I know that it was never mentioned that Scorpius had a sister, but I believe that fanfics are all about What if's and What then? I was day dreaming as usual when I came up with the idea for this story. Please let me know what you think and if you think I should continue it.

I'm revamping some of the chapter- or most of them- in my study breaks so let me know what you think?

Prologue

My heart squeezed tightly in my chest and my stomach seemed to twist itself into several knots as a shout sounded from nearby making me wince. Glancing up I saw my brother leaning casually against the train laughing with his friends, his blonde hair fell naturally over his stormy grey eyes and his usual mocking smirk was painted upon his face. I didn't know anyone. The reality of the situation seemed to slap me in the face as I continued to gaze quietly around, everything was so unruly, so hectic. Seemingly a world away from the rules of my home. It was nothing like I had ever expected. How was I ever going to fit in?

My mother still held onto me, her bony arms squeezing me so tight that I feared she would squeeze all the air from my lungs, that would be embarrassing as I was already having a hard enough time trying to control my nervous wheezing. Detangling myself from my mother I took a cautious step back, the small distance causing my heart to ache painfully. I hadn't expected it to be so hard to let go. So hard to leave her.

"It's your turn now. My little girl is turning into a woman," my Mother's eyes glazed over but I knew she would not cry, nor would I. I would not show any weaknesses. I was a Malfoy. Malfoy's were strong. We had a reputation to live up to.

I cried out in surprise as my brother slung a leisurely arm around my shoulder, his grip tighter than was needed. Shivering I toyed nervously with a strand of hair as I chewed on my bottom lip. Nearby a girl laughed as she threw herself into the arms of an unsuspecting boy. I wanted if I would ever feel comfortable enough to do that with someone. Probably not.

"I guess the old man isn't coming then?" Scorpius's voice was indifferent, casual but I could sense rather than feel his hurt. Had he really expected him to come? I hadn't. My Father was almost like a ghost. Some days I would only see his shadow as he disappeared up the overly grand staircase but more often than not I would only hear his whispered cursing as he stumbled in from the pub.

"He's working, dear. You know he has that big case." My Mum's eyes were still swimming with unshed tears, the tears that she would hold back until she was alone in the confinement of the Malfoy Manor, away from prying eyes. She was going to be so lonely, I hated leaving her.

Scorpius tightened his grip around my shoulders, and I forced myself not to wince. Around us everyone was saying their final goodbyes. Tearful hugs. Lingering kisses. I swallowed loudly suddenly overwhelmed by my surroundings. The day I had been looking forward to all my life was finally upon me yet all I felt was a drowning sadness. As childish as it sounds I really didn't want to leave my Mother. She was the only constant in my whole life and I was suddenly losing her too. Everything was changing too quickly. As if everything I had ever known was crumbling furiously around me until I would have nothing left to cling on to.

Scorpius was suddenly tugging on my arm, an insistent, stinging grip that was leading me towards the train and away from everything I had ever known. A whistle screeched nearby as I stumbled forwards. Fighting the urge to cover my ears I desperately drunk in the sight of my mother's tiny smile and the single lone tear trailing down her cheek which she was furiously wiping away.

"Promise you'll write," my Mother called standing alone on the platform, her manicured hand lying loosely by her hand as if unsure whether to wave or make some loving gesture. My throat tightened not allowing me to tell her how much I loved her, how much I was going to miss her. Scorpius ignored her request instead continuing to pull me towards the crowded train. I felt bystander's curious eyes rest on my almost white blonde hair before they swivelled to the lonely figure of my mother hugging her own stomach for comfort. I hated my Father in that moment. The hatred was so fierce, so consuming that it took my breath away. How could he leave her alone on a day like today? How could he send me away without even a simple hug?

"Look after her Scorpius. I mean it," she called, "and I don't want another letter home from the Headmistress."

Scorpius only rolled his cold eyes his face his usual mask of composure. Glancing once more outside as the rain began to fall lazily to the ground- almost as if the sky was crying for me- I wondered what was about to become of my life.

"Miss you," I choked my hand reaching desperately towards my mother for some kind of contact, a simple brushing of the hand would have been enough but Scorpius yanked me into the train before I had the chance. He was rough as he pulled me by the hand and into the only empty carriage, his fingernails creating half moons on my bare skin. He frowned as I curled up quietly near the window furiously gritting my teeth to stop sobs from consuming me. I felt strangely empty.

"Are you alright?" he asked running a hand awkwardly through his hair as he shuffled from foot to foot. Scorpius didn't like tears or any emotion for that matter, it made him uncomfortable which was obvious as his eyes strayed to the door. It hit me suddenly that he was the only person I knew on the whole train, the only relative I had.

I was scared. Fear clawed at my being, wondering how I would ever survive the darkened halls of Hogwarts without any kind of guidance. I blinked back another tear as I watched the familiar platform fade into the distance.

"Nattalie?" His voice was persistent. Harsh. He didn't like weakness of any kind.

"I'm fine. Excited." The lie rolled easily of my tongue. Lying was a way of life for the Malfoy family, something that seemed as natural to me as breathing.

He came closer, I could smell the slight stench of tobacco clinging to his robes and the slight hint of mint toothpaste attempting to camouflage it. For a wonderful moment I though he was going to hug me and tell me it was natural to be nervous, instead he stiffened and stood up straight before he got too close. I clamped my lips together to stop myself from voicing my disappointment.

"I'm going to find the food trolley. I'm starving. Want anything?"

He shut the carriage door with a bang before I had time to answer. Sighing I pressed my face against the window hiding my one, solitary tear. The chill of the glass burned my face, a sensation that was easy to cling to, something real that I could control. I knew I probably wouldn't see Scorpius again until I was sitting on the sorting stool awaiting my fate, the thought caused disappointment to drown out all of my previous emotions. Closing my eyes I wished for just one moment that I could be invisible, to not be a Malfoy.

A loud bang startled me awake. Night was competing with the sunshine outside. We must of nearly been there. Sickness rose in my throat. A tiny girl stood just inside the doorway, her bright green eyes reminded me of a birds- intelligent but curious. Wisps of shockingly red hair fell around her shoulders in messy waves almost as if she had just rolled out of bed. Her lips pressed themselves into a line as her eyes landed on me.

"Oh. Sorry," she gushed her smiling face fixed upon me, "I didn't mean to wake you. We're playing hide and seek you see and Hugo still hasn't found me." She flopped down on the seat across from mine hardly able to keep still for a moment. She twisted her hands together almost as if nervous and her leg bounced up and down as if emphasising my thoughts.

"Chocolate frog?" She extended the ribbuting packet towards me. Uncertain I pulled one out of the bag my hand shaking slightly. Quickly I crammed the restless frog inside my mouth before it had the chance to escape. The girl's infectious laugh echoed throughout the compartment causing me to jump with fright.

"Isn't it all so exciting? I cant wait to stay up all night and gossip with all my dorm-mates. Every night is going to be like one massive sleepover." she grinned as she rubbed her hands together almost as if already certain as to what her future at Hogwarts was going to be like. If only I could have had half the confidence she seemed to radiate.

"I guess," I mumbled lowly. I wasn't used to strangers striking up random conversations with me. My childhood had been an isolated one, and I did not have much experience with small talk. The train jolted to the right as it went over an uneven part of the track. I noticed the girl already had her robes on.

"I'm Lily by the way. Lily Potter." My hand felt slippery in her grasp as she shook it eagerly. Potter? I hoped my brother wouldn't reappear. I sunk down even further in my seat. Of course I knew the extensive history between out families and my family's association with the Dark Lord. But my father had acknowledged his mistakes long ago which was most likely one of the reasons why he worked so hard. Although I could still sense the burning jealousy he felt when the Potter's were mentioned. It was a name not even whispered within our household, the punishment would have been too severe.

"So, what's your name?" she prodded, her wide eye glittering with curiosity. I shuffled restlessly in my seat as I ducked my head to shield my face from her view.

"Nattalie," I whispered reluctant to tell her my last name, "Nattalie Malfoy."

Lily's mouth dropped open with an audible pop and her eyes widened even more. My palms began to sweat as I waited for her reaction.

"That would explain why your hairs so blonde," she smiled slightly as if fighting a battle with her own conscious and losing, "I have the curse of the red hair." I was shocked by her decision to ignore our last names. It was refreshing for a change for someone not to frown upon me and look at me with a critical eye.

"At least you will never get lost in a crowd," I smiled slightly my palms still sweating from trying to uphold the simple conversation. Lily tilted her head to the side as if she was still trying to figure me out. Strangely, I felt comfortable in her presence.

"That is true," she grinned as we heard raised voices from outside of the compartment. I winced.

"So I guess your going to be in Gryffindor?" I stated rather than asked. It would probably be the one and only time I ever talked to Lily Potter. I knew her family had been part of the Gryffindor house for generations. It was what had sparked the initial rivalry between the Potters and the Malfoys in the first instance. Stupid house pride.

"Of course," she grinned seemingly restless again, "It is in my blood. So I guess you'll be a Slytherin?"

"Yes," I sighed gazing once again through the window. I was already dreading the pinching cold of the common room which Scorpius had often told me was located in the dungeons. Shaking the thought from my head I managed a half smile in Lily's direction.

"Petrificus Totalus," a voice yelled from the corridor startling me from my train of thought. Lily raised her red eyebrows as I winced at the familiar voice. A flash of blonde hair caught my eye causing panic to engulf me. He was being stupid already and he wasn't even at school yet. My eyes were immediately drawn to Lily as I heard Scorpius's harsh laughter from nearby.

"You have to go," I snapped looking desperately at Lily, " my brother is coming!"

On an instant she was on her feet, for the first time since I had met her she wasn't smiling, instead her green eyes were narrowed as if anticipating an attack.

"I guess I'll see you around then," she brushed non existent fluff from her robes as she ducked out of the compartment. The sense of dread which I had managed to lose in her presence seemed to instantly return.

"Who was that?" Scorpius spat slouching down into the seat beside me as I frantically pulled my robes over my normal attire. The soft glow of Hogwart's castle in the distance made me feel nauseous.

"No one important," I spoke quietly avoiding his questioning eyes.

"If you say so," he shrugged, "your home Nattalie."

It wasn't my home.

My heart rate quickened as the train rolled to a stop. My tongue darted out to lick my drying lips as I smoothed down my robes. It was time to face the music, whether I was ready or not.

Glancing over at the Slytherin table my eyes met Scorpius's as he watched my every move as if waiting for me to slip up. I could see the space further down the table from him. Already one first year sat at it, I would join him momentarily. A cheer erupted from the Gryffindor table as yet another first year joined their table, their joyous personalities were of stark contrast to the tight lipped Slytherins . I tugged nervously at my robes, my hands still sweating.

"Malfoy, Nattalie," Headmistress McGonagall spoke calmly creating a hush throughout the hall. I focused on each individual step not wanting to falter in front of so many witnesses. The headmistress smiled encouragingly at my paling face. An expectant tremor travelled throughout all the older students as my shaky legs continued to lead me towards the sorting hat. I could practically feel Scorpius's stare burn my back. I sat down on the lone stool my stomach still in knots. I jumped as the ancient hat was place upon my head.

"Ahhhh yet another Malfoy," the hat spoke conversationally almost as if we were old friends. I bit my bottom lip, everyone's eyes were on me, waiting impatiently for me to join the Slytherins. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Lily give me an encouraging thumbs up. I bit back an unexpected sob as I waited for the sorting hat to speak up again. A bad feeling wormed itself into my chest, as if everything I had ever known was about to evaporate.

"A mind so unlike your relatives. Innocent and intelligent," the hat purred. My heart squeezed in my chest. None of the other students had taken as long as me. Stupid, stupid hat.

"I detect courage and yet hardly any cunningness."

"Oh no. Anywhere but Gryffindor," I whispered quickly my eyes darting quickly over the sea of red hair and grins as they all continued to watch me. I would never be welcome there, that much I was sure of.

"I wasn't thinking of Gryffindor," the hat hissed, "you have willingness to learn and seem wise beyond your time. Are you sure you're a Malfoy?"

An uneasy feeling rose in my chest. I wanted to run away and hide where no one could ever find me.

"Ravenclaw!" the hat exclaimed.

My mouth was dry and I stayed sitting even when the hat was taken from my head. Headmistress McGonagall nudged me slightly. The sound of voices became suddenly loud as I stumbled on legs of jelly down the steps and took my seat at the Ravenclaw table. Around me the other Ravenclaws were looking at me with open mouths, not able to think of anything to say, their astonishment and distate was obvious. I wished the ground would open up and swallow me.

Sensing commotion I turned to see Scorpius standing up his face burning red with anger struggling to break free of someone's grip. One of his friends pulled him back into his seat with force as I ducked my head, ashamed. I sniffed back yet another sob as I held my head in my hands. Ravenclaw was where I was going to be for seven years, the hat put me there for a reason. My Dad was going to despise me. Sinking lower in my seat I wondered what I had ever done to piss the sorting hat off.

I didn't pay attention as the next few first years got sorted. No one else joined me at the Ravenclaw table. The only other first year at the table was a boy, his eyes examined the table furiously rather than make an attempt to talk to me. In all honesty I couldn't really blame him.

"Potter, Lily."

A hush settled across the room once again as Lily walked almost lazily up to the stool. I could almost feel the excitement radiating from her large family at the Gryffindor table. Lily smiled as she sat down knowing already where she belonged. I envied her.

Her mouth moved quickly as if she was conversing with the hat. Someone at the Gryffindor table barked out a laugh. Lily suddenly seemed stressed as her mouth continued to move rapidly. Still conversing with the hat. Then she was making hand gestures and attempting to pull the hat from her head, her eyes sparkling under the candlelight. The Gryffindors all shared confused looks. Lily looked ready to burst into tears as McGonagall rushed towards her.

"Ravenclaw," the hat cried before the headmistress could reach her.

Everything was still.

No one moved. No one spoke. It was deadly silent.

"You have to be joking! She's a Potter for crying out loud," someone shouted shattering the silence. I turned to see the tiny space between the Weasly's and the Potters that had obviously been saved for Lily. She resembled a ghost as she walked to the Ravenclaw table in a daze, her face painted white. I think she was in shock. We both were.

A Potter and a Malfoy in Ravenclaw.

Was the sorting hat on drugs?

I could see Lily fighting back tears as she slipped in beside me. It was going to be a long seven years. Without thinking I found her hand under the table, she managed to shoot me a watery smile as she squeezed it. We were in for one hell of a seven years.

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