Colours of the Soul

Chapter 1

The earliest memory I have of Lucius Malfoy is the day I found out that I wasn't his daughter. My brother and I were sitting in the living room, playing a game of Exploding Snap. Draco's tiny hands were grabbing for the pieces like any child would, trying to put them in his mouth. I snatch them away from him before he blows his head off. I was nearly seven and my brother only four, thus I didn't quite understand what was happening, but my young mind did process one thing. Lucius wasn't my father.

"What are we supposed to do, Lucius? If he finds out about her she will be targeted."

"What do you want me to do?! Send her away?"

"Of course not! She is my daughter; I would never send her away. There must be another way to keep her from him. "

"There is no other way, Narsissa. She's a half-blood in his eyes, remember. She doesn't have a place in this house."

"You will not send her away! I wont let you. She will grow up here and attend Hogwarts like any other child. I will keep her safe from the him."

I didn't quite understand then - not entirely - but it's quite clear to me now.

I'm Narsissa Black's bastard child.

A few rays of light make their way through the curtains of my bed. They hit my face and my eyes flutter open. I sit up and stretch, groaning like an animal waking up from a nap. I wipe the sleep from my eyes and reach my hand out to move my curtains aside. The murky light from the lake that awoke me is shining threw the thick windows that keep the water out. The dungeons aren't the brightest place in the castle, as anyone would have guessed, but you learn to get used to it. I shove the heavy green blankets off with a grunt and slide my feet over the side of the bed. All the other girls around me are getting dressed and leaving the dorm for breakfast. I hurriedly get my things out and dress in my black, green and silver robes. Once I'm dressed I grab my wand out of my night stand and slip it in to my robes. I run down the steps to the vast common room. The room is made entirely of stone walls and is decorated with leather couches for lounging on in our down time. There are a few students still sitting around, reading or such, but most have gone up stairs. I make my way over to the door but just before I step out I hear someone sneering my name.

"Depree!"

I turn my head and see the last person I wanted to see. She has the usual smirk on her face, her short chopped black hair is leaning to one side as she tilts her head at me.

"What do you want, Parkinson?" I asked in a dry voice. This girl annoyed the hell out of me.

"Have you seen Draco this morning?" she asks me.

I roll my eyes. When it came to Draco, this girl was like a lost puppy.

"No I haven't. Can I go now?" I sneer at her. I'm not normally like this, but when you get sorted into Slytherin, you have to adapt.

She lets out a huff of breath and shoves past me and out the door.

A mumble things about stupid fourth years and follow suit.

The great hall door is left open for breakfast. I walk through casually, hoping no one noticed that I was late. I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and look up at the front of the room. The Goblet of Fire is sitting up there, as though it was peering at all the students as they ate. The boys from Durmstrang ate at the same table as ours. The girls from Beauxbatons ate with the Ravenclaws. It was strange having people other Wizarding schools here. Since my third year here strange things had been happening at Hogwarts. Mostly because of Harry Potter, but still, having outsiders within the walls felt off. I kept walking towards my spot at the table. Draco and his friends were already sitting there, a vacant spot open for me on the right side of Draco. I slide into the seat beside him and steal a piece of bacon off his plate. He looks over to me when he notices and smirks.

"Have you seen Pansy yet this morning?" I question him. She left the dorm before I did but I didn't see her at the table.

"Nope. Why?" He asks as he takes a bite of his toast, his white blonde hair falling into his eyes.

"She stopped me on my way out this morning, asking for you."

I hear him grunt in annoyance.

"Merlin's Beard, she needs to leave me alone. Just cause we are 'technically' engaged doesn't mean she has to follow me everywhere." He does air quotes with his fingers when he says technically.

I laugh at his annoyance and lean back on the bench, catching the attention of Blaise Zabini as I did so. Blaise turns his head towards me and leans back as well.

"Looks like Draco's got an admirer," I whisper to him.

Blaise takes this chance to start singing in Draco's ear.

"Draco and Pansy sitting in a tree…" he yells out. "K-I-S-S-I-N-G"

Blaise and I start laughing while Draco looks horrified.

"That's disgusting! I think I'm going to hurl." He makes a throw up face into his plate and then smiles.

I sling my arm over his shoulders and we laugh and carry on for a while. Then suddenly, Blaise asks me a question.

"So Lira, are you planning on putting your name in the Goblet of Fire?"

I almost choke on my breakfast. I look up and him, confused.

"Why would I do that? I don't have a death wish."

I continue eating, hoping that was the end, but Blaise is pretty persistent.

"Well, I mean you turn seventeen next year; they might make and exception. And if you win you can go on a date with me," he says, with a wink in my direction.

I almost choke again. He's kidding,right? I hope he's kidding.

"Well if that's all I would win, there is really not a point in entering."

After hearing this Draco almost spits his drink across the table. Blaise has been flirting with me since he became friends with Draco. To no avail, as you can see. I don't even understand why he would flirt with me, considering that all the other Slytherin girls would be happy to go out with him. I'm not even as pretty as any of them, so it makes me even more confused at his constant flirting.

"Oh come on, Lira. Not even just one date? Then I'll leave you alone," he pleads, giving me puppy dog eyes.

I giggle and stand up from the table.

"Let me think about it." I put my hands on my hips and stand there, looking like I'm thinking hard. I point at Blaise and take a deep breath.

He looks at me hopefully when I sigh, "No"

Draco and his friends burst out laughing, bugging Blaise. He winks at me, saying he didn't take it to heart. I walk away fromm the group of laughing boys to leave the great hall. I had to get to the potions room to speak with Snape before Divination.

I'm about to walk out the large door when someone grabs my hand, holding me back. I fling my head around to see that it's Draco.

"Hey, wait up. I'll walk with you."

I nod but just before we leave the hall, I see Draco glaring at Harry Potter. I pull him along and down the hall. Once we are far enough away I turn to him.

"Harry's not going drop dead from your stares, Draco! "

He runs his hands through his hair and smirks.

"One can always dream."

I shove him into the wall and keep walking. He jogs to keep up and slings him arms across my shoulders. Before he can say anything else, I interrupt him.

"I'm your sister, you have to listen to me. So listen good. Forget about Harry Potter, and be happy for me?"

He looks me in the eyes and tucks the strand hair behind my ear that always falls out.

"If only I could forget, Lira," he says sadly. Then his mood changes in five seconds flat, like a drop of water hitting a lake and making ripples. He hops in front of me and halts me in my path. He then starts speed walking down the hall to get to the classroom.

"Only Half-sister!" he yells back at me. I run after him and come around the corner to see him kneeling down to pick something off the ground.

"Candy?" he wonders, evidently confused.

I look at it curiously. I had never seen any candy like that in the shops in Hogsmeade.

He unwraps it and pops it in his mouth. His face twists and his lips pucker.

"It's sour," he explains. Then all of a sudden, his face turns a weird shade of green and he runs into the nearest classroom. I run after him once again and see him going to grab a cauldron to puke in, but unfortunately for Professor Snape, he didn't make it that far. Draco throws up all over the floor in front of Snape. I take a step back, hoping that he hasn't seen me yet. I don't need a detention along with Draco. Snape's face twists into a expression that can only explained as anger, disgust and confusion. I was about to step out when I was pulled out the door thrown out into the hall.

I look around to find Fred and George Weasley rolling around on the floor, killing themselves laughing. They both had shoulder length orange hair and a face full of freckles. They were tall and lean. My arms and legs were tangled in a mess on the floor, but after a few moments of confusion, I compose myself and clear my throat.

"Excuse me, but what is going on here?!" I asked, with a louder voice than usual.

They suddenly stop laughing and wipe tears from their eyes, standing up. They stood beside each other and I could tell who was who.

The one on the left sticks his hand out to me and smiles. He has permanent smirk plastered on his face.

"I'm Fred," he says shacking my hand, the pointing to his brother. "This is George."

George smiles sweetly at me. He seems less cocky than Fred; more sneaky.

"Lira Depree," I introduce myself. I can see them look me up and down, seeing the colour of my clothes. They've figured out I'm a Slytherin. Shouldn't be long until they leave, making up some reason as to why they can't stay.

"Well, it was nice to meet you Lira, but we best be taking our leave. Don't want Snapey giving us another detention."

"Wait, so you did that to Draco?" I ask.

They just smile and George hands me a small piece of paper.

"You ever need anything just contact us , we would be happy to help. Pranks are our specialty."

I look down at the card. It was bright red with white lettering that read:

'Weasley's Wizard Wheezes'

Yet there was no contact information. I look back up to ask them about it, but I'm left to an empty hall. Only the sound of Snape yelling at Draco in the next room can be heard.

"Sorry Draco" I think to myself. He's on his own this time.

I slip the card into the pocket of my robes and head to my first class.

Author Note: Hello , welcome to my story. I hope you like it and continue to read. Please review if you have something to say or have a theory or anything really as long as you are respectful.