Hero: From Enemy Blood.

A Harry Potter FanFiction

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Chapter one: The Girl

"You can't be serious," said a very shocked Draco Malfoy as he looked the girl, (who looked nothing like him), up and down wondering she could possibly be his sister. She was so…un-Malfoy-ish; it was weird to think that they had the same last name.

"Well I don't believe it either," said Lucius Malfoy, wearing the same expression as his son.

Nacarissa Malfoy was wearing a shocked expression as she looked from the letter in her hands to the 16-year-old girl standing in the foyer of the Malfoy Manor; a small suitcase in her hands.

Draco's stomach churned as he finally caught on. "Father, if you didn't know she existed, then who is the father?" It was weird to think of his mother cheating on his father.

Nacarissa didn't look at her husband, or at her son, but instead looked at her daughter and stammered, "I…I didn't know him," her voice cracked, "I was drunk." Nacarissa's voice growing steadily softer as tears started to overflow in her eyes.

"Oh god," said Lucius as he leaned harder on his cane. "Well then why isn't she with her father?"

Nacarissa was about to answer when the girl spoke.

"He's dead," she said, not the slightest bit sadness or sorrow in her voice as she looked around at all the paintings hanging in the foyer. Everyone looked at her, for this was the first time she said anything throughout the entire conversation. "Heart attack," she shrugged as she turned her head to them, then back to the painting she had been looking at.

"You don't have any other relatives, or

—he gulped—siblings?" Draco asked her.



"My aunt, but she doesn't have the money to care for me. So, save you, I don't have anyone. But that's fine with me everyone on my dad's side is so rude and boring. And they suck when it comes to raising children. Oh, this painting is simply stunning!"

After an awkward silence Nacarissa spoke. "What did he name you?" she whispered, barely audible.

"I'm sorry?" the girl asked turning toward Nacarissa.

"What did he name you?" Nacarissa asked in a distant tone, as if she was afraid to hear the answer.

"Melody. Melody Malfoy." Then seeing the confused look on Draco's face added "My father wanted me to have my mother's last name. Said he wanted me to have a last name that wasn't disgraced by scum."

Lucius mumbled something that got him a slap in the arm and a glare from his wife.

"Lucius, maybe we should continue this discussion in the kitchen. Draco, be a dear and show Melody to the den and entertain her for a while, will you?" said Nacarissa as she and her husband went into the kitchen and closed the heavy wood door behind her.

As soon as the door shut Melody went inside her suitcase and pulled out a small red change purse. She opened it up and pulled out a pair of extendable ears. Walking quietly to the door she very discreetly slid one end of the extendable ears under the door. Melody walked back the where Draco was standing and looked at him expectantly. When all he did was give her a blank stare she rolled her eyes and said "The den? You were supposed to show me to the den?"

"Oh, yeah, right this way." He said leading her through a doorway on her right into an elegantly decorated room with two dark green leather armchairs and a huge black couch that could sit fifteen people. Melody plopped into an armchair on her left and Draco took a seat across from her on the couch. She held up the other end of the extendable ear and whispered something Draco didn't catch. The string split into two and Melody soundlessly handed him one end and put the other in her own ear.

"She can't stay here Nacarissa!" shouted Lucius.

"Well we send her out in the streets…No! Lucius! I can't believe you would even think that! She's my daughter and I'm the only family she's got left. It's not like we don't have the space, and money isn't a problem, so why not? The letter her aunt wrote said she spent 5 years at Bouxbatons, so we can just enroll her at Hogwarts. I'll find a way make it work. But I'm not just going to abandon her and forget she existed!"



Silence.

Melody took her end out of her ear and Draco followed suit. She held up her hand and the other end flew into her hand. She wrapped the string up with a rubber band and put it back in her change purse.

"Where's your wand?" Draco asked. She didn't even seem to have one, but yet she could do spells.

"A wand? Why would I need that for something as simple as a summoning charm?" Then her expression changed from amusement to worry as she said,"Why? Can most witches and wizards not do that?"

"Oh, yeah, we learn that stuff before we learn how to fly a broom," Draco said like he actually knew what he was talking about. But the truth was Draco didn't know if that was normal because he couldn't do it.

Melody seemed to know this but simply raised an eyebrow and didn't press the matter further. Instead she said "Ooh, I love flying!" she told him gazing out the window. "When I lived with my father, I used to take his broom down from the shelf and ride it when he wasn't home. He didn't allow me to fly, or do much of anything really. Repeatedly told me he'd wanted a son, not a daughter, and that I wasn't to pretend I was. He said that only men should play sports, and that women should stick to cooking and cleaning. He was completely wrong of course." Melody said sneaking a side glance at Draco.

"I agree," said Draco. "With you, not your father." he added when her eyes narrowed.

She smiled at him just as her mother and Lucius walked into the room.

"Melody dear, grab your bag, I'll show you to your room." said Nacarissa sounding exhausted as she made her way to the bottom of the steps and waited for Melody to catch up.

Draco could see Melody try to hide the smile that was slowly creeping onto her face as she nodded at Draco as grabbed her suitcase, thanked Lucius, and followed her mother up the stairs to the room she was staying in. Her room. Melody could hardly believe her luck. When she was all unpacked Melody got on a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt and climbed into bed. Knowing that she was here, she was safe, and no one knew her secret was enough lull herself to sleep.

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The end of chapter one! Review!