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Hi I'm EverDreamingWarrior and this is my first fanfic on Enjoy the story and Please Review if you like it!
Written in 1st Person
Song Disclaimers: Learn To be Lonely from the Phantom of the Opera, Innocence By Avril Lavigne, Bad Day by Daniel Powter
I don't own Harry Potter.
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Angelia's POV
I'm Blaise Zambini's twin sister, Angelia Zambini. I have long black hair with emerald green eyes and olive tanned skin. I'm about medium tall with a willowy body.
I'm a pianist and a singer, with a very strange knack for 'reading' people's emotions and singing songs that reflect their emotions.
Before me and my twin were shipped off to Hogwarts for the first time, we were taken to Malfoy Manor.
Why? Because the two of us were going to become Draco Malfoy's new playmates.
Sounds weird? Try it yourself. It is very weird.
YEAR ONE:
My mother pushes me and Blaise up the stairs outside the huge house, making us stop once we had reached the gothic looking door.
Trained to be quiet, submissive children, Blaise and I didn't protest when our mother accidentally told us only 3 hours ago that we were going to occupy this new…job, didn't protest when she accidentally made us wear some…interesting black and green dress clothes. Didn't protest when she accidentally dragged us out of the house in the rain.
Now at the present moment she is lecturing us on how to be perfect little children, how not to upset 'Master Draco' and how not to be too outgoing, loud or anything else but perfect. I drowned it out, but apparently still managed to look as if I was paying attention.
"…and try not to disturb anything inside will you? I'll be busy having a nice conversation with Narissa,"
Probably sucking up to her for information… I thought carelessly.
"…so please don't destroy anything, and keep close to Master Draco at all times. Oh and the final thing: don't disturb us, will you? Now let's go in."
My mother pastes a fake cheery smile on her face. Blaise and I, by contrast, had quite real solemn faces. She rings the doorbell.
The door creaks open slowly, revealing the tall frail but beautiful frame of Narissa and the smaller, arrogant boy standing beside her.
"Narissa!" says my mother, arms outstretched, walking to her and embracing her.
Blaise and I still watch from the doorstep in the rain as out mother and Narissa embrace with many 'tearful' remembrances.
"…do come in children. Or else you'll catch frightful colds." beckons Narissa.
Blaise and I step into the house slowly, taking off our raincoats to show off my rather short black dress with green trim and a high collar, cute green lace trimmed gloves and black platform shoes and Blaise's green silk dress shirt, black overcoat, black dress pants and black shoes.
Our playmate-to-be was as dressed up as the two of us, in almost the same outfit as Blaise's except his was smaller, and that he had gold buttons sewn onto his shirt.
"…Draco will show you around the house children," Narissa says with a careless wave of her hand. "We shall retire to the dining room, Lorena." she continues and I watch as her calculating cold eyes leave Blaise and I to look at my mother with a nod.
"Of course. Play nicely children."
My mother and Narissa leave us alone in the Grand Foyer.
"Follow me then." The boy casually says and walks out of the foyer to another room.
We follow silently.
There are dozens of rooms in the Malfoy Manor, about 10 bedrooms, several dining and entertainment rooms and many rooms for expensive pieces of art and the like.
I don't particularly care for these luxurious things, and I could care less about the boy.
But a job is a job, I suppose, I was just unfortunate to be picked for it.
After the tour was over, the boy led us to the spacious living room.
It was the brightest room in the huge house, large windows encasing the room's walls, semi-comfortable different shades of green couches and chairs placed with a careful artistic taste.
But what really drew my attention would have to be the piano. It was a beautiful black grand piano that was just begging for me to play it. But of course I didn't. Bad manners.
The boy arrogantly sprawls out on a couch.
Blaise and I look at each other. Should we sit down? Can we sit down?
"You can sit." the boy requests, still managing to sound commanding.
We sit on the couch across from him in silence.
After a while, I feel analyzing eyes on me.
I look up to meet his steely-eyed glare with my own.
Apparently he's not used to this and looks away quickly before clearing his throat to speak.
"I suppose you know my name already, it's Draco." he begins. I just barely suppress a smirk. That's how I would have introduced myself, if I had the courage…
"…and you are the Zambini twins. Blaise and Angelia." He looks at us in turn, silence following.
"Well do either of you have anything interesting you can do?" he says, a tad exasperated with the silence.
"…she can sing." Blaise says, shooting me a sideward glance.
I sigh inwardly. He just had to say that…
"Well sing us something!" Draco encouraged…well demanded.
I shrug. My mother had told us to do what he said and to be honest; I really didn't want to get punished for something I didn't do.
I get up from the green couch and while walking past my brother I hear him whisper, " Read Him. "
Now I mentally shrug. Fine. Whatever.
Have I told you yet that I have this weird, uncanny ability to know what someone is feeling? Well now you know. I've had it since I started playing music, which was a really long time ago….maybe 5 years old? Anyways, that's about the gist of it. Scary girl, has weird ability to read people's feelings. Now back to my train of thought.
I take a close look at Draco for the first time and see a spoiled, emotionless but lonely boy. He lacks the warmth that even our twisted family sort of has, and begin to actually feel sorry for him as I sit down at the piano.
I start to play the introduction to the song, immediately loving the sound and the way the keys feel under my fingers.
I open my mouth, and clearly but softly begin to sing.
Child of the wilderness
Born into emptiness
Learn to be lonely
Learn to find your way in darkness
Who will be there for you
Comfort and care for you
Learn to be lonely
Learn to be your one companion
Never dream that out in the world
There are arms to hold you
You've always known your heart was on its own
So laugh in your loneliness
Child of the wilderness
Learn to Be lonely
Learn how to love life that is lived alone
Learn to be lonely
Life can be lived life can be loved alone
I finish the song with a pretty, echoing chord that resonates within the room, and walk quietly back to the two boys, the black haired one looking at you with admiring, proud eyes, and the blond one in amazement.
I meet his wide eyes, and smile slightly.
It is time to leave. My mother says her goodbyes, and coos over our newfound 'friend'.
Blaise walks past him, following our mother as she walks out the door, saying, "Goodbye Draco."
And I? I look at him with a careful smile. "Bye…Drake."
I see the puzzled look on his face before I run after my brother. My good ears pick up the whispered farewell:
"Bye Blaise, See you soon Angelia."
September comes in no time, and sooner then I thought, Blaise and I were getting sorted.
We were both expecting to be put into Slytherin, and it was really to be expected, having a family of death eaters.
We watched another Weasley sibling (named Ronald) get sorted,
I was called up first, before my brother.
I gave him a small smirk and whisper, "I'm more special because I'm younger." (A/N: -)
He grins in response as I walk between the long house tables to sit on the stool.
Professor McGonagall places the Sorting Hat on my head and my sorting begins.
"Hmmmm….many good qualities I see….so what will it be? Gryffindor or Slytherin?"
I think to speak to the hat, knowing that spoken words will just make it look like I'm crazy.
"I'm eligible for Gryffindor?"
"Quite. Even if you choose Slytherin, you shall have many friends in Gryffindor. So really, any one you choose you will be accepted. But if you ask me, Slytherin would be your best bet…you're going to have a few 'more than friends'."
"Umm….well…..Slytherin then."
"SLYTHERIN!!!!" shouts the Sorting Hat. I step off the dais but don't walk to the Slytherin table. Instead, I watch my brother get sorted.
"Zambini, Blaise!" says McGonagall.
I smile slightly as he passes me.
"SLYTHERIN!!!!" shouts the Sorting Hat once again.
Blaise steps off the dais. Step for step, we walk side by side to the Slytherin table.
Draco beckons to us both, and we sit beside him, on his other side are Crabbe and Goyle.
The year passes by fairly quickly, and Draco quickly makes sure that Crabbe, Goyle, Blaise and I sit on either side of him at every meal.
Draco thinks I'm sweet and cute. He's told me this more than once. And behind these almost too nice compliments, I know he's amazed at how I know his feelings when he hides them. Beside this, I know he doesn't like me, putting aside everything everyone else says.
Christmas arrives and on Christmas break, Blaise and I visit Draco.
We sit comfortably in the living room once more. As we laughed, Blaise urged me to give Draco his Christmas present.
"Come on Angel! Even bad boys in Slytherin need presents at Christmas!" Blaise pleads with me.
"Blaise, I already gave you your present this morning, remember?" I say patiently.
"But what about Draco?" he whines.
"Drake." I turn to face him. He has an amused type of smirk on his lips. I stifle a smirk of my own. "Would you like your present?"
"Whatever." he replies casually, his eyes telling me a different story.
"Ok then. Drake, may I use the piano?" I say pleasantly.
"Be my guest."
I sit down comfortably at the piano, and start to play.
Waking up I see that everything is ok
The first time in my life and now it's so great
Slowing down I look around and I am so amazed
I think about the little things that make life great
I wouldn't change a thing about it
This is the best feeling
This innocence is brilliance
I hope that it will stay
This moment is perfect
Please don't go away
I need you now
And I'll hold on to it
Don't you let it pass you by
I found a place so safe, not a single tear
The first time in my life and now it's so clear
Feel calm, I belong, I'm so happy here
It's so strong and now I let myself be sincere
I wouldn't change a thing about it
This is the best feeling
This innocence is brilliance
I hope that it will stay
This moment is perfect
Please don't go away
I need you now
And I'll hold on to it
Don't you let it pass you by
It's a state of bliss, you think you're dreaming
It's the happiness inside that you're feeling
It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry
It's a state of bliss, you think you're dreaming
It's the happiness inside that you're feeling
It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry
It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry
This innocence is brilliance
Makes you wanna cry
This innocence is brilliance
Please don't go away
Cus I need you now
And I'll hold on to it
Don't you let it pass you by
This innocence is brilliance
I hope that it will stay
This moment is perfect
Please don't go away
I need you now
And I'll hold on to it
Don't you let it pass you by
I get off, and finally realize that I'm accepted. Not by just my brother or family but by friends, however little they care doesn't matter. I'm finally accepted by someone. And I like the feeling.
Christmas ends soon enough, and we go back to Hogwarts.
One weekend, late at night, I walk in late into the Common Room. I had been in the library, studying.
The only person in the Common Room was Draco, looking moodily into the fire.
To my extreme surprise, there was a very…very random piano in the room.
I read him with ease, and even someone without my "ability" could have seen that Draco had had a bad day.
I start to play and sing for him:
Where is the moment we needed the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue skies fade to gray
They tell me your passion's gone away
And I don't need no carryin' on
You stand in the line just to hit a new low
You're faking a smile with the coffee you go
You tell me your life's been way off line
You're falling to pieces every time
And I don't need no carryin' on
Because you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day
Will you need a blue sky holiday?
The point is they laugh at what you say
And I don't need no carryin' on
You had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
(Oooh.. a holiday..)
Sometimes the system goes on the blink
And the whole thing turns out wrong
You might not make it back and you know
That you could be well oh that strong
And I'm not wrong
(yeah...)
So where is the passion when you need it the most
Oh you and I
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
You've seen what you like
And how does it feel for one more time
You had a bad day
You had a bad day
"Thanks Lia." he says after I finish. I was shocked by the nickname but I figured out that I didn't mind. It was nice, him calling me by something else than my name.
I swing my legs around the bench to face him. I shrug.
"It's my job."
"Eh?"
"My mother says any interaction with a Malfoy is to make them satisfied."
"She said that?"
I nod. "To Blaise and I. Now I'm sorry Drake, but I've got to get some sleep. Goodnight." I get off the bench and start to walk towards the girl's dormitories.
"Lia?" his voice stops my steps. I turn to face him.
"I don't need entertainers…I need a friend. Will you and Blaise be my friends?" he gives me rare shy smile. Which I return.
"Of course." I reply truthfully.
"And another thing?"
"Hm?"
"The piano is Snape's birthday present for Dumbledore. Who knows why he needs one but don't tell anyone, 'k?"
I nod.
"Night Drake."
"Night Lia."