Alya Cissa Malfoy is Draco's little sister. Her birth comes as a complete surprise to her family, but there is more to her than meets the eye. Follow her as she figures out just how special she really is.
I don't own Harry Potter, except my two OCs, Alya and Caroline. My friend owns her own OC (Lilith) in this story as well.
The plot has changed dramatically from the original story. There are gay couples, mpreg later on and Dumbledore!bashing. Don't like, don't read.
This is the short beginning as Alya watches her brother attend Hogwarts for the first time, hoping she will be able to join him next year.
My blonde hair fell down around my shoulders as I released it from the ponytail holder containing it on the top of my head. My mother then moved her hand to fix it, straightening it out and laying it around my back and chest. My eleven year old brother Draco was just a few steps ahead of us with our father, who were whispering quietly to each other. Draco was the only one out of the four of us with short hair. It surprised me why that was, but I didn't question my parents nor my brother.
Out of the two children, Draco was my father's favorite and I was my mother's. I think Draco resented that fact, considering he wanted to be his momma's boy. I was a year younger than Draco and I would hopefully be receiving my Hogwarts letter next. I say 'hopefully' because my mother fears I am a Squib and my dad suspects it and it will give him another excuse to hate me. I haven't had a single spark of magic, which I was supposed to be able to do when I turned seven.
We were currently in Diagon Alley, because my brother had just now received his letter allowing him to attend Hogwarts. My father took Draco off to get his supplies. My mother hurried up, dragging me along with her. A large family with red-hair quickly passed us, the mother shouting instructions to her children.
"Weasleys," my mother hissed under her breath as I watched them go. I knew about the Weasleys. They were blood traitors because they loved Muggles so much. They bred like rabbits and were all redheads. They paid us no attention, not realizing we were Malfoys.
The rest of the day was spent shopping for Draco's school supplies and robes. Then came the part I was most excited to watch. My brother was going to choose his wand. My father pushed open the door to Ollivanders Wand Shop, leading us inside. Mr. Ollivander was sitting at his desk writing down something on a piece of parchment when we entered. He looked up at smiled at us.
"Ah, the Malfoys! Welcome, welcome! Which one is receiving the wand?"
"I am," Draco replied. He nodded and headed back behind his desk. He brought forward a wand box and handed it to Draco. He smirked and pulled it from the box, swishing it. Nothing happened. He wasn't smirking anymore and put the wand back.
"This better not take forever," he said.
It did end up taking forever, disappointing all of us. My father was getting seriously annoyed. My mother had put down all of Draco's bags before her arms would start to ache. I was bouncing between my feet, getting annoyed and impatient.
"Come on, we really don't have all day to search for a wand for Draco," my father snapped. Mr. Ollivander finally gave Draco a wand and a spark emitted from the tip of the wand. Draco sighed in relief.
"That is a 10" Hawthorn wood with a unicorn core. Miss Malfoy will not have as much trouble as her elder brother," Mr. Ollivander replied softly, eyeing me carefully. I blinked in confusion. What was he trying to say? Would I really attend Hogwarts and become a witch? I hoped Mr. Ollivander wasn't pulling my leg. My father paid for the wand and we traveled back home.
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Draco pushed his cart forward with his school supplies. My mother held onto me as we walked through the train station. We reached the destination and my brother ran through the wall, immediately followed by my father. My mother kept a hold on me as we ran together through the wall. I blinked and my eyes widened slightly as I caught sight of the Hogwarts Express. A deep red train sat on the tracks with a light trail of smoke lining the ceiling.
"Now, Draco, remember, I will send you treats and presents periodically through the year," our mother cooed, kissing his forward. He frowned and whined.
"Mother! Not here in front of everybody!" She chuckled and smiled.
"And since you are coming home for Christmas, we will see you then."
"Bye Draco," I replied, giving him a quick hug. "It will be quiet around the manor without you." He nodded and looked between the three of us.
"I will see you all at Christmas."
"We will write to you, Draco!" Mother called as Draco gathered up his stuff to find a compartment. I knew he already knew some of his fellow classmates, Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe. Their fathers were associated with our father, so it only made sense. We didn't have to discuss which House Draco would be sorted into. We already knew he would be in Slytherin without hesitation. Uncle Severus Snape would also keep contact with my father about Draco's year. I overheard them talking about it last week. It was nice, but hard to have our uncle be a teacher at Hogwarts. I smirked. Uncle Severus loved to spoil the both of us, so I knew he would keep doing it even at school, praising Draco's work.