A/N: Just so you know, I've never written a Harry Potter fic before and it's only my second attempt at a fic ever... So please bear with me. This is a Draco/Original character fic, but The Golden Trio do come into play. So here comes the first chapter of Blood and Misconceptions.

Disclaimer: I'm only sayin' this once so listen up and listen good; I don't own Harry Potter, anything you recognize is not mine but J.K. Rowling's. The plot is my own thank you very much, and if it is similar to anyone else's I'm terribly sorry for the coincidence.

It was an unbelievably stormy night, the night this tale starts. It was an odd storm too considering the fact that it was the middle of July in Britain. The wind was howling and blowing with the ferocity of a hurricane, no one in their right mind would be out in this weather. As the lightning crashes down to the earth, we see someone who is evidently not in their right mind, but as soon we see them, the flash is over and they are submersed into blackness again. But not total blackness. Ahead there are many well lit windows of an apparently huge castle. This person makes their way into the monstrous and very ancient building without making a single sound, their black cloak fluttering out behind them silently. Without once taking a single glance at anything around them they march quietly into one of the many halls and stop before two stone Gargoyles. Here the cloaked person pauses, and strokes their chin thoughfully.

"Jolly Rancher." The person, whose voice is decidedly female, says smoothly. It would send shivers up your back if you could have heard it. The Gargoyles spring to life suddenly revealing a winding, moving staircase. Without a moment's hesitation the woman steps forward and allows the staircase to bring her to her final destination, Albus Dumbledore's office. She knocks once and walks in, and there he sits with that ever serene smile on his gentle, wizened face.

"Ah, Miss Rainsborough. Please come in, have a seat." He says benignly, and she complies, "What can I do for you this evening? Surely your visit is of some importance since I have not heard from you in six years." He continued. He watches her as she takes in his rather busy office, she pays very close attention to Fawkes and starts to lose focus on why she was even there. "Miss Rainsborough?" He rouses her from her thoughts.

"Oh. Sorry Professor." She said in her icy voice, " Well as you know Beauxbatons will no longer have me, Madame Maxime absolutely refuses to have me back." Her voice has a soft accent to it, though it's hard to place it, more of an accent on t's and d's, especially at the end of her words. " I was wondering, since it is my seventh year of schooling, if I could finish it out here, at Hogwarts? I would rather not venture to ask to attend Durmstrang; it would be a waste of my time."

Dumbledore wasn't surprised, after all he was one of the most forgiving people in the wizarding community, and who was he to deny this girl the chance to finish her education? Of course he would allow her to attend Hogwarts, he would not prevent it just because... oh well it wasn't important. "Of course Miss Rainsborough, you may come to Hogwarts this year and you'll be treated like any other student. You will have to be sorted of course which will be a little odd, considering we've never sorted a student so old, but no matter. Your book list will arrive like everyone else's and I'm assuming you know all about Platform Nine and Three Quarters?" He asked happily. This girl had great potential.

Her head had snapped up so fast when he had said she could attend that her hood fell down, and we are finally given a view of her face. She was gorgeous, but in an almost eerie way. She had black, waist length hair, pale skin that could rival a Malfoy, and shocking stormy blue eyes that seemed to go on forever. Infact her eyes reminded Dumbledore of what the lake looked like outside right about now, and he had to admit, she'd grown up quite nicely. "Thank you Professor, thank you so very much. You won't regret it, I promise you that. Thank you." She hadn't realized she had been holding her breath, but she let it out loudly, so loudly that Dumbledore chuckled at her. She would have blushed, but given the circumstances...

"You are aware that the staff must be informed, Miss Rainsborough." He stated almost offhandedly, and she nodded in reply. " Will things be odd for you, if they know?" He asked softly.

Dumbledore was given a smirk that both Malfoy men would be quite jealous of, as she said, " When have odd things ever bothered me? My whole life is odd."

And with that she bowed graciously out of his office.

Dumbledore took this time to go over her school records from Beauxbatons, and he was quite impressed. While this girl had a personality to be compared to young Mr. Malfoy her marks were better to be compared with Miss Granger. It was then that Dumbledore realized, he would now have to seriously consider who to make Head Girl this year!