Prologue

I wasn't expecting much the morning of my seventeenth birthday. But one thing I was most definitely not expecting was to be told I had twenty-four hours to get out for good.

Perhaps some background is necessary. My name is Libra Malfoy, Draco's older sister, and Lucius's least favorite child. Honestly it didn't really start that way. Draco and I were on pretty even standing until I turned eleven. Not to say I like my father. Even as a little kids I knew that there was something off about his beliefs. Somehow I thought my scepticism would forever fly under the radar. And then I got sorted into Gryffindor. Yeah, Dad was less than thrilled.

For the first year he at least borderline tolerated me, and then over the summer he discovered that I had become very good friends with the Weasley twins due to our constant letter sending. Then he got pissed. He never hit me or used curses on me. No, he did the only thing worse. He ignored me. Imagine five years of sitting at the dinner table and your father acting like you don't exist, and because of the kind of control freak he is your mother and brother pretend you're not there either.

So that day I woke up ready for another day of being bored out of my mind. Even though school had only let out for the summer three days ago, I was longing to go back. To be with people who actually cared about me and weren't afraid to show it.

I opened my door to go downstairs for breakfast a nearly had a heart attack. My father was standing outside my door with his hand raised like he was just about to knock. Polite of him. "Oh good you're up."

"Yeah, it's kind of the same time I've been waking up for like the past two years. I've really got the whole body clock thing down now. Not that you would notice of course."

"Well now that you of age-"

I had to interrupt. "Wowwwwww. You remember my birthday. You know I think I will get you that "Number One Dad" goblet for Christmas. You've earned it."

"If you're quite finished." It really freaks me out how calm he always is. "Now that you're of age, I think it's safe to say that you can make it in the world on your own. You can take today to pack and make arrangements, but by this time tomorrow I want you out of this house."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Why? What am I doing so wrong? Because if it's about what house I am then congratulations you're way more shallow than I could have ever imagined."

"I won't have a blood traitor in my house."

"Really? This is because I'm best friends with Fred and George. Really?"

"From what I hear you don't just want that."

He might as well have dumped ice water over my head. I've had a crush on George since fourth year. But he should not know that. "I don't know what you're talking about?"

"Really? From what I hear you've been 'in love' with one George Weasley for quite a while now."

"Who told you?"

He glanced down the hall and I saw Draco trying to scamper around the corner out of sight. "I see you. I thought we were better friends than this."

I got no response. I shook my head. I'll deal with him at school. "Fine." I know what's going to eventually going to go down and I didn't want to be trapped in this house when Voldy comes by for a visit.

I walked back through my doorway and shut the door behind me. I immediately wrote a letter to the twins explaining what has happened. I attached it to my hawk owl Dakota's leg. "Take this to Fred and George, fast. And thanks."

She nipped at my hair before taking off out the window. When she was out of sight I started packing, shoving only essentials into my trunk. Books, robes, clothes, my collection of pranks. Like I said only the essentials. Once I deemed myself ready to bolt at a moment's notice I laid face down on my bed. What a day, and it's not even noon.

After an indeterminate amount of time a very loud noise came from my fireplace. I looked up to see George stepping out of my fireplace. As soon as he was clear Fred appeared. "You rang?" George said with his trademark grin.

"You're parents are actually cool with a Malfoy coming for an extended visit?

"Well for you they'll make an exception. Mum is so excited to meet you, because of everything she's heard from George-"

He was cut off by George elbowing him in the ribs. "He means us, and Ron, and Ginny. We all have good things to say."

"Some of us more than others." Fred said giving George a very weird look.

"Great well let's get going shall we?"