My first fan-fic, so please go easy on me


Draco was eight and a half. He was playing with Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson. They were all in an unused room in Malfoy manor playing exploding snap.

"Draco," said Narcissa Malfoy, as she entered the room, holding a very tired looking little girl with blonde hair. "Why don't you kids go play outside? I'm putting Laura down for a nap."

The kids obeyed, but Draco was annoyed. He hated his sister. Laura, who was only two years old, had just learned to talk. Laura was quite independent for her age, but she was shy.

Draco, Crabbe and Goyle, who had only just gotten their wandless magic, saw only one good use for Laura, target practice. They had gotten in a lot of trouble for that though, so the two-year-old was now useless to them.

Pansy thought Laura was cute, but she knew that disagreeing with Draco was never a good idea, so she kept quiet.

Later that day, after Draco's play-date was over, Mr. Malfoy sat down to talk to his son. "You will have to go to bed early tonight, Draco."

"Why?" asked the little boy.

His father replied with a stern look that clearly said "You don't need to know."

Review, I will not continue this story if I don't get reviews. (You will find out more in chapter 2. You will find out why Draco must go to bed early.) Sorry the chapter was so short.

This chapter has been edited.