Ilora was excited, after months finally Draco was coming home. She had been alone for what felt like years something which used to feel like a curse but when the Dark Lord rose and him and his followers invaded the Manor this solitude became a relief. It meant that she was not in pain that no-one could hurt or attack her.

The first few days after his return were easiest as she was ignored, the weeks after undoubtedly the worst, this was when the Dark Lord realised her existence.

She was lucky in a way, she thought, that she had finally shown the existence of her magic accidentally a few months earlier otherwise she would of been considered as a squid and killed at the Dark Lord's pleasure for being impure, a piece of filth not considered worthy of even life. So there she sat on the floor of the library, back leaning against a bookshelf attempting to distract herself, to occupy the time till Draco's arrival.

She stared out the window wondering what he was doing right now, laughing with Crabbie and Goyle? or simply sleeping on the train. Ilora tried to imagine what the train looked like, Draco had spent countless hours during sleepless nights describing how the outside world past the walls of the manor looked but no matter how much he tried it was never enough she still longed to see it herself, to touch it.

Her thoughts were interrupted by sound of footsteps, Ilora scrambled to her feet, stood straight in anticipation of who was coming, whether it was Draco or a Death Eater come for a game of beat up the Malfoy.

As the footsteps began to slow Ilora began to pant slightly sweat accumulating on her palms as the sound stopped and the door swung open.

Draco, Ilora exhaled, relaxing her shoulders "Draco don't do that!" she exclaimed when her brother entered the library, she swiftly jogged over slamming into him causing him to stop walking, taking a step back he wrapped his arms around her. "Don't do what?" he asked confused "Nothing, I just thought you were a Death Eater" she mumbled her head just tucked under his chin.

He stiffened moving his arms to her shoulders pushing her arms length away, scrutinizing her face and body for any visible injury. ""Are you hurt?" he asked frowning "Just the usual really" she shrugged trying to hide the fact that she was in pain, that the beatings were increasing and that the Dark Lord himself was beginning to show an interest in practicing new spells on her.

Eager to change the subject Ilora walkout away from Draco towards the red armchair in the center of the library "So how was Hogwarts" she said smiling turning towards him while flopping down to sit on the chair 'It was good, although..." Ilora looked at Draco smiling as he enthusiastically gave her a detailed account of everything that had happened that term from the annoyance that was Harry Potter and his friends to his excellence in his classes.

Although she was not allowed outside the manor Ilora knew quite a lot about Harry Potter, the boy who defeated the Dark Lord when he was just a baby.

She often heard the Dark Lord talk about how he was going to kill the boy and although he did not sound particularly nice by Draco account anything that would cause the Dark Lord such pain and annoyance was a good thing to her. Although she is a Malfoy, Ilora cared little for pureblood lines. As their existence had so far caused her nothing but painful memories.

All she wanted was to escape to go outside, a little revenge on the Death Eaters that caused her so pain would be nice she thought but truly she just wanted to be free.

She again put her focus on Draco, unlike her he had inherited the Malfoy stark blond hair whereas she had acquired the Black trait of dark and wavy, but she maintained the blue eyes although darker than her brothers and pale skin.

As she looked at him the more she noticed how much happier he looked, that he had a light look in his eyes that was likely to disappear by the end of his first week at home.

"Ilora..Ilora?" "Yeah?, sorry just thinking, so the Tri-Wizard tournament ended badly then?"

"Yeah a Hufflepuff died, Potter was screaming he was killed by the Dark Lord. No-one believing him."

"But it is true, he is back, he's here in the manor, you know that right?" said Ilora confused and frowning

"I know, father told me" Draco said quietly head turned downcast to the floor. Draco looked up sharply

"Ilora I.." he started but was interrupted by Bellatrix the door,

"Girl, you're wanted in the dining room" she barked before continuing to walk into the room

"Draco, how are you?" she said in her shrill sickly sweet voice,

Ilora glanced back at Draco, giving a small smile while walking out the door, she walked quickly door the hall knowing to be as quick as possible when summoned, her footsteps echoing loudly as her anxiety grew the closer she came to the door of the dining-room.

Rubbing her sweaty palms on her dress she steeled herself before entering, placing a neutral expression on her face as she had done for years she placed a hand on the door handle and twisted her hand around while the door opened with a click.

Hi, just thought I'd say that this is slightly AU as you can probs guess, this is my first fan fic so encouragement would be nice but crit is also welcome.

All characters are JK's of course apart from Ilora