his general direction.
"Our Hogwarts letters came." He said, excitement sparking his eyes as he puffed his cheeks out. My face immediately broke out into maddening laughter.
"Did you think they wouldn't come?" I question through my laughter as I stood up from my desk. His cheeks were barely shaded pink as I began making my way out of my room. His footsteps indicated that he was quickly following behind me.
"Children, I've been looking for you everywhere." Aunt Cissy was standing at the end of the stairwell, sounding exasperated as she placed her hands on her hips. I mumbled an apology as I blamed Draco for my absence, causing her narrowed gaze to turn from me in the direction of Draco.
"She was daydreaming again." He narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms as he jutted his chin in my direction.
"Thinking," I corrected before continuing, "maybe you should try it sometime." I said, laughing as his cheeks turned red from anger and that's when I began to run. I ran past aunt Cissy, past the fireplace, past Dobby, until I reached my destination, my uncle's office. I stopped for a minute to catch my breath from the running. Draco wouldn't come down here, he's too scared of his father to. I don't really know why people find uncle Lucius scary, was it because he was a pureblood and not a blood traitor or because of something else? I might not ever know.
"Miss Asterope." I heard a soft voice call as I looked over and down at Dobby.
"What?" I barked as I brought my hand down from the knocker on the door. I watched as Dobby looked at the door then back up at me.
"Master Narcissa wished for me to tell you dinner time has arrived." He said, fearfully. I gave him a curt nod as I turned back to the door, grabbing the knocker and knocking really hard.
"I shall get uncle Lucius, now be gone you wretched creature." I snarl as the door opened in front of me. Dobby nodded quickly as he practically bolted as soon as the door opened.
"Was there something you needed Astre?" He questioned as I turned away from the direction Dobby ran in, and back towards my uncle standing in his office doorway. Her eyes looked up to the frown that decorated her guardian's face.
"What happens if I get sorted wrong?" I asked softly as I pushed past him to sit in his office. He immediately followed, sitting down behind his desk as he pondered over what she said, though only for a few seconds.
"You won't be sorted wrong, the sorting hat has never sorted wrong." He said confidently as he began his way towards the door.
"You and I both know it has." I said, calmly but with a unknown strength in my voice. I don't know if it was my voice that made him pause or my words, but he paused as he reached for the doorknob.
"You won't be sorted wrong, but if you're not in slytherin, you will no longer be apart of this family." He said before he made his way out of the suddenly cooler room.
"Woah, even if I don't get sorted right, it doesn't mean I'm just going to suddenly change my aspirations. I will still want to be a death eater." I followed after him, my hair flying behind my ears as I ran after him.
"Would you disown me?" I question as I stop and cross my arms around my chest. I tilted my head as I pushed the thought of my family disowning me out of my head.
"Asterope, this conversation is over. Now your aunt is waiting for us in the dining room." He commanded. I knew this voice, there was no use in arguing with him unless I wanted to be punished. So I simply just nodded my head, to which he responds with a huff as he turned back and walked into the dining room, me straight on his heels.
"There you are." Aunt Cissy said as she stood up from her seat. I didn't look back at uncle Lucius as I took my seat beside Draco and laid my napkin over my lap. The rest of dinner was uneventful, so after dinner, me and Draco went back upstairs to play for one last time.