I don't remember much about my childhood. All I know is that I never had a dad around for fourteen years.

It doesn't matter. I have dreams of seeing his face; like I actually knew what he looked like. I have visions of him when I see my mother, sitting at the Malfoy table like a guilty bitch. Which she was, by the way. She never told me about my father, and when I'd ask, she'd tell me he wasn't important. I closed my eyes and gripped my waist. My blankets were soft and I dreamt I was sitting at the Malfoy table…

I stared at my mother from across the table; her black hair bellowing around her. She had hair in her face and I fought the urge to fix it. I decided to stop looking at her and focus on Nemesis, my other aunt. My mom had three other sisters – Narcissa, Andromeda, and Nemesis – and they all were married. But Andromeda was killed for falling in love with a Muggle-born. I've always wondered if I was a half-blood, but if I was, my mother wouldn't be here.

See, Narcissa was married Lucius Malfoy, and they had a kid, my cousin. Draco Malfoy wasn't here – he was at his fourth year at some magic school. Hogwarts, I think it was called. I was supposed to go there four years ago, but my mother forbids me to. I've always thought I was Lucius's child too, but my mother talks about him more than my father.

Nemesis – she hasn't seen her husband in over fourteen years either. I have no idea who he is, but I fell out of my chair.

I opened my eyes and I was on my bedroom floor. Suddenly, my blanket fell over my face. I got up, realizing that MUST be a sign from my father. I grabbed my bag, stuffed my wand and any clothing I could handle (my hands were shaking) into it, and ran straight into someone. At first I thought it was my mother, but a male's voice said, "Going somewhere, are we?"

"No, I am. You're not."

"Where? I'll take you… I can't stand you anymore." It was Lucius Malfoy, I could tell.

"Thanks so much for that, and no, I don't. I can get there on my own." I ran out the door, remembering that Lucius had bought broomsticks. One was in his room, ready for emergencies. This was one.

I ran in his room and into his closet, kicking the compartment open, breaking the glass. I heard Narcissa scream but I grabbed the broom and ran out of the closet, out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and out the door. I kicked off of the broom and flew straight into the air.

I looked out into the sea, spotting a castle with lights on. I did decide to wait until it was dark to sneak in; I knew that during the day they were having classes. So, it was dark and I flew over the sea, on to the ground. A tree swung its branch and I flew into the sea. I knew something was going to happen. I got out of the water and looked at myself. I was muddy from falling, I was dirty, my black hair was around me, and I was in a pair of heeled boots and a shirt that was two sizes too small with black pants. I fingered my gloves.

Okay, so that covered the smelling, dirty, and muddy part that I was. But now, I was cold and wet, and my stomach and arms stung.

I turned, looking at a small hut about the size of a room. I walked towards it and knocked on the door. Suddenly, inside the castle, everything went black. Dinner was over, I assume. So, I walked behind the demon-tree and ran not-so quietly into the courtyard-type thing. I don't care if anyone could see me; I just wanted to get away from the lake. And the tree, that's for sure.

I watched as a blue light came three times and then a purple light. I heard complete silence.

I heard "Come forward!" yelled so I ran inside to see what was going on. I looked at the stairs that were in front of me and they were moving. I tried to climb up them, but they kept making me fall. I fell to the bottom, where I had started. "Oh, screw this…" I said, and screamed the freezing spell. The stairs stopped moving but they were creaking, almost like they were DYING to move.

I decided to move up the stairs, but heard two people talking. It was an older gentleman with a long haired boy next to him, saying, "I couldn't have, Professor! You know I couldn't have!" I immediately hid. I realized him from the spot. He kept talking. "Professor Dumbledore, there's no way!"

"You have to do it anyway." Dumbledore let go and walked up the stairs, staring right at me. He didn't notice me, or he did notice me, either one, and walked past.

"Hey, what are you doing here, trespasser?" I heard. It wasn't Potter's, or Dumbledore's. I turned to face a painting who was talking. I knew photographs moved, but never talked, much less paintings that complain.

"Shh… shut up!" I hissed, and Harry came around the corner. When he pulled out his wand, I scrambled to my feet, gripping my side where… My wand should've been.