Chapter 2 - My Family, The Malfoys


13 Years Later


The walkways were crowded and busy. People were piling out of the trains, gathering their things with them. It was a tad bit cold, yet it was still sunny out.

I, however, stood there waiting, leaned up against a pillar at the platform of King's Cross Train Station with my trunk sitting safely beside me. I'd just flown in from France to here in England just a couple hours ago. I recently finished my 4th year at Beauxbatons Academy in the southern part of France.

It was odd though. Being here. Usually, Mother and my brother would pick me up at the airport, but this time, Mother instructed me to go to King's Cross after I my flight had landed. It was a bit off being here. I never really came down over here. Mostly because I never really had a reason. Mother and Father only came down here to see my brother off before he went off to Hogwarts.

The day my parents try and associate with Muggles is when Voldemort has a pet pony for a love child. So that's never. Okay, so maybe that was a bit unfair and impossible. Let's try: The day my parents try and associate with Muggles is the day when my brother snogs a Muggleborn.

Now that, has a 1.7% chance.

The only reason why Father agreed to me using a place to get to France is because it's safer than the magical way of getting there. I can't use a portkey since I get nauseas with all the spinning. Floo network would take a couple stops to get my way over to France. Besides, I'd get all dusty. It's a bother to get dust off of you. Plus, my parents wanted me to be neat and presentable. Same goes for apparating. Though it may be neater, it takes about 15 stops just to get over to France all the way from England. All the spinning and breath holding'll make me nauseas, which completely encourages spluttering, gagging, and an un-presentable presence.

But anyway, here I was, just leaning up against the pillar, waiting for my Mother and my brother, Draco who just finished his third year at Hogwarts.

Now I know you're absolutely confused. About me and my family, I mean. Don't worry, I get that a lot.

My name is Solaine, and I am a Malfoy.

This is where the confusion sets in for you. Most people would think that I'm lying, but I'm not. Most people don't know about me since half of the time since I've started school was spent over in France.

Considering the fact that I look absolutely nothing like the Malfoys, makes it obvious that I'm not a Malfoy by blood. They have platinum blonde hair, a sharp face, and pale skin. I however, had an olive skin tone, a softer face, a brown with a hint of ginger hair color, and a nicer attitude. So obviously, I'm not the offspring of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy.

They're actually my adoptive parents.

If I could get 5 galleons every time someone asked about me being Malfoy's sister in confusion, I'd be the richest witch ever. Though, I wasn't irritated. Before, people's reactions use to be amusing, but nowadays, they got sort of boring. People always said the same thing.

So how did I became a part of the most prestigious and pretentious wizard family in the wizarding world?

When I was 3 years young, my parents got in some sort of freak accident. According to my adoptive parents, they spoke that both parents of mine were purebloods, fitting into the muggle society. Or as Lucius likes to put it, 'Bloodtraitors who turned against their society and joined the Muggle world'. Apparently, it was some sort of car accident, and I just happened to be inside with them. Unfortunately for my biological parents, they died, while I, however, did not.

So taking pity upon an adorable 3 year old, they decided to take me in.

It was obvious Father didn't take a fancy to my real parents. He'd always say, "You should be grateful that I've taken you in, Solaine. If I hadn't you would've end up just like the rest of them."

He didn't really mention them though. We've never really talked about them as well. Lucius and Narcissa mostly told me that they didn't know much about them. However, I always felt like they were keeping something from me.

Narcissa and Draco never commented on about my biological parents and usually kept their mouths shut. Draco doesn't know anything about them, so he doesn't really give a damn.

I couldn't really remember my parents, to be honest. They never even pop up in my dreams. Though, I wish they would though. But I knew that wasn't going to happen.

The Malfoys may have brought me up, but I wasn't a bit more up myself compared to how Draco was occasionally. Their belief about blood-status was one of the things that bothered me. Father always wanted me to mix in with the right people. But I couldn't care less about who was a Half-blood, Pure-blood, or Muggleborn.

I always just nodded and said, "Yes, Father." Like I did every time the subject came up. Whenever Father tried to advise me about blood-status, the information would just go through one ear, and out the next.

The only people I can stand the most in our family is my mother, Narcissa. Though she believed in blood purity, she wasn't the type to bother someone with it. She always left Father do all the lecturing.

Everyone says that the Malfoys are vile. And to be honest, they are. Their attitudes were different from mine, though I do have the occasional snarkiness.

However, I learned to live with them. When it came to Father, I just nodded and agreed, but had no care to what he said. I know I should stand up to him, but I knew that if I didn't, I'd get yelled at. It was all rubbish to me. I didn't see the point to his prejudiced ways.

Draco always whined, which was rather quite annoying, but I was able to be more open to him rather than how I was with Father. He was the only person I was allowed to swat at in the family. Though I did pity him. If he wasn't so pressured to live up to the Malfoy name and haven't been thought the belief of blood purity, he would've came out a decent lad.

Mother was alright and kept her opinions to herself most of the time. She is a bit up herself at times, but when it comes to her family's safety, you can count on her.

It was hard living with them at times, but 70% of the time I'm over at France, so it was they didn't bother me as much.

But aside from that, when turned 11, Lucius sent me over to Beauxbatons Academy instead of Hogwarts. They said that the Academy was where young ladies, like me, should be at. They said it was a place where I should learn sophisticated, proper, and high-class education.

They weren't joking.

The place was really proper. Girls at the school were always so neat. Not to mention, the boys as well. The guys and the girls were all so gorgeous. The girls were classic beauties, while the boys in the school were handsome.

No matter how many times people said I was just as the same as them, I always felt like the out of place one.

But still, at Beauxbaton's the people there were still nice. Though a lot of flirting occured. Considering the fact that a majority of them were Veelas, it wasn't surprising that love was in the air.

How everyone manages to maintain their grades to an exemplary level is a wonder to me.

But aside from their love-strucked and kind selves, the only thing that was a downfall at the school was drama. Every year, there's at least 1 pair of girls who would battle out into a catfight over some boy or issue. It was quite idiotic to fight over such simple things, but it was quite amusing and entertaining to watch as well.

I looked forward to a fight each year.

I do quite exceptional at the school, surprisingly. I've had a boyfriend or two, but that's it. Two of which I broke up with. The first was one I wasn't really quite interested in. The second one, however, kept on looking around at other women. That relationship lasted about a week. After that, I decided to go solo.

And to be honest, I quite enjoyed it.

Sure, it was nice having the attention of boys at time when you had no one else's feelings to worry about. What girl wouldn't want some attention. However, all the attention can get quite annoying and a bit uncomfortable sometimes, especially if their looking at you like a piece of meat. In the beginning, it was a bit nice, but then...I felt...Cheap.

So I did what I had to do.

I became a guy's girl.

And by that, I meant as in 'One-of-the-Boy's-bestfriend' type. I didn't mean I was going out to be a minger. Somehow, aside from girls being my friends, I also had close mates that were boys. I even learned how to ignore the wanted attention that I get from those so called, 'Admirers'.

I only ever paid attention to the guys I was attracted to or was interested in. Which happens in about never. All the guys over at Beauxbatons are so overrated. I'm over them.

They were more besties rather than boyfriends.

Though I may have some sort of life over at France, some people found one of my interests...odd.

They thought my strange attraction to fire was bizarre. During my first year at Beauxbaton's I was caught in a fire in the west wing of the school. I was the only one who hadn't gotten out. But somehow, I managed to survive. Some of my friends were a bit astonished when they saw that I didn't have any bruises and that I was perfectly fine. Just a little dirt and a couple ashes, that's all.

People found it odd and sort of crazy, but it was a couple years ago, people were over that. Most people would've casted me as a freak for being perfectly fine in a fire, but people dropped it. Since they don't know what exactly had happened in that part of the wing. Most people just assumed I used my wand to protect myself.

But what they didn't know is that I had left my wand in my room during that time of day. No one knows, especially the teachers. So I just kept it to myself.

I was placed in advanced charms after that. All the teachers assumed I did some sort of shield/protection spell, which I didn't.

Anyways, I'm gonna be honest here. I'd rather go over to Hogwarts instead of The Academy. Beauxbatons is great and posh and all, but Hogwarts seemed more exciting!Judging by all the stories Draco tells, I found all those bizarre events quite fascinating, while he on the other hand, was quite frightened.

Coward.

It's been about 20 minutes and I've still been waiting out the platform's entrance. I would've gone through to look for them, but apparently, I'm not even suppose to know about the entrance. What in the world was taking them so damn long?

My eyes were boring into the bricks of the barrier when someone emerged from the barrier.

For a moment, I thought it was my mother and Draco. But alas, no.

It wasn't just one person, but a couple. My gaze focused on a family of talkative and excited red-heads. The main woman of the family, I was assuming, was the mother. She was dramatically scolding a pair of tall identical twins who rolled their eyes at their mother's lectures. Behind the three were two un-identicaly boys. Both were young and looked around Draco's age. One looked a part of the family, while the other had dark hair, round glasses, and green eyes.

Having to talk over the mother's scolding and the twins protests, and the volume of the station's noise, both boys had to talk loud enough to hear each other. They both seemed to have been talking about quidditch and the world cup coming up this summer break.

The World Cup was the best quidditch event ever. This year, it was the Bulgarians VS. the Irish. Father, Draco and I were all invited last week, as Father said so in a letter he had sent me last week. We were going to be sitting over in one of those boxes. Fancy.

Trailing behind the two boys seemed to be the youngest of the family. She was a young girl resembled her mother and her brothers. Whilst she tagged along, she stared dreamily at the dark haired boy as she strugglingly tugged her luggage along.

The mother and the family stopped nearby the entrance, as if waiting for someone. The family was about 2 meters away from me. Not that far.

A few moments came and a familiar red-head came out of the carrier and joined his family.

It was none other than Arthur Weasley.

Typical, I should've known it was his family, considering the fact that there was a whole lot of them with red hair. I don't have anything against Mr. Weasley and his family, but apparently, Father and Draco do. Father works with him over at the ministry and he absolutely detests him. Father claims their a pack of blood traitors, but I couldn't care anymore less.

Draco says the same about Ron Weasley, who I assume was the young boy who was consumed in the conversation of quidditch with his dark-haired friend...Now that I think of it and about the stories Draco tell. The dark-haired boy was none other than:

The Great Harry Potter himself.

Now that's the number one person Draco hates the most. Says that Harry's stuck up and full of himself. But from the view over here, it didn't seem that way. He seemed like a kept to self sort of type of person. He seemed nice. I felt bad for the bloke though. At such a young age, his parents were killed. Just like mine. And now, he has to live up to some sort of expectation or standard that he has to save the world. That's not at all easy.

I don't know what's the problem with my brother and my father. They make the Weasleys and Harry sound so low. But when you look at them, it's completely the opposite. The Weasleys all had this exciting and happy vibe as they all buzzed around, all talking at once. The Weasleys were a happy bunch. The looked like a happy and good family. Whereas mine, didn't seem so very much when you take a closer look at it. Harry, is just...protective of himself. His parents died and he doesn't really have a guardian.

'Sides, the only reason why Draco doesn't like Harry is because Harry rejected Draco into being his friend.

Good choice, mate.

I looked over at he young girl who was trailing behind earlier, only to find her still struggling along with her trunk, which was turned over at it's side.

I sighed and took a bit of a pity to her and decided to help her out. I approached the girl, and with ease, I pulled the luggage upright. The girl was completely taken aback as I helped her.

I gave her a smile and said, "You looked like you needed help there."

The girl smiled back nervously then thanked me. "Oh, uh, t-thank you."

"It's no problem." I said, smiling at her.

Next to us, I could hear Ron and Harry talking about their year at Hogwarts.

"Stupid Malfoy!" Ron huffed out. "Claims bloody Buckbeak almost killed him. Rubbish is you ask me. I can't believe Buckbeak got executed! It's not his fault. Everyone and even Malfoy knows hippogriffs are suppose to be treated with respect." And Ron was right. They are suppose to be treated well. They're proud creatures. "Being all high and mighty, and the git that bloke is, he just had to act all cool and call the creature stupid! Stupid git. I'm glad Buckbeak scratched him, and I'm glad Hermione punched him in the face as well."

Harry laughed at the memory. "I'm not really surprised he cried when Buckbeak scratched him, and also when he ran away after Hermione punched him in the face." Harry said.

Without realizing, I spoke out with a laugh. "Oh god, I wish I was there. Good job to Hermione!" The two boys looked over at me peculiarly. I widened my eyes a bit then spoke, "Oh, god, sorry. I shouldn't have eavesdropped."

"It's fine." Harry said with a reassuring smile. "You know Hermione? You a friend of hers?"

"I know of her, actually." I said. Truth be told, I only hear things from Draco actually. The only thing I've gathered mostly about Hermione from Draco was, and I quote: 'Eh, she's this annoying little stuck up Gryffindor thats barely got any friends aside from Potter and Weasel Bee.' He didn't say much about her after that. Only that she' got brown bushy hair, and apparently is the brightest witch in their year. "But if it's personally, I've never met the girl."

"How do you know of her anyway?" Ron finally spoke up. "I'm guessing you're not a muggle."

"What makes you so sure?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Your wands sticking out of your boot." The young girl said as she pointed to my white leathered boots. "Those are nice by the way."

"Oh, thanks." I smiled at her.

"I don't think I've seen you around Hogwarts." Harry said.

"Oh, I don't go to Hogwarts. And I hear loads of stories from Draco." I explained as I hauled my trunk over to their group as I rejoined them, so that my stuff couldn't get stolen. "Finally that boy got a beating by a girl. He's heads gone a bit big." I chuckled.

"More like it inflated and couldn't explode." Ron said. I laughed. By now, the rest of the family was paying attention to us.

"Draco?" The young girl said in a confused tone. "You know Malfoy?" Clearly, everyone goes by last names with him. Though he was my brother, he is pretty much of an arse.

"Quite well." I said with a chuckled.

"Bet you do." Ron said, insisting a tone that made it sound like I had something more with him. Thankfully, Harry and his sister whacked him on the arm.

I rolled my eyes. Watching from a distance were the twins, who now, decided to join our conversation. "So, how d'yo know Harry and Ron."

"Everyone knows Harry." I say, "And again, I hear stories. I only know a bit about your family though."

"Really?" One of the twins say. "And we don't know a thing about yours."

"Actually, I'm quite sure you have actually. Actually, I think your entire school already knows about mine." I said nervously, "Just not me in particularly."

"Oh, come on." One of the twins says. "How could we miss a pretty girl like you?"

In the inside, I couldn't help but blush. The twins were cute, sure. But no. No boys. Gotta be a singleton for life!

Okay, well maybe not for life. But for a year, or- Oh whatever!

"So what do you know?" The young girl asked.

"Well, I know you lot are the Weasleys. I know you have loads of kids in your family. And the rest I only know about Mr. Weasley." I say.

Everyone's eyebrows shot up. "Dad? What's so interesting about our dad?" One twins asked.

"My father works with him." I explained. "He talks about the people at the ministry. It's stupid." I smiled shyly. Half of me wanted to know them, yet half of me said don't tell them who's your family. They'll think your the same and back off. That's was the hard part of being a Malfoy. They may be rich, but are known to be so...mean.

Being one of them, automatically labels me.

This time, the parents joined in as well. "Well, dear, do I know your father?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"In ways you wish you hadn't met him." I said nervously with a small smile. Everyone looked at me in confusion.

"What department does your father work in?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"Oh, Department of-" I began but was cut off.

"Department of the none of your bloody business, Weasley." Draco's snarled as he came in. His hair was sleeked back, and was dressed in a black suit as well. I mentally rolled my eyes. Slytherin boys and their suits. Seriously, I've met a few of his Slytherin friends. All of his mates had suits. It's ridiculous, really.

"Draco!" I exclaimed as I threw my arms around him as we engulfed each other in a hug. As we hugged, he lifted me up in the air and spun me around. After a spin or two, he kissed me on my forehead as he set me down. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the Weasley's and Harry's reaction. The parents had a confused look on, while a majority of them were in shock and confusion.

"How was school?" I asked him.

"Could have been better. France?" He asks me back.

"Tres boring." I say in a French accent. He chuckled then we turned towards Harry and the Weasley family.

"Potty, Weasel." He acknowledged his classmates with a scowl. For that, I elbowed him in the side. "Ow! What the bloody hell was that for, Sol!"

"Can you bet nice at least once to other people aside from me?" I asked. "Seriously, it's getting so old."

"Fine." Then he turned back to the boys and said, "Hello Potter, Weasley." He with a sarcastic tone.

Typical.

"Sorry." I mouthed.

"I can't believe you're dating him!" Ron exclaimed, which earned himself a swat by his mother for his rudeness.

Yup, once again, we were mistaken as a couple.

Draco and I looked at each other, and I couldn't help but laugh as he couldn't help but snigger.

"Oh, Merline, Weasley. You're still as idiotic as ever." Malfoy said through his laughs.

"Ha, pay up." I said to Draco, placing my hand out to my left side where Draco was standing. He groaned then slapped the money onto my hand. Draco and I always had a bet about this. If someone thought we were dating first, I'd get 5 galleons. If someone didn't mention it and would continue on looking confused, I'd pay him 5 galleons as well.

It's no wonder he stood around this long. Prick. Easy money. One thing about Malfoy, is that he never checks out the possibilities.

"What the bloody hell is so funny!" Ron exclaimed. By now everyone looked confused.

"Ron," I began, trying to hold back a laugh. "I don't think it's proper to date your brother. No matter what out beliefs are, we don't believe in incest."

"Brother!" They all exclaimed in shock. Typical reaction.

"Me and Draco's got a bet. If someone thinks we're dating first before asking about our relationship, Dragon boy here pays me up 5 galleons."

"Thanks a lot, Weasel." He spat over at Ron. Once again, I nudged him in side, and didn't care when he winced in pain.

"I didn't know Lucius had a daughter." Mr. Weasley said.

"Not by blood anyway." I said with a shrug.

"And as much as we would love to stay and chat with such lovely company, we're leaving." Draco big his farewell in bitterness and sarcasm. "Come on, give me your trunk. Mother's waiting for us through the barrier. she's talking to Blaise and his parents."

My face dropped when he mentioned Blaise. I swear, he's got to be the most slimiest boy ever. He tried to put the moves on me at one point. But I ended up jinxing him and locking him up in a closet over at the kitchens. I don't know why Draco needs Blaise, but I suppose he needs a posse.

Lame.

"I thought students from other schools can't go through? I asked.

"You're a Malfoy, you've got special privileges." He said as he grabbed my wrist and my trunk, then pulled me along to the barrier. I wanted to say good bye to the Weasleys and to Harry. They were so nice to me.

I looked back over to the lot as we made our way to the barrier. I gave them a quick wave as I was pulled to the barrier. For some odd reason, my eyes gazed over at Harry's. And when I looked at his eyes...I felt something. Not a romantic feeling. But a feeling of something familiar.


I took in the sight of the Malfoy Manor as I entered home. It hadn't changed at all. The place was gloomy, mysterious, eerie, and dark. Somehow, the lawns still managed to stay a healthy green.

I couldn't help but remember my childhood at the manor before I had entered Hogwarts. It was the place where I had learned how to play a game of quidditch. The manor was fairly large and was always a great place to play hide and seek. But having to have lived here for as long as I could remember, I knew this place at the back of my hand.

The only place I haven't entered was Father's study.

Draco and I were forbidden from entering. Though I never knew why. But Father was quite strict with it.

I've gotten use to the dark vibe of the place, and it's lack of color. The only time you ever saw color was when you entered me and Draco's bedrooms. Mine was black, white and a light blue. Draco went all out on green.

It was always the same color here. Even the way Mother, Father and Draco dressed were quite boring. They always wore dark colors, aside from white. Whereas I, on the other hand, wore a whole load of different colors aside from the dark colors that they wore.

But aside from color and it's dark vibe, I've fairly gotten keen on the eeriness that the Manor heaves off. However, Draco and I have never been downstairs after curfew, which was at 9. We were only allowed around our main bedroom hall, which consisted a bathroom, and me and Draco's bedroom. If we wanted something to eat at night, then we got out house elves to deliver them.

After settling in, with the help of Dot, my personal house-elf, it was the start of the evening and time for dinner.

"Father, Mother, and Draco." I greeted as I sat down in my seat at the long dining table in the dimmed room. Mother was at one end of the table, while father was at the other. While Draco and I were sitting in the middle, each one of us on each side.

"Solaine." He nodded curtly at me. Father wasn't one much for emotion. To come to think of it, I don't think I've even gained a kiss on my forehead from him. "We were just discussing the events at Hogwarts. We were discussing on what went on during Draco's school year."

"I'm still appalled that bird scratched you, sweetie." Mother said over to Draco. I heard about that Hippogriff that 'attacked' Draco. I swear, it's only a scratch. "That bird has been put down, right Lucius?"

"Well of course." Father said. "I've gathered some news from the office a few weeks ago, which I forgot to mention."

"Well? What is it?" I asked as I ate m steak. Father gave me a look for my 'rudeness'.

"We've caught Black. Bu-"

"Sirius Black you mean? Mother's cousin?" I asked.

"Yes." He snapped. "Before you oh so rudely interrupted me, we've caught black. But, he's managed to escape."

My eyes, and as well as Draco's, widened. "What?" Draco exclaimed. "Well- aren't you going to do something about this, Father?"

"Our least concern is Black." Father said. "Nevertheless, aside from that. I'd like to know what has gone on with you over at France, Solaine."

I shrugged. "Nothing really important." I said boringly.

Father glared. "Everything at that school is important. Grades? What's your situation on that?" He said in a stern voice.

"Fine." I said simply.

Father glared even more. "Just fine?"

I rolled my eyes, then set my fork and knife down. "Better than that, Father. I'm head of my year."

"Good. Good." He said, nodding approvingly. "And you, Draco? Earning high marks as well?"

"What?" He stuttered, looking up from his food.

"Pay attention, Son!" Father demanded as he narrowed his eyes towards my brother. "You're grades."

"Oh, oh. Well, why yes. I've been earning top marks."

"Top of your year?"

"Well, er...In the Slytherin house, I am, in my year."

"Just only the top of your year in the Slytherin house?" Lucius asked. "That's not good enough. And who is the top of your year of all houses?"

"Granger." My brother muttered, but loud enough for Father to hear.

"SHAME!" Father yelled out, stabbing his fork into his piece of steak. Mother snapped at him to calm down, but he barely did. "You let a filthy mudblood get ahead of you, a prestigious pure-blood! That's preposterous!"

"I'll try better." Draco replied.

"You'll do better." He said sternly.

"Yes, Father." Brother spoke quietly.

Dinner was quiet after that. Only a few words were exchanged between us kids with our parents. Draco barely spoke a word.


"You okay?" I asked Draco as I knocked on his door slowly whilst opening it, not even bothering to hear a response.

"Yeah. I'm fine." He says as he takes his jacket off, hanging it onto a hanger and shoving it into his closet.

"Liar." I said as I closed the door, and made myself comfortable on his bed. "I know you well enough to know when your alright or not." When he didn't respond I said, "It's about Father. Isn't it? Ignore him."

He sighed as he began to change into his lounging clothes. "Well we can't all be like you, Solaine. And I can't ignore him when almost every minute of the day, I have to be reminded by someone or to be nagged on by him."

"Then study harder!" I exclaimed, "Beat that Granger! Be a challenge instead of smart mouthing around."

"Bu-" He began, but I cut him off.

"Smart mouthing around at school isn't going to do any good for you." I continued. "The only thing it did for you was to get yourself scratched by a hippogriff and punched in the face by a girl! And not just any girl. Granger in particular!"

He started to stutter. "But- what. How do you know that I got hit from that Mudblood!" He hissed in a whisper. "No one else knows that!"

I smirked. "I have my ways."

He rolled his eyes. "Your devious."

"And a Malfoy. I just learn from the one best at it." I said with a shrug.


I wake up. But I'm not in my bed. I'm not in my room. And I'm certainly not at the manor. For some odd reason I felt smaller. I looked up, just to find a young woman who seemed bizarrely familiar to me, standing a few feet away.

She had long red hair, and a soft welcoming face, which carried a look of worry and fear. Her eyes were green, similar to mine.

She began to speak to me, but all I could do was just stare dumbfoundly at her. She told me to hide under a crib, then told me to not some out.

What was this? What was happening? Is this a dream?

Everything was blurry the next. The next thing I knew was that I found myself under a crib, looking up at the woman who somehow, was familiar to me.

"Step away from the boy!" A male voice yelled out. But I didn't a man. Just a big blurry black mess on the other side of my view. This dream was incomplete.

All that happened next was that a flash of green light hit the woman square right in her chest, killing her.

I didn't know what happened next, because I found myself waking up.


AN: Was it alright? Hope it is! I got rid of a bunch of unnecessary stuff.