I own only unrecognize characters, the rest belong to J.K. Rowling.

Author: Hello all. Feel free to leave comment and i would be so happy if someone can fix my grammar.

i have the whole story on my head so i won't change the story line. I love Malfoy family and Slytherin. My character is not perfect. It is not a rumour that people always hate Slytherin. So do not expect for a happy-go-lucky honest girl here.

have fun reading.

Chapter 1: Diagon Alley

Author: Milkycat147

By this time every year, Diagon Alley was always crowded. All the witches and wizards would come here to buy school supplies for their children.

The road was full of people who wore cloaks but it was too easy for Marianna to notice muggles and their soon-to-be-witch or wizard kids. Her eyebrows slightly frowned, she was disgusted by their curious reactions. 'Uncle Lucius is right' She thought, they should not let muggles enter their world and Dumbledore did a great job welcome them to Hogwarts.

But despite of the hatred, she tried to keep her facial expression looked normal. The Dechaprode was well-known for being kind and generous. She was taught not to ruin that image.

Marianna walked to north of Diagon Alley. She caught a sight of a white-blond haired boy in front of Madam Malkin's Robes shop. The boy too, noticed her as well, he spoke with surprised and eager in his voice, "Gem, you are here! Are you finding me? Father did not tell me you are coming."

Marianna could not help but smile, she came to the boy. He was in white shirt and black trouser. She fixed his collar and first button of his shirt. They were at same height. The boy seemed to be annoyed but stood still for her to do whatever she wanted to. He sure was happy to see her here, he was not even try to hide his excitement, "Father is buying my books and mother's up the street looking at wands. I'll check my uniform and then I'm going to drag them off to take at racing brooms." He reached his pocket and gave out a diamond-like candy, and then, he stopped, hesitatingly asked again, "Are you coming with me?"

Marianna received the candy, softly hold his hand in return as they walked into Madam Malkin's, "I'm afraid I don't have much time today…"

The boy lowered his eyes in disappointed, "You're always busy. We haven't seen each other much this year."

Marianna looked directly at the boy's grey eyes to comfort him, "Don't worry, I'll have more time when the school starts." She hoped, "But I can go with you to the next shop."

They entered Madam Malkin's, the boy did not have chance to continue. She approached right away, smiled at them, "Hogwarts, dear?" Madam Malkin was a squat, she worn mauve witch's cloak which was not fitted Marianna's likes. Marianna would never wear that color.

A fake smile quickly appeared on her face, as if she was so use to it, she nodded slightly, spoke for both of them, "Yes. Two of us, please." Her voice was not showing any emotion, Madam Malkin stopped for a second, the woman decided to keep silent, forced a smile on her face, she then led both of them to the footstool. Madam Malkin knew that polite smile which saying she should not open her mouth again. That was an every-one-know-it rule between the lower class and the noble.

After the accident which took away Mr and Mrs Dechaprode's lives several years ago, the Dechaprode could not compare to before but their place in the social was still untouchable.

Madam Malkin and another witch started to measure two kids their black robes. The boy was the only one that did not notice the pressure atmosphere or maybe he just did not care. He continued, "Next shop? You mean Broomstix? I don't see why first years can't have their own. I think I'll bully father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow."

Marianna let the witch put a long robe on her, was not changed her expression but her voice was much gentle compare to earlier, "No, we are going to Ollivanders."

"Why? Do you need a wand?" The boy raised his voice to say a low-tone-question, was not too happy about the information.

Marianna calmly answered, "No, but you need one."

"But mother has already there to look for my wand!" The boy was not agreed to her idea.

"You need to do it, yourself." The witch went inside to find something, Marianna found a chance to look at the boy, fixed his clothes again, "It's necessary." She added.

For a moment he had frowned his face and looked annoyed but he decided not to argue and say something else in return, "Father told me you'd be in Slytherin too. All the Dechaprode go to Slytherin. And so does the Malfoy, but I think you may also be chosen by Ravenclaw since you are so intelligent." He was not happy when he said so, he wanted her to stay in the same House with him, "You should stay in Slytherin with me anyways."

The witch came back and finished measuring. Marianna slowly stepped down the footstool. She looked at the little Malfoy, confirmed, knowing he would want her answer, "Yes, Draco, I'll be in Slytherin."

Draco Malfoy was satisfied, he then commented about her appearance, "That black robe suits you well, by the way."

Marianna was wearing a white dress, the contrast of two colors put out her fair skin and silvery blond hair.

Marianna smirked at his compliment, she teased, "As if you can find anything doesn't 'suits me well'."

He was about to say something when a strange boy went into the shop. Madam Malkin sighed a relief and left the job for the other witch to great the new comer herself.

Draco raised his eyebrows bored into the new boy, he did not like to be interrupted, his voice was not as nice as before, but still try to be polite, as the new comer could be his school-mate, "Hello, Hogwarts, too?"

"Yes." The scrawny, black-haired, bespectacled boy answered.

Marianna took one look at the boy, was not someone she knew but still, she nodded her head politely at the boy. An uncomfortable feeling approached her as he looked like a muggle.

The boy blushed and tried to say hello.

Marianna was not too interesting, if not to say, was not at all. She tried to ignore him and her own feeling. She turned to look around and found a real nice silky gloves on the shelves.

"I can't believe Hogwarts doesn't let us bring our own broom. Have you got your own broom?" he drawled. Marianna took a peek at Draco, he was bored but he had to be nice. It was written on his face. Marianna could not help but smile, her little Draco had never known how to hide his emotion.

The new comer noticed that too, Marianna knew he was not enjoyed the conversation, neither of them did.

"No," The new boy answered.

"Play Quidditch at all?"

"No," He answered again, a sign of confuse appeared on his face.

"I do - Father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my house, and I must say, I agree." Draco continued then turned to Marianna, "Do you like that gloves? Let's buy it and get the wand then, maybe, we still have several minutes to look at the new Nimbus 2000."

Marianna liked the silky feeling of it, however, she put the gloves back before one last touch, "You know I can't wear it."

Madam Malkin's was not as bad as she thought. Her family had tailor, she went here because it was the only place allowed to sell Hogwarts's uniform.

"Because none of the Dachaprode does? But Gemmie, you can wear whatever you like." The boy insisted. Marianna gave a small smirk, "I doubt about that."

She grabbed the small white money pouch on her right wrist but Draco left the money before she did. He took her arm and dragged her out of the store while complained, "Since when did you have to pay when you are with me?"

They didn't stop by the Flourish and Blotts to see Mr Malfoy but went straight to Ollivanders.

Narcissa Malfoy seemed displeased. She was wearing an elegant grey dress with a designed vintage hat on her head.

"Aunt Cissa." Marianna said to the women.

"Mother." Draco spoke, let go of her hand, they both breathed heavily due to running.

"Mariann," Narcissa relieved her expression, she hugged the little girl, "How have you been?" She asked and looked at her son, "You shouldn't have run." She could not yell at her own son. Narcissa was about to use her own handkerchief as usual but then she realized where they were so she whispered a spell to clean their sweat instead.

"He was eager to have his first wand, aunt Cissa." Marianna enjoyed her caring.

" , 10" long, made of hawthorn wood, and had a unicorn hair core. Reasonably pliant." An old man handed Narcissa a wand, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop. He must be Ollivander.

"Thank you." Narcissa said politely, she sure was pleased with the new wand, she turned to her son, "Draco, give it a try."

Draco received the wand, waved a little. A gently shining flow surrounded him, messed up his hair.

Narcissa hugged him before she whispered another spell to fix his hair, "Well done, Draco."

"Why is mother so happy about it? It's not even anything near to The Elder Wand." He mumbled to Marianna. She could tell he liked the wand by the way he held it. He just did not mean what he meant.

"Hawthorn is very hard to master, it can only be used by talented wizard. It developed contradictory spells. Unicorn tail hair produce the most consistent magic, least subject to fluctuations and blockages and most faithful to its user." Marianna was happy for her friend, "You are wonderful as always, Draco."

"You must be daughter of Inessa Bletchley and Egbert Dechaprode, It's rare to see a Dachaprode here." spoke, interrupted them. The old man pulled out a box of wand, "I remember selling wand to your mother Inessa when she at your age, and your father in his early 17."

"But the Dachaprode have their own wand…" Marianna raised her voice disagreed, had been long since anyone spoke about her parent in front of her.

"I know, dear." replied, gave out the wand on the box in his hand, "13 inches, Pine wood and Thunderbird tail feather. Mysterious and powerful."

Marianna stopped for a second, 'Pine, enjoy being used creatively, adapt unprotestingly to new methods and spells'. Without thinking, she received the wand and waved. She could see a beautiful shiny flow came out of the wand.

"It wants her" Marianna thought and more important, there was a voice in her head kept saying she wanted it too.

Marianna hesitated, she was not supposed to buy one nor use any but from The Dachaprode.

"Mariann, honey, you can keep it." Narcissa spoke as watching the girl's expression, "It's not easy to find a perfect wand and I'm sure…" She looked at while continue the sentence "All of us can keep it as our little secret."

"I find no reason to tell anyone." said.

"As if didn't ask you to not talk about his visit." Draco smirked, he did not show any respect to the old wizard.

"Draco." Narcissa slightly yelled at her son and gave out 20 Golden Galleons to Ollivander, "I believe you'll keep your words. This is your payment…"

"No, aunt Cissa. I will not buy it." Marianna suddenly interrupted, she handed the wand back, gently smiled at , "Thank you, anyway."

She walked out of the shop while waiting for the two finished their shopping. Draco went to her, there was a mischief look on his face.

As the same time, another white-blond feature came, it was Lucius Malfoy.

"Little Mariann." Lucius greeted, was not surprised to see her, "I figure out you'd be here, by seeing your grandfather, at the bookstore."

Marianna's eyes opened widely, her grandfather supposed to be at Gringotts Wizarding Bank, she took a quick peek at a pocket watch chain on her wrist, "Oh no, aunt Cissa, uncle Lucius, I think I should have going."

"Don't worry dear, take your time." Lucius comforted her, "He needs some times to find what he is looking for. Do you want to go to King's Cross station with us on September 1?"

"Really? Uncle Lucius? Can I?" Marianna could not hide her feeling.

"Yes. I have your grandfather's permission." Lucius said as Narcissa held his arm. They both smiled at her.

Marianna smiled happily at the family before leaving.

The Malfoy had always been nice to her. She first met them at her parent's funeral. Narcissa was best friend of her mother and Lucius was a close friend to her father.

She used to stay with them when her grandfather took care of the family's business.

Even though they always tried not to show any emotion in public but Marianna knew they cared for her, as much as they cared for their son.

Draco. She remembered having him stayed with her for several months until she really talked to him. He was a sweet boy. Marianna actually considered him as both brother and friend, a same age brother despite of the fact that she was younger than him.

Draco hated that thought of her, however, he was, like his parent, protective over her.

She rushed along the road. It was crowded today. All the students around England came to Diagon Alley to buy books and other equipment. She found her grandfather, Edgard Dechaprode, at Amanuensis Quills, right next to Madam Malkin's.

"You are late." Edgard Dechaprode said, was not pleased but he did not say anything further, something was bothered him.

"I'm sorry, grandfather. I met the Malfoy earlier so I stayed a little longer." Marianna apologized, she grabbed her own hand, her right thumb was touching her left palm.

"Stop doing that. It's a sigh of nervous." Edgard Dechaprode's eyebrows drawn together.

"I'm sorry, grandfather." Marianna put her arm straighten along her body, she looked directly ahead.

Edgard Dechaprode left his hand on Marianna's shoulder. They apparated back their house.

"That Hogwarts's gate keeper, Rubeus Hagrid, was at the bank with a child, who is called 'Harry'."

"Harry? As in Harry Potter, the boy who lived?" Marianna's eyebrows lifted.

Edgard Dechaprode did not answer her question, he continued, "Dumbledore must be up to something. Maybe that half-blood is coming back." The old man paused, staring at her, "You don't need me to tell you what to do, right, Marianna?"

Marianna tried not to lowered her eyes, "Yes, grandfather. The Dechaprode is not on anyone's side."

Edgard Dechaprode noticed something in her eyes. He sighed, patted her head gently, he softer his voice, "I know you're trying your best. But you have to grow up, Mariann." It was like he let down his guard, showed her his weakness.

"Yes, grandfather." Marianna smiled sadly, she reached out for his hand, "Don't worry."

Edgard Dechaprode put a small smile on his face, he looked tired, "The Malfoy...you can help them…but that's it. We are not relating to it any deeper."

He said before he gave Marianna a box and left the room.

Marianna stood there for a while.

'Harry Potter, the boy who lived is here' she thought, 'That half-blood, he said…Then, it means you-know-who is back."