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Draco's Little Sister
Chapter 1: The Start of a Nightmare
Draco sat right outside his mother's room, his hands over his ears to block out the screaming. His mother was having a baby, and Draco wanted nothing to do with it. The year at been hard at Hogwarts, Potter had been stuck up, Weasley had been as hot headed as ever, and Granger, the big toothed know it all had been quite unbearable. Next year he would be in his fourth year at Hogwarts. Draco thought he wouldn't be able to stand another year with the "Gryffindorks," as he and the rest of Slytherin called them. But there was a bright side, the Tri Wizard Tournament was going to take place at Hogwarts next year. If Potter was going to enter, Draco would love to watch him get destroyed.
A door opened across the hall and Draco saw his Father, Lucius Malfoy, standing there looking tired. He beckoned him inside the room. Lying on the bed, his mother was cradling a small baby with bright blue eyes looking around the room. Draco looked at the baby disgust. "This is your new baby sister," his mother smiled, handing the baby to him. Draco took her in his arms and frowned. He hoped he wouldn't have to take care of her. "Um, here." Draco said awkwardly as he handed her back to his mother. "What are you thinking of naming her?" Asked Lucius. "Her name will be… Amelia," said Narcissa firmly. "Now take this thing away from me, I need a nap." She held out the baby for Lucius to take. He held the baby with a repulsing look on his face. He put her into a cradle and walked out of the room.
The rest of the summer contained a number of boring visits to knockturn alley with his father. Draco had been waiting all summer for the Quidditch World Cup, which was at the end of the summer and the biggest even in the Wizarding World. And today was the day they were finally going.
"Come Draco, let's leave," Lucius said briskly as they began down the front steps of their mansion. "We need to get the portkey, which is almost a mile away."
"Lucius, wait for me!" called Narcissa from her window. She was taking her time in choosing what to wear for this important event.
"I thought we decided you would stay home with the baby!" Lucius called. Amelia was called nothing more than "That baby," or "The girl". Nothing she did deserved this mistreatment, though. She hardly ever cried and never made much trouble. It was just that the Malfoys weren't that used to having a baby since Draco was one.
"Oh right, I forgot about her! What should we do?" she said, now sticking her head out the window. Lucius thought hard for a moment.
"Draco, stay behind to look after your sister." he ordered, facing Draco.
"What? You mean miss the World Cup for that baby?" wined Draco. "But father!"
"Draco," Lucius warned in a dangerously quite voice. " You will do what I say!" Draco knew not to argue with his father, but it was just so unfair!
"Fine," he grumbled. He trudged back to his house. He couldn't believe that his father was making him miss the Quidditch World Cup, all because of his stupid sister.