Chapter 1:
Juliunna Pov
"Mommy, can I get these robes?" I asked, gesturing to the pretty red one. I feel that if Aunt Bella weren't in Azkaban, she'd wear this. Aunt Bella always had the best sense of style.
"Juliunna, you know that you need black robes! But if you behave, you can get them as a side gift." I smiled at mom's words. I always get my way with my family, let me explain:
My name is Juliunna Lucius Malfoy, daughter to Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy. Sister to Draco Malfoy, well, twin sister. Except I don't exactly look like a Malfoy. I get most of my looks from my Mother's side. The Black Family. I pretty much have Aunt Bella's long succulent black locks, but instead of Aunt Bella's height, I seem to have gotten length. When it's not in a hair tie, it falls to the small of black. I've gotten Uncle Sirius's skin color. Tanner then my brother, but paler then Sirius.
But out of all my body parts, my favorites are my eyes. It seems to be the only thing that I got look wise from my Father. We share the same ghostly pale grey eyes. Both alight with magic, defiance, pride, and swag.
Yes, I said swag.
"Okay dear, your turn." Madame Malkin called, and I smirked as I carried my robes to the back. "Hello Draco, isn't it a delightful morning?" I swooned to my twin brother, and climbed up next to him on a footstool.
"Well, it was fine-!" I feigned hurt at his words. "Draco, you are such a rude brother, you're breaking my heart!" I cried out, as the witch began to sew my robes.
"Ah you know I'm just kidding. Hey, I want to introduce you to someone." He turned to the boy next to him, and I waved. "Hi, my name's Juliunna Malfoy, what's yours?" I introduced myself.
"Harry Potter." He said, and I felt the pin slip from the witch's arm and poke me. "Ouch!" I zipped, but no one said anything." Draco however, zapped back to life at my yelp. "Harry Potter?" He asked, and Harry nodded.
"Well, I think that it's a pleasure to meet you Harry." I said, and noticed the blush on his cheeks grow brighter. He avoided my eyes, but leaned across Draco to shake my hand. When our hands broke apart, Draco shook Harry's hand.
"Well Harry, I hope that we can be friends. What kind of house are you thinking of getting in?" Draco boasted, and feigning boredom, he twirled a piece of my hair between his fingers.
"Uh, I don't know what about you two?" Harry said nervously, and Draco smirked. "Well, no one really knows until they get there do they, but I know Jule's and I will be in Slytherin. All our family has been in Slytherin. Imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave wouldn't you?" Harry answered that question with another question.
"What's it like to be in Slytherin?" Because Hagrid says that there hasn't been a dark witch or wizard who hasn't gone bad that was in Slytherin." Draco and I were silent. We looked at each other, and then back to Harry. And then burst out laughing.
"Harry, it's just a superstition that most wizards have about our house. But you'll have to hear the story from a true Slytherin, and seeing as if my family has been in it for over a hundred generations, I should tell you the truth." I took a deep breath, and thought about all the things I knew about Slytherin.
"Okay, I'm not going to lie. Slytherin has produced more Dark Wizards then all the other houses, and that's where they got the idea. But it's not all like that. For instance, look at Draco." Draco, overly proud at being mentioned, puffed out his chest and smirked.
"Overly confident smirk, thinks' that everyone is beneath him, and at Hogwarts, people will even say he's a scrawny git." Harry smirked at Draco's back when Draco glared at me. Harry fought to laugh behind Draco's back.
"In his mind, if you're a muggle born, or in any other house except Slytherin, you're not even worth his time. Yes Harry, you'll get people like that. Almost everyone in Slytherin feels that they have to act like that, to keep appearances up. They've grown up hearing that this is right and this is not." I looked Harry in the eyes and realized that he understood.
"Well, what I mean is how they treat each other, fellow Slytherin I mean." Harry asked. Draco took this one. "Well, don't think I'm sort of anything but…" Draco held my hand. "Well once we get over the initial first week, get to know everyone and all, it's great. Everyone's helpful, and we never turn our back on a fellow Slytherin." He spoke with such truth and pride that I almost cried. Almost. Almost don't count!
"If…" Harry started, and I noticed his eyes dart to the window. When I looked, there was a man holding two ice cream cones. Hmm, I want ice cream. "Slytherin sounds nice and all but… What will my friends think?" Silence, but I angrily answered.
"If they're really your friends, they'll understand." I said, and Harry smiled. "Well Slytherin sounds pretty nice. But I'm not sure that I'll be able to get into Slytherin. What would happen if I'm not?" He looked to me with an innocent stare, and I couldn't help but blush.
"That depends, for instance, I'm not talking to you if you're in Hufflepuff." I warned him, and Harry's smirk mirrored mine. "Are you kidding me, Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, right guys?" Harry spoke witht the voice of a true Slytherin.
"Right Harry." I smiled, and Draco smirked. "Well, we'll see you at Hogwart's Harry. Have a good summer." Drac o shouted, and Harry beamed at us. He hopped down from the stool and as he walked away, I couldn't sworn that he had winked at me. Another blush!
"You know what Draco, I think that we just changed a life." I smiled.