This is the story of what could have befallen in the magical world, in just one year, if Draco Malfoy had had a sibling, a sibling that didn't follow suit and slither into Slytherin. All rights go to the honourable Joanne Rowling.
CHAPTER ONE: The Train
Annabel Malfoy's Pov:
"Ouch", I quietly yelped, as yet another person, thoughtlessly, bustled past me. Absentmindedly rubbing my shoulder, I silently exclaimed for the tenth time "I've never seen so many people", it was fantastic! My body sang with electricity in agreement as I, with glee, turned in circles to glance at every new fascinating face. Long had I awaited the day I would finally leave the mansion and have a chance to meet other kids, just like me! With a shock I suddenly whipped my head round to where I had last seen my brother and set off slipping through the hundreds of people.
Eventually I emerged into a gap near the train where my brother, Mother and Father were waiting for me.
"Annabel!" seethed my Father, "Why didn't you follow us like I told you to!".
"Father I was jus…", I started.
"Forget it! My Father snapped. "Forget about magic, if there is one thing I want you to remember this year, it is you family. Do not disgrace us Annabel! No talking unless it is sneering at any mudbloods, on no account will you make interhouse friendships and remind any Weasley you see, or smell, of their rightful place! And if there is one thing I want you to learn this year, Annabel, it is respect, I am tired your attitude girl!"
"Yes Father", I replied.
He turned sharply and returned his attention to Draco and I tensed as my mother suddenly took hold of my shoulder, to slowly turn me around to face her.
"Now Annabel, make sure to wear your Mother's old Sytherin tie with pride now won't you; dear", quietly lilted my Mother. While waiting for a response, whistles blew and steam rolled between us in great gusts, as I eventually curtly nodded - my eyes never being able to leave hers. "Yes, good girl", replied Mother and with that she turned and took the out-stretched arm Father was offering to her and with one final threatening glare from the latter they departed, through the steam and out of sight.
"Annabel!", shouted Draco. "Hurry up you, digit!", he sang as the train slowly started to pull away.
I turned to grab hold of the door rail when a great gust of steam jetted its way out from under the carriage, furiously into my face, sending me stumbling back into the crowd. I collided with someone and fell over at their feet. The person quickly pulled me up.
"I'm so very sor…ry; sir", I stumbled in shock, the man still bending slightly and gingerly holding me by the shoulders was wearing a tattered faded brown cloak and was sporting a familiar, glorious head full of flaming red hair. He was Mr Weasley.
"Wow, young lady!", he exclaimed as he straightened me up. "I think you've got a train to catch", he informed me with a generous smile.
He then flung out an arm in front of himself and gently dragged me through the crowd before hoisting me towards an open door. I stumbled on my footing and then quickly wrenched my head out the door, only to find a sea of unfamiliar faces and hear choruses of farewells and best wishes. Neither of which I had received, but at the present time only one thing burned within my head. A Weasley had helped me. They were supposed to be spineless and consumed with mending their clothes, handing down books and sniffing out money. But Mr Weasley, for that was most certainly Mr Weasley, had just helped me onto the train. Totally bemused I stood, for a while, in the open doorway as the tunnel outside flew by. After a moment, I straightened up, closed the door and headed left up to where my brother had gotten on the train.
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"Honestly Annabel, why can't you just stay with me, why do you have to keep swanning off all the time", berated my brother.
I took this silently as I was still, just simply relieved that I'd found his compartment at all.
"Now that we're all here" sneered my Brother, "Annabel, I'm sure you remember Crabb and Goyle from summers break but this is Vincent Knife and brother and sister, Demetri and Sophia Morrow. Our parents all know each other, so it's probable that we'll all be in Slytherin together. I'll leave the four of you to get better acquainted. Crabb, Goyle, let's go greet some old friends".
I stared at the door until it had been fumbled shut by Goyle and then slowly turned to take in my new…acquaintances. The boy named Vincent was busy investigating the insides of his nose, the other boy Demetri was at the present moment jabbing his wand through his rat's cage snickering at the terrified squeaks and the girl by the name of Sophia was staring me down. I had practice in this art, via my Mother though and defiantly stared back. Somewhat shaken, she suddenly burst out.
"How many house elves serve your family"?
Somewhat confused by her direction in conversation I replied, "One, his names Dobby"
"Yours has a name", she questioned, "I don't think our house elvesss have names. Father and Mother simply call them each 'elf'".
"Yes well, we call ours Dobby and…" I started, but unable to politely ignore the commotion emanating from Sophia's left, "Demetri please mind your rat", I escape, "I'm sure you wouldn't like being prodded in that fashion". With a look of pure shock on his face he stopped his torment, momentarily. "As I was saying, well lately he's been acting strangely and has been missing sometimes, only to be seen next with bandaged limbs. I was going to question him this morning actually, but he was missing again"… "What do you think Sophia?", I politely posed.
Sophia's utterly confused expression and silence was interrupted by my brother at the door.
"Guess what Annabel", smirked my brother. "Potter and Weaslebe have missed the train!"