It was a dreary looking day in Diagon Alley. Nevertheless, it was still a semi-happy one. I stood with Draco, my brother, outside the book store. I could tell some of my fellow students from Hogwarts who were passing by were scowling. Due to his temperament, Draco had made a lot of enemies in only one year. It was mostly because he dared challenge Potter. The Potter. The boy who lived himself. I couldn't help but love him, he was my brother for crying out loud, but his reputation had affected mine. "You ready to go back to 'ogwarts?" I asked him.

"Yes, of course I am, Vyds," he replied.

"You sure? It sure doesn't entirely sound that way."

"Course I'm sure. Well I'm off to make fun of some filthy mudbloods."

"Draco, don't feel offended by this, but wouldn't it be better to be nice to 'em, instead of telling them they're worthless? You know just as well as I do that they have feelings."

"You don't get it, do you? They don't deserve to be anywhere at all like Hogwarts."

"Well, meet me here in about an hour. We do not want to miss the train." I said. With that, Draco turned and headed speedily down Diagon Alley. I turned around and headed into the book store. I walked towards the back of the shop, where the most interesting books, in my opinion, were, and turned down an isle towards the books on Parseltongue. It was a subject most didn't like venturing into, but I personally found it invigorating. After leafing through a book for a bit, I found it to my liking and headed back towards the cashier. As I turned around the corner, I accidentally bumped into two people. I looked up to see two gingers that looked very similar - Fred and George Weasley, the pranksters of Gryffindor. I might have known who they were, but I knew they probably didn't know me. And, I soon learned, that my guess was correct. "'Ello there, sorry," muttered one. "Really didn't see ya there," said the other.

"It's okay," I said. I was used to being invisible. They both looked at me then finally said in unison, "You going to Hogwarts?"

"Yes, I am" I replied.

"You a first year? I don't think I've ever seen you before." said one.

"Course she's a first year, Fred," said the other. Now I knew which one was which. "Actually, I'm not a first year. At least not anymore. I'm now, well, as soon as classes start, officially a second."

"Hmm...that doesn't exactly explain how we don't know who you are at least." said Fred.

"Fred, she's way younger than us, it makes sense that we've never met her." said George.

"What George just said is true. Well I guess..." i trailed off.

"How did you know my name?" asked George.

"I'm psychic."

"Really?" asked George.

"Nah, it's just that you two have quite a reputation."

"Back to the whole we don't know who you are thing." said Fred. "What do you mean by 'I guess'?"

"Well, strangely enough, I'm a Gryffindor, and things like 'who's who' get around."

"Well might I say, you have quite the advantage," said George, "you know our names, but we don't know yours."

"You really want to know my name?" I asked them, a little scared.

"Yes!" they exclaimed in unison.

"Whatever you do don't judge me," I said, glaring.

"Got it!" they chimed.

"Well then, gentlemen. My name is Vydia Malfoy, twin sister of Draco Malfoy, sole disappointment to all Malfoys."

"You, a Malfoy?" asked Fred. "I don't see it."

"How do you live with Draco?" asked George. "My little brother Ron says he's a villain."

"Well, when someone's your brother, you see the best and the worst in them. Also, I don't really have many friends 'cause of his reputation, so he's kinda like the only person I have to talk to."

"Well, Miss Malfoy," said George.

"You can add two more people to your list of friends, and after we get you to talk to other people besides that git, I am sure many others." finished Fred.

"Thanks for not judging a book by its cover." I said. "Anywho, I have to leave. Nice talking to you."

"See ya around," they said. I walked back to the front of the store, paid for the book, and walked out to find Draco waiting for me. "What took you so long?" he asked, half yelling.

"Making new friends," I said, smirking.

"Friends? Well now, who are they?"

"I'm not telling you."

"Aw, come on sis."

"Well, I'll let ya guess."

"Give me a clue." Draco whined.

"Gingers, older than us, poor..." I trailed off.

"WEASLEYS! Are you out of your bloody mind?!"

"No, I am not."

"Oh, you're gonna have it when I tell father..."

"You aren't going to tell father."

"Why not?"

"Because if you do, you will find yourself in a hole that no one can get you out of."

"Ugh..." Draco moaned. We walked off to find our father, Lucius Malfoy, and then headed to Platform 9 and 3/4. When we got on board Hogwarts Express, Draco and I went our separate ways. Draco went off to find Crabbe and Goyle, two of his fellow Slytherins, who were complete airheads if you ask me. I went off to the last car for a journey of solitude, or so I thought.