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Title: Heritage Undiscovered
Need To Know:
Sirius fell through the veil but Harry managed to reach in and pull him out.
This is set in Harry's 6th year.
Sirius' eyes are a stormy sea blue just like Draco's.
CHAPTER ONE: Dear Dray :
Dear Dray,
How are you? I have some great news. Mum came to me after my stepfathers Funeral and she told me that she had arranged with granddad for me to transfer to Hogwarts. Plus your parents are letting us live in the north wing at Malfoy Manor. I can't wait to see you. Australia is just too hot! I can't wait to be home in England. See you in 2 weeks.
Love Always
Your friend
Elita xoxo
Draco Malfoy grinned widely as he read the letter from his best and longest friend for a fifth time in the past two weeks. Elita Nuria Fallon–Black had been his best friend since they were three years old. Elita's mother and step father had moved to Australia six years ago and the only contact they had was a letter every three days or a ten minute fire call now and then. Elita's mother had wanted to move back to the elven world but without her muirn bertha dan (Soul Mate, One True Mate) she just couldn't bare to face her people again. Elita's biological father is Sirius Black but only Sirius, James and Lilly Potter, Remus Lupin, Elita, Erelah (Elita's mother), Albus Dumbledor (Elita's grandfather), Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy and Draco knew this. Not even her Stepfather knew who her real father was.
Elita's step father wasn't the most loving person and had spent most of his spare time telling Elita she was an under achiever, a failure, not worth his time, and unworthy heir to his families fortune and the list went on. Erelah, Elita's mother had always tried to make up for Edward's abuse by loving her even more and spoiling her as much as her husband would allow. But sadly Erelah was unable to leave her husband for his money and high stature was the only thing keeping the two elves from living with nothing to their name, with no money and no hope of clearing Sirius' name. Luckily though, when Edward Malcolm the third died. Erelah and Elita inherited all of his possessions and his families' fortune. Leaving them to be able to live a very comfortable and luxurious life.
Draco couldn't wait to see Elita. The South Wing belonged to Draco, The West wing was his parents and the East wing was usually given to guests when they came to stay. Draco's parents had kept the North Wing on offer ever since Sirius had been carted off to Azkaban but Erelah had always turned them down. Erelah was very close with all three Malfoys but Sirius had always been arguing over something with Narcissa even though Lucius had been very close with both Sirius and his best friend James Potter who were inseparable even out of School. The Potters had always been welcome at Malfoy manor. Narcissa and Lucius had been distraught when James and Lilly had been killed. Lucius loved Sirius like a brother but they just never let it be known. Sirius had been branded a traitor to both the light and the dark side and Lucius had both his and Sirius' families to protect.
Draco put the letter down on his dresser and got ready to meet Elita and Erelah. Draco wore a pair of black tailored pants, a black turtleneck and a long black cloak. His blonde hair wasn't slicked back like usual but was hanging loose. He looked very hot if he said so himself. And he did. He walked into the Entrance Hall where he saw his father with his arm snaked around his mothers' waist, whispering sweetly into her ear. These moments were common at the manor but were never witnessed by anyone outside of the family. Draco smiled and walked to stand next to them facing the fireplace.
"Good morning darling. Did you sleep well?" Narcissa asked her son.
"I don't think I slept at all last night out of excitement!" Draco laughed.
"You and Elita used to never be seen without the other when you were younger. I'm not surprised you're excited at finally seeing her again." Lucius smirked "I doubt you'll ever let her out of your sight again. Erelah tells me Elita is coming into her heritage quite nicely. It seems she really has been blessed with the perfect combination of her parents looks." Lucius laughed as Draco blushed madly at the thought of Elita as anything other than the little girl he was so protective of.
"Dad! Please don't embarrass me in front of Elita." Draco pleaded. Before Lucius could respond though the fireplace flared green and a sixteen-year-old elf stepped gracefully out of the flames followed closely by her mother.
Draco gaped at the Elven Princess before him. She was beautiful. She had sparkling blue eyes with emerald green flecked through them. Her ears were slightly pointed from her elven heritage and her hair was auburn red with natural black streaks through it. Her skin was pale, smooth and had an unusual glow to it. She was absolutely perfect. As she placed her luggage on the floor her hair fell away from the back of her neck and Draco noticed a tattoo that symbolizes her clan and parentage. All elves received them on their sixteenth day of birth. Elita looked up and spotted Draco.
"Dray!" she squealed and rushed forward into his open arms.
"I can't believe you're here!" Draco whispered into her hair. Elita pulled away smiling and looking him over.
"You look so much like your grandfather it is scary." She smirked. Draco raised a skeptical eyebrow.
"It's a good thing, I promise. A really good thing." She reassured him and then blushed as she realized what she had said. Draco laughed and took her into his arms again.
"You still crack me up Kitten and thank you." He said using the nickname he had given her when they were kids.
They looked over at the adults who were chatting and catching up.
"Hey Dad, I'm going to show the brat where her room is and then I'm going to show her mine." Draco called over to his father as Elita slapped him lightly on the arm.
"Ok Draco, don't forget lunch is at 12:00." Draco nodded, gave Erelah a hug in greeting and took hold of Elita's hand and led her away up the stairs heading for the North Wing.
"So my precious kitten, what have you been up to since your last letter?" Draco asked swinging their hands back and forth between them.
"Well packing, I've got all my school supplies and I've been pretty much busying myself with my boxing and fighting skills practice." She said summarizing the last two weeks. "Are you ready to go back to school tomorrow?" she asked looking up at Draco who was a good head taller than her.
"I'm never ready to go back to school. I would rather stay here and spend time with you but I guess I'll live." Draco sighed dramatically.
"Awwwww, Draco! We can still spend time at Hogwarts. It's not like we are going to be split the whole time." She giggled.
"Let me guess. When you went to got sorted today you didn't get Slytherin?" Draco asked looking down trodden. Elita just gave him a warm smile.
"I got Gryffindor. It was to be expected. Both my mother and father were in Gryffindor and so was my grandfather so it wasn't exactly a surprise." Elita Sighed.
"All well. At least I have a reason to hang around in the Gryffindor Common room annoying the crap out of the other Gryffs. You better be in most of my classes or I'm going to be one pissed of wizard." Draco joked.
"Actually. Slytherin and Gryffindor share all their classes this year. We will be in every single class together. I think gramps is counting on us to break the Slytherin, Gryffindor rivalry this year." Elita laughed. Draco snorted and continued on walking.
"I doubt that rivalry will ever be broken. We don't stand a chance." He said as he stopped in front of the room that himself and his parents had prepared themselves for Elita.
He opened the door and Elita walked in first and looked around in awe. The room was done in all her favorite colors, Red, Green, Silver and Gold.
"It looks a little christmasy to me. Dad wouldn't let me change it to only green and silver. He said that when we come back for Christmas it will be all done in your house colors." Draco pouted. Elita giggled at Draco and walked around discovering a bathroom and small living room. There was also a sort of study and a cupboard where all she had to do was think of what she wanted and it would appear.
"Do you like it?" Draco asked hopeful.
"I love it!" Elita exclaimed. Draco let out a sigh in relief.
"Come on. I'll show you my room. I know a shortcut just follow me." And he walked straight through a portrait that hung on the wall opposite her huge oak bed. Elita gasped and moved forward cautiously. Suddenly Draco poked his head back through grinning widely.
"Are you coming or not? I charmed it when mum and dad where down stairs discussing my inheritance. It took me about an hour to get it right, I kept ending up at random parts of the manor. Come on. It won't hurt you." He said and pulled his head back through. Elita slowly approached the portrait but before she could do anything else Draco's hand reached out and pulled her through.
"This is awesome!" she exclaimed as she looked back and saw an exact copy of the portrait that hung in her room.
"Well it saves us walking from one side of the manor to the other. Just don't tell my father about it. He would remove it faster than you can say stupefy." He shrugged. All of a sudden Elita's face lit up.
"Oh my god. I had totally forgot. I can use my wand magic out of school here because I'm sixteen. In Australia we have to wait until we graduate. I used my elven magic anyway but I love using my wand. It is made out of my father's wand. They snapped his but let mum have it so she got one made for me out of dads." She said excitedly.
"Well we are going to Hogwarts tomorrow so you would have been able to use it anyway." Draco pointed out smirking.
"Fine then spoil my fun." Elita pouted and Draco smiled apologetically.
The two spent the rest of the morning sitting on Draco's bed talking about the weird and wonderful differences between England and Australia.
Draco and Elita walked at a steady pace to lunch. When they got there they were greeted with smiles.
"Hey kids, you two took your time getting here. Pull up a chair, there are enough of them." Lucius smirked and there certainly were enough chairs. The Malfoy dining room could sit 50 people comfortably. Elita and Draco sat down on either side of Erelah. The group spent the rest of the day eating, chatting, and even fitting in a game of quidditch before dinner.
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