Hit Upside The Head
The war was slowly coming to an end. The final battle loomed closer as he paced his home. They had tolerated his return, it was only Harry who approved of him fighting with them. An ironic gesture.
His pacing however was not due to the war. A great uncle of his had arrived shortly after Draco's return into the wizarding world. His uncle came to him with news that Draco was unsure as to how to take.
"Your parents are dead." Spoke his Uncle. Draco had only sat there staring into the floor. No emotion hit him. It was if that part of him had been shut off.
His father had been given the dementor's kiss after accumulating evidence against him. His mother, was murdered by a few death eaters for Draco's supposed mistakes. The only guilt that racked him was that her death was because of him. Although no emotion seemed to come at the fact that she was dead. As if this all wasn't enough he was told another fact.
"I HAVE A WHAT?!" He bellowed at his great uncle.
"You have a sister." Draco wasn't sure how to take this and there the pacing began.
"Why wasn't I told of this?"
"It wasn't important enough to your father that you ever know. She wasn't important enough."
'How could my father see a child of his own as unimportant? There must be a reason he did so."
"He was a bloody wanker. That's why Draco. Your Father was too caught up in himself to love or even like those around him."
'But my mother…if she had had a daughter she would not have given her up.'
"Your mother could never stand up to your father and you know that first hand I assume." His Uncle's words were all too true as he remembered the times he had threatened and even hit his mother. This made his guilt build until he remembered the times she allowed his father to hit him. Hardening his heart once more Draco turned to his Uncle.
"We must find her then. Do you know where she is?" At this his uncle gave him a smirk famous of the Malfoy family.
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She sat in the grimy, still covered in dust, dirt and who know what else, noble and most ancient house of Black. She sighed as she sipped a bit of tea and looked over at Harry you held his head in his hands. She sighed.
"Harry we'll figure this out." She said trying to keep his hopes up. They had knowingly destroyed four Horcruxes now. Helga Hufflepuff's being the last. She sighed as she had been researching all night.
They had been given Dumbledore's pensive and had been using that to their advantages, but however, just when they think they've come upon something it seems just out of their reach or slips out of their grasp completely.
Harry was becoming worn and haggard at all this and Ron and herself were not any better. She sighed as she sipped more of her tea and Ron entered the kitchen.
"Hey 'Mione this came for you." He held in his hand an official looking letter. Furrowing her eyebrows as she looked at the familiar seal. Opening it carefully she unfolded the letter and began to read.
Dear Ms. Granger,
AS you read this Draco will be on his way to meet you. There are many facts about your life that you have not been told and to which I know you will find hard to believe. But all will be revealed in due time. You must believe Draco as he speaks for he tells you the truth as far fetched as you think it seems. I look forward to meeting you.
Your Uncle,
Evanander Malfoy
As she finished the letter she looked up to see a blond haired boy now in the kitchen. "Alright, so just what kind of stupid prank is this?" She asked.
"I assure you there is no prank here." Draco did not even smirk.
"Who is Evander? And why does it say he's my uncle?"
"Your great uncle. My father's uncle."
"No way." Said Ron sitting down next to Hermione.
"This is impossible." She said standing.
"You are in fact my sister." This caused her to stop pacing and turn to him. The shock on her face evident as her skin went pale white. She had felt a few strong arms catch her as she fainted.
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She awoke to light on her face and turned on her side to see Draco staring out the window. She sat up as her memory returned to her.
"How, in Merlin's beard's name, can I be your sister? We don't even look alike.'
"Concealment charm." He merely stated.
"But my name is Hermione Jane Granger. I have Muggles for parents.'
"No, you have purebloods for parents. You were adopted." He stated quietly. 'I'm not suppose to explain much here only to retrieve you so you can meet uncle." She raised an eye brow.
"I refuse to go any where with out some amount of proof." She said crossing her arms in front of her. He nodded and with a flick of his wand a file landed in front of her on the bed.
"Uncle had thought you'd want proof." She opened the file to first see her birth certificate. Katherine Karissa Malfoy. Was what the name read. Every bit of her life was the same except for her parents and her name. She sifted through and found her adoption papers.
"I don't understand, why did they give me up?" She asked staring at the bit of paper stating she would no longer be a Malfoy.
"My father, did not want another child, especially a girl. Therefore, without the permission of my mother took you to an orphanage and left you there."
"And how long have you known?"
"I found out only yesterday." She looked at both papers in front of her to see a mistake on her birth certificate.
"This is wrong. According to this I should be close to a year younger than you."
"You are. I don't understand why you were thought to be a year older all these years I can only assume that my father left you with out any information as to who you were and they simply guessed your age." She nodded at the logic. A minute rolled by before he spoke again. "Uncle has requested your presence." He said turning to her.
"So that would mean the Malfoy manor?" Sheasked and he nodded. She sighed. "I need…time. I need to think all this over." Draco nodded.
"I will return for you tomorrow then." With that he left. She wanted to scream. Her a Malfoy? She felt as if she'd just been hit upside the head. She had too much to worry about with out this added to it. All she could think was: What next?