A/N: I don't own Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts or Pansy Parkinson. But I do own her family (Old man Parkinson, Darian, Alec, Logan, Julie and Elizabeth. I own Crystal the Cat and Jason Scully.

Chapter 1 - Introduction

Old man Parkinson is the leader of the magical mafia that converses between witches, wizards and muggles. The mafia owns a few wizard's pubs, muggle clubs, stolen car retailers and who knows what more across the world. He has six sons, all of which has at least three of their own sons. Except the youngest two, the twins, Darian and Alec. Darian has one son – Logan –and Alec is the only Parkinson who got a daughter.

Pansy Parkinson.

She is the only female with Parkinson blood. She and Logan are nearly the same age – both turning eleven the following November. All their other cousins are eight or more years older than them.

Pansy's mother – Julie – and Logan's mother – Elizabeth – died when Pansy and Logan was only three years old. After that Alec decided to move Pansy away from his big evil family and keep her safe from their wicked ways. They moved from Romania to England just before Alec turned twenty-two. Darian followed a few months later and they shared a house deep in Yorkshire.

There were still lots of communication between the family. Which caused Alec to be grumpy allot and sometimes he looked so livid that Pansy ran to her room and hid until Logan came to comfort her. The two fathers sometimes went out of town for business and left the children with a neighbor.

The August before the kids turned eleven Pansy received her letter from Hogwarts but Logan didn't receive one. He turned out to be a squib and had to stay at home and go to a muggle school.

Just before Pansy boarded the Hogwarts express her father took her aside.

"Pansy, I want you to choose your friends carefully – you hear?" he whispered.

"Papa, you know I would" the nearly eleven year old reassured him.

"Pansy, those kids at that school are different from the muggles you've known. They are…" he searched for the right word, "wicked. Stay away from those, or try at least."

"Papa," Pansy reached up and took her father's face in her small hands, "wickedness has no race. Magical or not, it is everywhere. Besides you brought me up, didn't you? I learned from the best." She smiled but her father didn't return it.

"Just don't become me, Baby-Angel." He sighed and picked her up. Baby-Angel was his pet name for her and always soothed her when she was bewildered or sad.

"Now – you better get on that train before it leaves without you" he said and put her on the pavement again.

"Not bloody likely!" she said. She gave him a kiss and skipped off to the train. She got in her compartment and waved to him from her window.

Later on the train she nearly fell asleep before her compartment door was flung open. She sat up startled and looked towards the new arrival. He had short brown hair and brown eyes. He looked around the room and when his eyes fell on Pansy he stepped in.

"Hmm…you have your own compartment, you must be important." He said and sneered at her.

She couldn't think of a reply so she just studied him. He must be about sixteen years old she though.

"What's the matter, cat got your tong?' he nodded towards the slim icy-white cat sleeping in another seat. This cat – Crystal – was very old and Pansy had gotten her a few years ago from her grandfather. Pansy rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to respond but just then a blond boy poked his head in looking very angrily towards the other boy.

"Scully, what's taking you? We have people to bother." The boy said with a voice that sent a chill down Pansy's spine. He caught sight of her as she moved to pick up her cat.

He grunted in her direction and spoke to Scully:

"I'll wait outside," and with that he stepped out.

To Pansy's surprise Scully turned back to her.

"You have a name, Mute?" he mocked.

"You first" she spoke as briefly as she could. He sneered again but answered.

"Jason Scully, fifth year Slytherin from Scotland" he said. Pansy could hear the blond boy complain from the corridor.

"I'm Pansilla Parkinson … Pansy actually – from…" she was cut off.

"Parkinson? Form Romania?" it was the Blond boy. He came back into the compartment and studied her for a sec. Before she could answer he reached out his hand for her to shake.

"I'm Draco Malfoy, from nowhere in particular." She reached up and shook his hand. His mood had quickly changed. "Mind if we sit here?" he asked and motioned for Scully to join him after she agreed.

"I didn't know the Parkinsons bred girls. I was under the impression they only had boys in the Parkinson blood." Draco Malfoy said as he stared at her.

"In four centuries of Parkinson existence, I am the only Parkinson girl" she told them. Scully tried to find a clue to what they were talking about.

"Who is the Parkinson's?" he finally asked.

"Only the biggest – most evil family in all the universe." Malfoy said matter-of-factly. Pansy's jaw dropped and her eyes grew wide. The two boys stared at her reaction. She felt herself begin to shake as she realized the truth. She wás in the most evil family; she just wasn't as evil as the rest of them, or at all.

She swallowed hard and stood up.

"Yes – well – you have to leave now, I better be changing into robes… and you have to leave – Now!" they stood up surprised and walked out. Malfoy turned back around.

"See you at school, Parkinson" he said with a smile and left.

A/N: well that is chapter 1. hope you liked it. Please R&R or there is no point in keeping it up. So pleeeease R&R