Draco's Sister
I am Draco Malfoy, pure blood son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. I had blonde hair like both my parents and blue eyes like my mum. Son of death eaters, nephew of the psychotic Bellatrix Lestrange; who tortured Frank and Alice Longbottom. I am an only child; at least I thought I was until my parents told me otherwise. I had been doing homework in my private study when my mum and dad walked in. My mum said this, "Draco, eleven years ago, I had become pregnant and had a baby-," I just had to interrupt. "How could I not have known?!" I yelled outraged. My mother continues, "I placed a charm on myself so no one would know, not even you. Besides you were only two." She gave me time to ask questions, "Where is the baby? Was it a boy or a girl? What was its name?" my mum laughs, "Darling it was a girl, your sister will be arriving for dinner; you don't need to know where she was. And finally her name is Violet." I sit there in stunned silence, I had a sister I didn't know about and they are just telling me now; how could they? I could tell I had a hurt expression on my face because my mother came over and hugged me, whispering consoling words in my ear. "Is she really coming home?" I ask my father, he laughs "yes she will be here in twenty minutes." I nod my head against my mother's shoulder; I look at both of them when my mother finally pulls away, "then I guess I will have to go get ready." Their laughs follow me up the giant staircase.
So there I was, dressed up in my black tux with green cufflinks and tie. My mother was in an emerald green dress, and my dad was in a matching tux; and we were waiting. We hear a carriage come to a halt outside our foyers doors and some horses whinny. We can hear two sets of footsteps on the driveway's gravel; one pair is definitely a man's crunching heavily while the other is softer and lighter. Two house elves open the manor's doors and a man in black with short cropped brown hair walks in; he calls out "Introducing Miss Violet Malfoy, age eleven." A girl definitely eleven walks in in a lavender coloured dress, her hair is blonder than mine and her eyes are purple. Her skin is paler than mine and she is quite pretty for an eleven year old. She glances nervously around at both my—our parents and then at me. She looks back at them and she speaks in a voice that sounds like tinkling bells, "Mum? Dad?" they both nod speechless and my mother and father walks swiftly forward to hug her daughter. I shuffle my feet nervously not knowing what to do, Violet looks at me with my trademark smirk and says "well big brother, aren't you going to give me a hug?" I grin, walk over to her and put my arm around her. "Welcome home little sister, welcome home." I whisper in her ear.
Two weeks later….
The Hogwarts express will be leaving soon so my sister and I run to go through to the platform. I take her hand and pull her through to the platform; father had sent ahead our bags so they would be loaded on early and we wouldn't have to worry about them. When we first step out onto the platform I can see Potty and Weasel with Granger with the other Weasley's, "Never talk to them VI," she nods her head; after that I look for my friends Crabbe, Goyle and Zabini to introduce them to Violet. We find them after the train leaves as we look for a compartment. When we find them Zabini says "Eh Malfoy, where ya been? Who's the girl, a first year?" I glower at him and tell them the truth "guy's this is my sister, Violet; and yes this is her first year." Violet blushes and waves to them; I motion to her to take a seat beside me after I sit down. She looks at her lap the whole way to Hogwarts, not saying a word. We get to Hogwarts and like every year that big oaf Hagrid calls to all first years to follow him, Violet looks at me to make sure it's alright and I nod. I have never had anyone look at me with such respect before, it was awesome. I watch her as she walks away and I join my crew in a carriage when she is out of sight. The whole way to Hogwarts I can't help but worry about my sister. She had never been anywhere near as quiet at home than on the train and she had never been around so many people as she would be after today. By the time we arrived at the school, my worry level had risen dramatically. I ran to my seat at the Slytherin table to wait for my sister, and then when she walked in I realized that she still had the sorting to do. What would people think if she didn't end up in Slytherin? What would mother and father think? They call people up and people get sorted, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Slytherin, but I don't really pay attention. Then Professor McGonagall calls her up, "Violet Malfoy." The room goes dead silent, then as one the hall turns from Violet to me. Before anyone can say anything though McGonagall places the sorting hat on her head and the hat is either silent or muttering for a really long time. Then after literally seven minutes the hat yells…
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