I do not own Harry Potter. Only Sam.
I stand inside the mansion of the Malfoy estate, staring at a portrait. In the picture there were 3 people. A very pretty woman with blonde hair that reached her mid-back. Her icy blue eyes gleamed with kindness, love, and life. Next to her was a man, her husband I presume. He had shoulder-length, bleach blonde hair. His green eyes shined with an emotion in which I could not explain. They were... cold. Lastly, there was a little boy, about 5 or 6. He had short blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes. They were filled with life, love, but, somehow they were still cold.
"Please, sit here madam. The master will be here soon." Said a house elf.
"Thank you." I said, sitting down on a black couch. "So whats your name?" I asked, smiling.
"Dobby, ma'am. Dobby the house elf." He said, bowing.
"Please, don't bow. I'm just a person." He nodded slowly, unsure. "Alright then miss." Soon enough he was by the door, dusting a vase.
As I look around, my eyelids grow heavy as all the dark object's sink into my mind. Suddenly, I heard a crash. I opened my eye's and stared at the ceiling, adjusting to the darkness again. I sat up and looked toward's the doors, surprised. Dobby was on the floor with a gash on his arm, bleeding. Next to him was the vase he was dusting. The green vase with the black serpents was shattered on the black wood floor. I ran over to him and leaned down, helping him up.
"Oh my gosh Dobby! What happened?' I asked.
He looked up at me then looked at the ground.
"That foul creature was in my way. I had to move him some how." I heard someone say.
I turned around and saw a 14 year old boy, my age. He had really bleach blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He was wearing a white t-shirt and black jean pants. He had his arms crossed and he was leaning on the doorframe that lead to the kitchen.
"What's your problem? You should never hurt your house elf." I said, hitting him on the back of the head.
"What was that for? Everyone hit's that creature." He said, rubbing the spot where I hit him.
"Not anymore," I said, turning to Dobby. "Dobby, I demand that you tell me if someone hurts you, got it?"
He nodded, knowing not to diappoint a new master or friend.
"Wheres the bandages?" I asked the kid.
"Why would I tell you?"
"Because my dad's higher up in the ministry than yours is and I can have him fired."
"Whatever." He mumbled, grabbing bandages from a nearby cabinet and throwing them at me.
I bandaged his arm and stood up, satisfied.
"So, what's your name?" I asked, turning toward the boy.
"I don't see why you need to know, but it's Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." I nodded and smiled.
Draco's Point of view
I just stare at her like she's crazy. Why was she even here? I know she's not related. Everyone in my family has bleach blonde hair and wears dark colors. She has long black hair and is wearing a light blue t-shirt and white jean pant's. The only resembance at all is her blue eye's.
"My name's Samantha Ebony Skye. But everyone calls me Sam." She said, smiling again.
Sam's Point of view
"I don't care what your name is. I want to know what your doing here." He said, sneering.
"Now, now Draco. No need to be rude." Said someone from behind me.
I turned around to see the man in the picture.
"You must be Lucius Malfoy." I stated.
"Yes, and you must be Miss Skye."
"Please, just call me Sam." I said, shaking his hand.
"What's she doing here?" Draco asked, sneering.
"Miss Sam will be staying here with us for the summer."
"But why?"
"Her parents are out of the country right now and she needed a place to stay. Plus her father said that if I said no I would've been fired."
"My dad's not exactly the nicest person." I said, frowning.
"Fine, but don't expect me to be nice to you." He said, smirking and began walking away.
"Wasn't expecting you to." I said before he was out of ear shot.
He stopped for a quick moment then kept walking.
Lucius turned to me and said "Welcome to the family"
