Outcasted

Summary: What if Draco had, had two more siblings, both older than him, a sister who loved him, and a late brother who had almost taken over where He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named left off. What if Draco's evil attitude was an act, to protect him and his sister from Lucius, who was abusive. What if the sister had been sorted into Gryffindor and because of her brother none of the Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, would talk to her and because of her sorting none of the Slytherins would. Would she survive school and how does a certain red-headed twin ever fit into this?

Camelopardalis: Means Giraffe- Pronounced cuh-MEL-oh-PAR-duh-liss
Camela: cuh-MEL-ah

Year One: The First Day

Draco was not allowed to come to the train station and see me off. Father didn't want us to create a scene and a bad image by hugging good bye. Wouldn't want his friends to think his children had hearts that would be horrible, he'd be kicked out of the worst parents club for sure. Too bad, that membership was non-refundable. Now don't get me wrong, I don't hate my whole family, I love Draco, and I know mother only allowed him to do these things because of fear, Father was abusive and cruel, attacking anything against him, and Perseus was a horrible person turned that way by father, or he had been before his ambitions had killed him.

"Draco, I'm leaving." I whispered to my ten year-year-old brother before getting ready to head off to my new school.

He sat up sleepily and hugged me, "No! You can't leave, stay with me. You're the only reason I haven't ran off to live with muggles."

"Dray… Calm down. I swear I'll visit on Christmas and I'll write often. Promise to lay low and try not to let Father hurt you. I won't be here and I'd feel awful if I couldn't do anything to help you." I grabbed his hand getting ready to stand up and leave.

"I promise. As long as you write me every day, so I know there is still a reason to not run."

Grabbing his pinky like the muggle children we had seen we shook on it. "I love you Dray, be careful." And with that, I left my best friend in a place where I knew he wasn't safe.

"By, Camela." I heard him whisper as I walked away, I felt the silent tear run down my cheek.

"Dobby!" Our house elf appeared in front of me, smiling in relief I'd been the one to call him, "You be careful, too. Watch out for Draco."

He nodded his eyes bugging out, and filling with tears as his ears flopped around his face in a way that made him look ridiculous. "Yes, Miss Camelopardalis."

"Please, Camela. Don't call me that atrocious name."

"Yes, Miss Camelop- Camela." And with a pop, he was gone.

Then the calm, silence of my farewells was shattered, "Girl! Get down here! We will be heading off soon." I scrambled down the stairs.

"Father, I am ready." I bowed my head inspecting the floor to hide my tears, but my voice cracked giving me away.

I saw his hand raise out of the corner of my eyes, "Useless girl, you will let others see your tears and think you weak? A Slytherin doesn't cry!" And then it his hand came crashing down, striking me in the stomach, where it would not be noticeable while in public.

"I apologize, Father." I told him, emotionlessly and robotically, but he didn't care about me, just my obedience.

We were soon standing on the landing of the Hogwarts Express, "Goodbye, Father." He just nodded at me and motioned for me to leave.

I boarded the train to hunt down a seat, looking at the clear glass doors leading into small compartments and for the first time in a while, I had been dreaming of this place since… since he had gone off to Hogwarts. I had imagined the school, the train, the trolley lady with her array of snacks and the lake. I could picture in my mind the Great Hall, and the students bustling in the halls. I reached a compartment with only two boys in it, "Excuse me, but may I sit with you?"

"Sure, we're Fred and George Weasley." I now realized they were identical twins.

Smiling I extended my hand, "Camelopardalis Malfoy, but I go by Camela." They didn't reach their hands out in return, just looked at me coldly.

"Are you related to Perseus Malfoy?" The one who hadn't spoke first asked, rather rudely I might add.

Giving him a look, "Yes, but it doesn't matter-"

"It doesn't matter! All those people he killed, all those lives he destroyed, of course it matters." He spit the word matters at me, and then with an evil look, "Actually you can't sit here, go find some Slytherins to sit with." Without a word, I collected my bags and left. I walked until I found a small, but empty compartment. Dropping my stuff I stared out my window to see the train was now moving.

Closing my eyes I fell asleep, I woke up to a knocking at my door. "Dear, we should be arriving at school shortly I suggest you should change quick." I smiled my thanks and pulled the curtain over the door pulling on my robes.

The train jerked to a stop about a minute after, and a whistle blew announcing we could get off. I lugged my things behind me, and on my way to where the large, smiley man was directing us I noticed the twins pointing me out with a foul look on their faces, to several students. We were instructed to board the boats and I luckily got stuck with the twins and their friends. They accidently knocked me flying into the water, and even though they didn't know I can't swim it still pissed me off.

Smiley Giant heaved me out of the water and gave me his jacket which dragged on the floor. Brushing my now soggy, blonde hair from my face, I blinked the water and tears from my eyes as I tried to clear my lungs. "Thank you-" I trailed off unsure of what to say, now that I could talk (and breath) again.

"Hagrid. I'm the Keeper o' the Keys here at Hogwarts." He told me in a friendly way, that I was not very used to.

"Camela Malfoy. Thank you for saving me, I can't swim." I said the last part so the boat besides us, which was carrying the twins, could hear me. I watched as they exchanged guilty looks.

"Malfoy, ya say?" He asked, with shock. I nodded.

We then stuck land and exited the boats, following a path up to the castle to be greeted by a strict looking woman I expected was Professor McGonagall. "First years, line up against the wall. The Sorting Hat will decide what house you go to. As she spoke, a grubby, cranky looking man carried a ratty, faded hat down the aisle. She began to call out names, then she called out, "Malfoy, Camelopardalis." A whisper ran through the hall, glares from three tables, grins from one. I swallowed and walked up to the stool .

Ah… A Malfoy, but wait. You don't belong in Slytherin. I'd say-

Wait, could you do me a favor? Please

I don't let students choose houses to please mum or dad

No, my brother. My Father doesn't expect much of me, but my brother is his only remaining son and he'll have to do. He'll kill him if he's not in Slytherin swear to me you'll put him in Slytherin.

You have a good heart, I swear

Thank you

"Gryffindor!" The hat shrieked. I opened my eyes, having never realized how tightly I was squeezing them shut. The whole hall looked dumbfounded, the Gryffindors angry, Hufflepuffs confused, Ravenclaws scandalized and Slytherins shocked and angry. As I slowly stood up, the whispers began, the Gryffindors simultaneously scooted together so I couldn't sit near anyone. I walked completely to the end of the table several feet from the other students and sat down. McGonagall, looked at me for a moment longer, then called out the next name. The Weasley's and their friend from the boat got into Gryffindor and then the feast began.

Food piled onto silver trays, and ghosts began popping up shocking many people. One drifted over to me, but she didn't look like a Gryffindor. "Hello, I'm the Grey Lady ghost of Ravenclaw."

I smiled, "Camelopardalis Malfoy."

She laid a hand on my shoulder, "Why are you all alone."

"I've lived a long enough life, to know when I'm not wanted. To know when I'm hated even." I told her with a grim smile and fake laugh.

"So where is your name from." She asked obviously feeling a tense subject.

"Giraffe." I told her bluntly, sick of my name. I stopped to look down at the table where everyone else was laughing. The twins were also talking to a ghost, but it appeared to be a more cheerful topic.

"So where is your name, the Grey Lady, from?" I inquired.

She sighed, "I'm often quiet and sad, I just appear Grey I suppose. Well, I must drift away to the Ravenclaws or it will appear I jumped houses." I nodded and turned to the food, slowly poking at it moving it on my plate, but not really eating it.

Dumbledore stood up and waved the food away, "Well, students. All I have to say is a few words, pumpernickel, bubble, elephants. Now off to bed with you all, for tomorrow you learn."

Sighing I followed the crowd of Gryffindor first years, and hurried into the common room. I grabbed parchment and a quill to recount the days events to Draco.

Draco,

I hope father isn't treating you to horribly. He had to refrain from striking me today, and I worry he took it out on you. Please remember your promise. I asked the Sorting Hat to put you in Slytherin and will explain that in person, it can't be told through a letter.

Everyone here hates me. I got put into Gryffindor, and they all think I'm like Perseus. These two boys kicked me out of the compartment after I told them who I was. They also pushed me into the lake, I' okay though so don't worry. The Keeper of Keys at Hogwarts, or that's how he introduced himself, saved me. His name was Hagrid and he has to be part giant, no joke.

Wishing you the best. Say hello to Dobby for me.

Avoid Father at all costs

Love
With Hugs, Kisses and Worries
Your Sister

Camela

Carefully releasing my owl I gave her the letter, "Meg, give this letter to Dray if Father tries to take it attack, Draco or Dobby only. Understand?" Patting her wing, I opened the window and watched her fly for a second, before her jet black feathers blended into the night sky.

When I reached my room, my things had been thrown into the hall, a note on the door. Sleep out there, you aren't wanted. Angelina, Alicia and Maria. Sighing I pulled out all my clothes and made a bed, taking my hat I stuffed my robes into it and made a pillow, then I dragged out the blanket Dobby had packed me. Lastly I carefully took my teddy and fell asleep.

This was going to be a long year.