I come from New Zealand, more specifically; I come from the larger of only two completely magical settlements in the whole country – Makutu. New Zealand isn't really known for its' outstanding magical history, but it is a magical place in all senses of the word.

I live a life of privilege to say the least. While my blood is pure, my race is mixed. My dad is pure-blood Toa (Native warriors of New Zealand) and my mum is pure-blood English. I consider myself more blessed than the few others of pure blood because, despite our family being richer than rich, we have a very philanthropic Grandmother on my dads side who taught us to always be kind and generous beyond measure. A stance that has gained, and more importantly, maintained respect from all castes of society.

The 'Good Life' isn't too shit hot to be honest; tainted with lies and greed, pure bloods are blinded by their ambition to be at the tippy top. They bring down their own families if they have to in order to be the King of the mountain, but those of us descending from the Ariki line don't stand for that at all. Our lives revolve around our family, and improving our community. My friends like to point out the posh things about my demeanour that exemplify my upbringing, but I am proud of my blood lines.

It's weird starting this new school in the middle of the year, but at least I got to see my friends for one last party at my own school before I left. I am going to stay with my mum's family – the Malfoys. At home, the name Malfoy means nothing, but I know it means a hell of a lot in Britain. While visiting family in England and Scotland over the years we have had to present ourselves with the utmost pride in our heritage lest we be scolded by Grandma Malfoy – a very proud and formiddable witch. My mums' only sibling, Uncle Lucius, is a bit of an asshole to say the least. I feel sorry for my cousin sometimes, you can still sense goodness in him but his overbearing father makes it difficult to let it shine. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if Grandma Malfoy defected from Lord Voldemort and his followers before he threatened my mothers' life. Maybe Uncle lucius could have been saved too.

I'm here.

Stepping away from the crumpled up newspaper/portkey outside dark wrought-iron gates I walk towards my luggage sitting patiently in the driveway of Malfoy Manor. Being a descendant of this house I'm allowed to stroll straight through the gates without having to open them, or so I thought. The guard blatantly gawks at me as I march straight into the solid iron bars. He lets out a little chuckle then steps forward.

"Name, blood status, and reason for visiting Malfoy Manor?"

I stare at him at a loss for words. I've never experienced this before. Particularly from someone i've known since I was a baby. "You know who I am Dimitri!"

He continues staring through me then repeats.

"Name, blood-status, and reason for visiting Malfoy Manor?"

"Rhea Te Ariki; pure-blood. I'm here to spend a few days with my family before I start school. Why do you not know this, and why the hell am I not allowed in?"

"New protocols little Madam. The Dark Lord doesn't like uninvited guests and -"

" - the Dark Lord? Oh sorry, you seem to have mistaken me for someone who gives a shit! Are you kidding me Dimi?! Who the hell is the "Dark Lord" anyway! Where is Uncle Luc"

He flinches a little at the mention of my Uncles name.

"Lucius isn't here - "

I cut him off when I pull out my wand and point it at the gates.

" - expecto patronum! Aunt Narcissa, Draco, Uncle Lucius! If there is anybody in this house could you please open the gates for me? Chur. It's Rhea by the way – in case you forgot who I was because Dimitri has all of a sudden forgotten the past 17 years of his life"

My white heron patronus glides through the air and disappears through the front of the manor.

With a long-winded creak the gates open slowly. My belongings seemingly float up the stairs and in to the lobby where I am greeted with excited squeals from Elaina the house-elf who carried my things in, and has been serving this house since before I was born. I know this mansion well but I still stand in awe at how extravagant everything is. It was Mums' idea to come here a couple days early to mingle with my family, but I know she just wants me to report back on how her brother is doing since they've become estranged in recent years.

As I traipse up the stairs Elaina tells me that Aunt Narcissa has had a room Made up for me even though I will only be here for a few days.

"Mistress Narcissa would also like to apologise for the gate incident she assumed you would be able to walk through the gates"

I nod to Elaina and open the door to my room. It is tastefully decorated to suit any 17 year-old teenage girl. A huge queen-sized bed is draped in the softest down duvet, and as I sit on the mink fur throws my whole body sinks into the squishy soft mattress. The room has been painted a deep purple with silver trimmings and a feature wall showcases the real-time night sky of some far away beach bathing the room in serenity. Staring at the never-ending sky a sudden tiredness settles in and even though it's the middle of the morning here I fall asleep.

A warm breeze carries the most inviting smell of dinner as I peel my eyes open and read 04:00am on my watch. I realise the time difference and get up to join the family for dinner. I smell roast something, gravy, roast potatoes…garlic something…mmm it smells divine.

"Did you have a good rest Rhea?" The sultry voice of Aunt 'Cissa comes floating through the ridiculously large Dining Hall. I give a short curtsy, as is custom, and nod my head in reply. "Where's my darling cousin Draco? Haven't seen you guy's in years, what's new?"

An awkward giraffe enters the room as we're draped in silence and I'm left standing there like a dummy looking anywhere but at her. Finally she looks up. "Draco is probably brooding in his room as usual, your Uncle has landed himself in a cozy cell, and me well I'm here twiddling my thumbs as always dear" Her biting frustration creates an unbearable tension so I promptly turn around and march out towards the stairs to find Draco.

"Elaina!" A small popping noise sounds behind me "Could you please take me to where Draco is?" She takes my hand and with a click of her fingers I'm standing in the Malfoy Library surrounded by shelves upon shelves of devastatingly ancient books.

"Elaina must be going back to the kitchens now Miss Rhea"
"-Thanks Elaina"

And with a small pop she disappears.

The musty smell of parchment fills my nostrils and I'm engulfed by all this information waiting to be learned. I can't find Draco so I lose myself amongst the pages of Hogwarts: A History until I hear a curious voice asking me how long I've been in here. To be honest I don't actually know, but it must have been quite some time because the sun has reduced to an amber glow over the horizon.

"How have you been Draco?"

His face warps in to a tired smile that seems genuine. He gives me a hug and leads us back to the Dining Hall. We used to be quite close being the same age and spending a lot of holidays together. We certainly have some good memories in this house. As we round the corner leading down stairs he finally turns to me dripping in sarcasm.

"I've been spectacular by the way! Are you excited to start at Hogwarts this year?"

"That sounds fantastic! And yes, apparently I have to catch a train to school. But how have you really been cuz? It's been almost 4 years and not a single owl"

Draco goes on to explain the who, the what's, and the how's of Hogwarts School; from catching the train to the in crowds, and the traits of different houses. Ravenclaws sound like my type of people. He also lets me in on the life his dad has been living. So much darkness and hate.