This story used to be on my old profile under the title Relentless. I am rewriting and continuing it. I have much of it written but the rewriting process is going to take some time. For the most part I'm not going to make major changes yet. I may even add in more story. I just have to finish the story of Mia and Fred.
I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Chapter 1: Snakes and Lions
I was sitting on the edge of my bed watching the maid, Nasira, pack my trunk. I twirled my wand in my hand, a habit I had developed over the last few days. They kept telling me that I was going to drop it and hurt someone but that hadn't happened yet. I was still excited over buying my first wand. It was ten inches and made of Dogwood with a Unicorn hair at its center. I had waited for this day forever. Every wizarding kid in London dreams of turning eleven. Here that meant getting a wand, and best of all, going to Hogwarts.
Nasira continued to fold my robes and cloaks. She stacked them into my trunk along with my caldron and various books. She placed item after item impossibly into the space. When she was done she charmed the trunk downstairs to wait by the door.
I was excited beyond belief.
I scooped up my silver cat and went to wait for my parents in the foyer. He meowed affectionately in my arms. He was given to me on my birthday and we had been inseparable ever since. I refused to go anywhere without him. His name was Emerald for the piercing color of his eyes and the special jeweled collar I had made.
"We finally get to go to Hogwarts Emerald! Aren't you excited?" I spun around the room. Emerald sunk his claws into my shoulder to keep from falling.
I was standing in the open, petting Emerald when I was tackled from behind. The cat jumped elegantly from my arms and landed on his feet. He did not run. Instead he sat only a few feet away to watch the commotion.
"Mia! You were going to leave without saying bye," the little boy cried into my back.
I wiggled around so that I could face him, and then took his small body into my arms when I found that he really was tearing up.
"Draco, I'll be back for Christmas. That's less than four months away. We can write all you want," I tried to comfort my little brother. I brushed my fingers through his light blonde hair, trademark of the Malfoy family.
"It won't be the same," he looked up at me with a tear streaked face, "Why can't you just wait another two years and go as I go?"
I gave him a small laugh and picked us both up off of the floor. I brushed the nonexistent wrinkles from him then myself. He was the person closest to me in the world. Most girls teetering on the edge of their teens would have nothing to do with their younger siblings. Growing up in Malfoy Manor has had its effects though. Of course our parents have had us around other children our ages. We were constantly being dragged from one gathering to another. We played nice and had many friends. Even with this being true, we were still in the mansion keeping ourselves entertained more than anything. Father was always at work and mother was too busy making sure that her staff kept her house spotless to play with us.
Just as I was about to tell Draco that it would be okay, our parents walked into the room.
"Now Draco. You will be joining her in a couple of years. Don't get all bent out of shape," Lucius snapped. Narcissa directed another maid to take my trunk to the waiting magic car.
"Mom, Dad, can I go too?" Draco asked. He was sniffling up the last of his tears now. We both knew that dad would not say yes if he was still crying.
Lucius stared his son up and down for a moment. He finally let out a sigh of okay with a roll of his eyes and ushered us all to the awaiting vehicle. We all clambered into the back of the car and the cat jumped in last.
The ride to Platform 9 ¾ was a quiet one. Draco and I sat in the back, with our parents in the front. His hand was clasped tightly around mine, as if it would physically hurt him to have to let go.
We arrived and Father loaded my trunk and rolled it onto the platform. He dropped it off it next to the train. It was all mine now.
I turned back to my parents. I was shifting from foot to foot and wringing my hands together.
Father put a hand on my shoulder to steady me, "Drahomira, stop shuffling." He straightened my back and tilted my head up. I gathered myself so that the nerves were just fluttering around my insides. I managed to fool my father into thinking I was calm and collected.
Our parents never expected anything less than perfection from Draco and me. We did our best to see to it that he got what he wanted. Pride is one of the first lessons a Malfoy child learns.
The train whistle blew signaling that it was time to load up.
Father clasped me on the shoulder and Mother gave me a swift hug.
I turned to Draco last. His pale gray eyes were glistening with tears again. I only had to bend down slightly to envelope him into a hug, "Don't cry. I will send you a letter as soon as I get settled in and can write one. I will see you soon. Love you, brother," I said to low for anyone but him to hear.
"Okay. Love you, sister." He let me go and took a step back. He stood between our parents. They each had a hand on his shoulder.
I took a hold of one end of my trunk and started up the steps of the Hogwarts Express. Emerald pranced in ahead of me, as if to pick out a good compartment. He ran into one at the end of the section. When I caught up to him he was sitting in the empty cubicle on the seat next to the window. Greedy cat, figures that he would take a window seat.
I walked over to the glass and found my family standing directly in front of me on the other side. I caught their attention. They all nodded their heads and Draco gave me a small smile and a wave. I waved back as the train lurched into motion.
When they were out of view, I set about getting my trunk onto the rack above the seats.
I had the heavy thing lifted and it was above my head. I was trying to slide it the rest of the way up. About the time that I realized that it was going to fall back down and hit me, two pairs of arms came out of nowhere on both sides. With the help of these two new people, we were able to get it settled into place.
I turned to thank them. When I did I had to stop for a minute. I thought that I was seeing double. Two red headed twins stood side by side. Both had the same goofy grin on their faces.
I took in both of their appearances as I am sure they did mine. They were identical in every way, including the tattered, second-hand clothes that they wore. Red hair. These must be the Weasleys that dad is always talking about. Irresponsible parents having more children than they can afford.
We got both of their trunks put up as well. After that we all sat down. Emerald moved from the side of the compartment that the boys were on, to my lap. I absentmindedly stroked his back. Soon his head was down and he was purring in his sleep.
"Tha… Thank you. I was afraid that it was going to fall and hit me," I said, looking at the floor in embarrassment.
"No problem," said the one on the right.
"Glad to help," said the one on the left. They talked as if they were one person.
"I am Fred." Right side. He held out his hand and I shook it apprehensively.
"George." He took my hand when his brother released it. I noticed that George had a freckle on the tip of his nose where Fred did not.
"I am Drahomira," I introduced myself.
"Draha-what?" Fred asked.
"Did your mom hate you when you were born?" asked George very seriously.
I was a little taken back, "Family name. I am named after my great-great-great grandmother. You can call me Mia."
"Well Mia," said Fred, "It is a pleasure to meet you." Both boys stood up and bowed. They sat back down laughing. It was infectious and I couldn't help but to join in.
We sit in the compartment and got to know each other as the train made its way through Britain.
After the snack cart had come by and I was nibbling on a Pumpkin Pastry, the question's started again.
"So do you have any brothers or sisters?" Fred asked with his mouth full.
I had already noticed that I couldn't help but to wear a grin when I was around them. "I have a brother. His name is Draco. He's like my best friend."
"He was the little one on the platform that looked exactly like you except for he was a boy, right?" asked George.
I was surprised that he had paid that much attention. "Yeah. People always say that if we weren't two years apart, then we could pass for twins." I realized what I said and blushed a deep scarlet, "Sorry."
Fred looked at me funny, "No offense taken. It is not like you were poking fun at us, then we would have to hex you." I believed him when he said this. Then he and his brother busted out laughing.
When our fit was over, I asked the same question back though I already knew that there was quite a few of them, "So what about you? Siblings?"
"Oh yeah," said George.
"A lot," said Fred.
"Five to be exact."
"Not counting each other."
"They usually count us as one anyways."
"Bill is the oldest."
"Left Hogwarts last year."
"Then is Charlie."
"He is a sixth year."
"Percy the Prick is a third year."
"Then comes yours truly."
"Ron is two years younger than us."
"Brat, that one."
"Ginny brings up the rear."
"I still don't know how she stands being the youngest and the only girl."
"She's a fighter though."
"We all have the scars to prove it."
I was amazed at how they talked back and forth like that. It seemed to come natural to them, and I was sure that it would take time for me to get used to it.
"Wow," was all that I could say.
"Yeah," one of the twins said.
Our silence was broken by yet another red headed boy opening the door. He was already in his robes. He was taller and lankier than the twins and wore glasses on his freckled nose. I supposed that he must be their brother.
Sure enough, "Fred, George, you need to get into your robes. We will be arriving at Hogwarts shortly." He was closing the door when he noticed me sitting there. "Oh, hello." He stuck out his hand and I gave him mine, "I am Percy."
"I am Mia," I responded.
"It is nice to meet you Mia. As I was telling my brothers, we are almost there. You had better change into your robes," and with that he shut the door and left.
The three of us got our trunks down and found our robes. By the time that we had them on, the train was coming to a stop. We drug our luggage off and were told to leave it on the new platform.
"Firs' years. All firs' years over here," a very large man was yelling. Meekly all of us approached him. When we were all gathered around him, he led us to a lake.
He directed us all into boats. I got into one and the twins followed me. The man named Hagrid told us that it was tradition for all first years to ride the boats across the lake when they got here.
We went into a slight cave, where a faint light was visible at the other end. When we broke through, we got our first glimpse of the castle.
It seemed to tower over everything, illuminated and reflected over the water. It was as if it was there to protect the rest of the surrounding area. I heard many gasps at the sight, and figured that one of them was my own.
We kept going until we reached a passage that ran underneath the castle. We got out there and climbed to the top of a flight of stairs. Here we were greeted by a stern looking woman.
When we had all reached the top, she began to speak. Her voice held such authority, that it quieted all noise at once. "Hello first years. I am Professor McGonagall. In a minute I will lead you through these doors and into the Great Hall. There you will be sorted into houses. Whichever house you are put in, you go and sit at their designated table. As soon as the sorting is over, the feast will begin. Any questions?" she paused for a second to make sure. "There usually aren't," she said under her breath. In her normal voice, she said, "I will be back when the sorting is to begin. It will only be a few moments, so sit tight." With that she disappeared into a set of double doors at the top of the stairs.
We all talked in a nervous jitter.
A few minutes later she came back just as she had promised. She ushered us all into two lines and then into the Great Hall.
After getting over the initial shock of all of those people staring at us, I noticed a hat sitting on a stool at the front. McGonagall stood next to it with a scroll. She began calling out names.
"Adams, Ava."
And so we were sorted.
It finally came to my turn, "Malfoy, Drahomira." As I started up the stairs Fred shot me a surprised look. I guess he had heard of the Malfoys.
I sat on the stool. As soon as the hat touched my head it shouted, "Slytherin." I felt as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I couldn't wait to write my parents.
I joined the cheering sea of green and silver.
We waited through the rest of the sorting. The twins, being called one after another, were sent across the room to the Gryffindor table. They sat with two others with the same bright red hair. One of the twins looked over with a sad look. It had begun. They were now the enemy.
When it was all over, Dumbledore stood to go over rules and to announce that it was time to eat.
The most amazing feast popped up before us. We all dug in instantly. The food was going fast, but it just kept refilling itself.
It was finally over just in time. I was about to fall asleep on my feet. We were led to the dormitories by a prefect. Slytherin resided in the dungeons. When we first year girls reached our room, our trunks were already there waiting on us.
There were three other girls in here with me, Ava, Melody, and Helen.
I changed into my pajamas and when I pulled back the curtain on the four-poster, I found Emerald was already curled up on my pillow, fast asleep. I climbed into bed and lay my head next to him and drifted off instantly.
A/N: I hope you liked it.
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