--Cold Fire--

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Chp. 1
-Children-

Alisa ran a hand through her blonde hair. She was ten years old and she hadn't shown any sign of magic. Her brother, Alexander, had been making things happen for a few years. Though it made perfect sense, for their father was one of the most prominent wizards of thier time.

She just couldn't figure out why she had shown absolutely no magic. Could she be a squib? Her father had always been there to comfort her, and tell her that it took time. But now he was gone. Nothing bad had happened to him, of course, he was simply away on business.

Alisa left her bedroom, and went downstairs. On the way down, she passed her brother, who was cleaning the windows of the manor. She smirked as she remembered why. He had hexed Lori Longbottom, using their Dad's wand. ~Father was so mad~ Alisa thought.

"Good morning, Alisa." said Pansy. Alisa grabbed a peice of toast and sat at the table.

"Morning, Pansy." Pansy smiled.

"Are you going to Diagon Alley with us today?"

"Huh? How come I haven't heard about this?"

"You mean you didn't know? Ah, anyway, we're going to meet your father." Alisa stood up so suddenly, that she knocked her chair over.

"You mean he's back"

Pansy nodded. "Did you think, he'd miss your birthday?"

"I was afraid he'd forgotten" Alex said.

"Nonsense, He wouldn't do such a thing."

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Pansy tapped her foot impatiently. Where was he? She checked her watch again. He was 30 minutes late. While Pansy sat at the counter, Alisa and Alex sat at their small table, observing the customers at the Leaky Cauldron. The two whispered quietly, discussing the suspicious looking person at a nearby table.

"That guy looks like a Death Eater." Alex pointed out.

"He certainly looks the part" Alisa replied, turning away from the man.

"Former Death Eater, you mean."

" I, er, I-I-I.." The man raised an eyebrow.

"Um, don't mind my brother Sir, He doesn't have any manners."

"I see. But apparently you don't either. Whispering behind someone's back is not polite."

"I'm sorry."

"Yes, well don't let it happen again. Now what are your names?"

"I'm Alex, and she's Alisa."

"What is your surname?"

"Malfoy."