Hi! It's ya girl, Blue. So this is actually my first story on this site, so please, leave all the [constructive] criticism you like! This is about a character I made up months ago but never turned into a fic. Her name's Regina Malfoy and shes Dracos adopted sister (and a werewolf, for the record). Okay, please leave a review! 3 (note: I'm going to try to post at least one hapter every week, but I'm SO BUSY!)

I was three minutes old when the Malfoys adopted me. My mother, whoever she was, and my father, who's apparently dead, signed a contract with my father, Lucius, while I was in the womb. All I know is that my biological mother is still alive and that I have likely met her. My father only signs contracts and makes deals with people he knows. So I've probably met my mother, I just don't know who she is.

I was seven when I became a werewolf. I was bitten by a werewolf named Thaddius Ramoray. My mother killed him soon after. My actual mom, not my biological one.

I was ten when me and Draco were accepted into Hogwarts. It was Mother who opened the letters.

"Draco! Regina! Come downstairs! We're going shopping!" she had called. She had wanted Father to come, but he was busy. So we took Floo powder to Diagon Alley.

"You'll need robes," she had said. "And wands, cauldrons, a toad, owl, or cat, and textbooks." We had gone to Madam Malkin's Robes and been fitted with the coziest, lightest robes I had ever worn. Then we bought all sorts of cauldrons and textbooks.

"Now, to Ollivander's!" Mother had declared in a shrill voice. Draco's eyes had lighted at the mention of wands. He had always seen Father do magic with wands and wanted one of his own. What happened in Ollivander's, I will never forget.

"Mrs. Malfoy!" he, Ollivander, the one and only had announced as we walked in the door. "These are… Draco and…" He couldn't seem to remember my name, so I offered it.

"Regina Malfoy, sir."

"Malfoy? Malfoy? There is no Regina Malfoy! Well, I do know a Regina born around your birth-"

"She's adopted!" Mother had interrupted quite suddenly. Ollivander had stopped talking, nodded thoughtfully, and continued on with the sale as if nothing had happened.

"Now then, who should we start with?" At this, Draco had eagerly stepped forward. Ollivander had studied him for a moment, then nodded and waddled back in his shop. He produced a long wand for Draco, and with a "14 inches, Willow, mermaid hair," Draco eagerly flicked the wand. The candles in the rooms flickered.

"No." Ollivander simply acclaimed. The climbed his ladder and grabbed another wand, shorter this time.

"10", Hawthorn, unicorn hair." he said. Draco waved the wand, tenderly this time, and the loose papers in the room swirled around him gracefully before returning to their places. "Oh, heavens. Thank goodness. That is a good fit, young sir. A good fit." And then he turned to me. He examined me for a minute, then grabbed a box next to him.

"12", oak, dragon heartstring." I admired the excellent woodwork, then gave it a hard flick. Draco was suddenly levitated five feet in the air!

"MOM!" he called. I gasped. Mother quickly guided him down to earth as Ollivander, unfased, grabbed another box.

An hour later, I hadn't found a wand, but I had nearly destroyed Ollivander's shop. Papers were on the ground, boxes containing wands were floating in the air, and Draco was nursing a headache to the side.

"11 ½ ", bamboo, fairy wing." the wand maker said tiredly. I gave it a flick. I felt a sudden warmth as a breeze blew through the room, smelling of lilacs. "FINALLY!" Ollivander shouted, overjoyed. He quickly accepted the currency that Mother offered, not counting it, and set to casting spells to clean his store.

We left the store in silence. Draco sighed. "Wow, Regina." I laughed.

"Well it's hardly my fault, is it?"

"Now, an owl, cat or toad. Right over there. Try to be quick, please." she lamented, with a pointed glance at me. I sighed and walked into the pet shop. I looked at some owls with interest, then strolled away as a new group of people came in. Then I saw it. The tiny section selling toads was completely empty. I walked over and saw that the tanks and cages were filthy. There was one toad, on the smaller scale, that caught my eye. The card on the filthy cage said "Japanese Common Toad". I thought for a moment, the called Mother over.

"Yes?" she said absentmindedly.

"This one." I said, pointing at the sorry looking toad.

Mother looked aghast. "Are you sure?" she inquired. I nodded firmly. She sighed. "Your father will be thrilled." she muttered. As we left the store, Draco informed me that he would be naming his owl "Salazar". I thought for a moment.

"I'm naming my toad Rain," I decided. He nodded.

"Nice."

"I think so."

Three days of packing, stressing, and studying the names of all the purebloods in the school later, we were off. The Hogwarts Express.

"Crabbe, Goyle!" Draco had exclaimed as he took his seat. I had crammed myself and two of my friends into the car with them, and with a puff of steam and the loud noise of the whistle, we were off.

To Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.