Okay, so Draco has a sister, a trouble-making, eccentric, and slightly testy, older sister. After an education in the School of Witchcraft at Salem in the USA, she's coming home to complete her education in Hogwarts during her seventh year.
Disclaimer: I does not own Harry Potter; I'm pretty sure that would be J.K. Rowling.
Chapter One
Arrival
Portkeys were never really my thing. They tended to make me nauseous at times, and I would really rather Apparate, but I haven't got my green light on that yet, so a portkey seemed to be my only option, aside from jumping on my Thunderstrike broomstick and flying home. I chose the portkey. I just wondered why they needed to be old used junk. It just really didn't make sense.
I arrived on the grounds of the Malfoy manor house just after three. And, in case anyone was wondering, so-called "jet-lag" does tend to affect a few witches after they portkey or Apparate over a long distance, me being among them of course.
I was welcomed back home wit the usual Malfoy-like un-attentiveness. The only one who bothered to hug me home was my mother. Father had summoned me into the sitting room, looked me up and down, welcomed me back, and bid me leave. Draco, my younger brother and only sibling, and slightly better at greetings.
We'd nearly bumped into each other in the hall.
I raised an eyebrow. "Nice to see you too Dray," I said.
"Likewise Alvara," he'd replied. It was okay though, we'd save the more sibling moments for when we got to Hogwarts.
So, we ate dinner that day, and in one week Draco and myself were on our way to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
This is where our story begins.
Well then. There it is. Very short, very prologue-ish. More will follow if I get reviews. A lot lies in store for Alvara (which means Elf Warrior. I got it off the internet. Apparently it's Old English.) She happens to have very put opinions on more subjects.