It was Harry Potter. The boy that took everything from me. The boy who orphaned me. And he was standing right before me! It took everything in my cold nature and absolute control of my emotions not to take out my wand and torture him to insanity. Draco, however, didn't seem to recognize him. I, on the other hand, knew who he was even before I noticed his scar. He brought down Him, and I can naturally feel that. The blond little fool approached P and drawled a conversation. A plan suddenly formed in my mind. Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer... Yes, yes, this is a great chance for me to bring his downfall, my exceptional acting gift wouldn't make this too hard. So I leaned in to the messy-haired, green-eyed boy with broken glasses and smiled the sweetest smile my face can manage, and greeted him, putting as much warmth as I can in my clear, slightly higher than others' voice. He looked surprised, but pleased. He stuttered out a greeting in return. My eagle eyes searched his and discovered relief. I felt like smirking, but stopped myself. It seems that the boy who lived isn't that almighty, after all. Now Draco began to talk about the Houses after complaining (again!) about the broomsticks. I had the strangest feeling that P had no idea at all what we were talking about. Karma, karma...
'Er,' He said constantly. Then blondie said that he will surely in Slytherin.
'What House do you think you will be in?' He asked carelessly, Potter can't bring up an answer, and I replied all seriously,'Mmh, maybe... Hufflepuff?'
Draco gagged and almost conghed himself to death. It was one of my rare playful moments. The other boy didn't know what to do, obviously.
'Where are your parents?' Blondie pressed on and Potter said,'Dead.' Yes, thanks to my dad!
'Oh sorry.' I grew bored and after a few awkward moments Potter left with a savage-looking man that Draco made fun of and who Potter seemed to care about. 'A pleasant conversation with Harry Potter, eh, Draco?' My voice dripping with my usual sarcasm, and masked hate. His face turned a few amusing colours, exposing his emotions too easily.
'But you didn't react! You were nice to him!'
'Of course I didn't react, Draco. I cannot react, much as I hate to admit. He is the world's golden boy, and me? I would go straight into Azkaban if anyone finds out my identity. And as for the being nice part, I need to get close to him so I can destroy him. Do you understand all that, now, Draco?' My tone was cool and hiding the impatience in the perfectly-forged patience. 'Yeah, come on, let's go find my mother.' Eager to tell, aren't you?
Cissy and us went to Ollivanders next. Although I was not showing anything, I hadn't felt so excited for my entire life! A wand... Draco, surprisingly, didn't tell his mother of our previous encounter with Potter. Waiting to tell his father first, I suppose. The rusty door of the shop creaked as we walked in. An old man with strange silver eyes glanced at us and smiled.
'Ah, Mrs. Malfoy and young Mr. Malfoy!' Then his eyes spotted me,'Oh, and who is this charming young lady?' I stared right into his eyes. Mr. Ollivander's eyes widened and showed recognition.
'This is Sapphira Malfoy, our adopted daughter.' Narcissa cut in, her tone threatening.
'I see...' His tone wasn't convincing at all, but I ignored him. My resemblense to my father was impossible to deny.
'Well, ladies first!' He gave up and went searching the shelves, taking out several boxes. 'Rosewood, unicorn tail hair, 11 inches, slightly springy. Try it!' I took it with my right hand and the poor wand shook violently, flying away from my hand. 'Do wands usually do this?' I asked. 'Not particularly, but I think it happens. Go on, try another.
' That means that didn't happen before, I guess! I tried several other wands and the similar things happened. 'It seems the wands are afraid of you! Never worry, we'll find the perfect wand for you... Eventually.'
Cissy and Draco watched silently. Then something flashed in Mr. Ollivander's eyes and he reached into the shelve in the far corner and held a formidable-looking dark box. He opened it and revealed a most beautiful wand - red like blood, smooth as silk... And dangerous as death.
'Basilisk fang soaked in the blood of a phoenix and of a unicorn, thestral skin, 12 and a half inches, gives you the illusion of bending but in fact never bends. One of the oldest wands made by the family, and send electric shook to every trier... Incredibly dangerous. Careful, careful.'
Holding my breath and waiting for the pain to come, my fingers closed over the wand. But instead, a strange sensation took over me, warm and comforting. Pure black lightning shape like a snake shoot out from the end, shattering the roof of the shop. I felt... Powerful. Narcissa and Draco were clapping.
'Oh, my, my!' Exclaimed Ollivander, staring at me in awe,'Dear girl, you are chosen by the most powerful wand ever made by us Ollivanders!' He paused for a second then said in barely more than a whisper,'We shall expect great things from you, very great things.' I gave him a confident smile in reply. Of course I will be great! Just like my dad.
'So, how much for the wand?' Narcissa began to reach for her purse.
Ollivander's face broke into a wide smile,'Oh, no, dear, you can take this one for free! It's a family treasure, and I'm honoured - really honoured to sell her to you! And I would like to make a small request...' He turned his slightly unsettling gaze to me once more,'You are the true mistress of such a powerful wand, your future will be great, so you will be come either Dumbledore or You-Know-Who. And this particularly wand is so very dark, that ,means... Well, if or when you take over, I hope that I can be spared.' I was taken aback, but of course I didn't show it.
'Mr. Ollivander! You think too highly of me. But I hope you can be spared too. You're a man with rare talents, so I think that wouldn't be a problem for you no matter who takes over.'
He nodded solemnly,'Thank you.' 'No, thank you, Mr. Ollivander, for your kindness.'
I didn't pay much attention when Draco was trying for his wand. All the while I was feeling a bit uneasy, which was really rare for me. Ollivander's unexpected request left me much to think. Should I join my father's side, be one of his followers when he returns, or... Build my own empire? I shook myself out of the thought. It is far too early for me to decide this sort of thing, though if I can have my way I will try to keep Ollivander alive. I don't like useless deaths. It didn't take long for Draco to end up with some unicorn core wand. I couldn't resist the urge to laugh at him. Grinning deviously, I began to taunt him,'Reeeeeally, Draco lovey? Don't you know that your wand is supposed to be pure? Pity, you might have been able to meet a fine Death Eater! But alas...'
Narcissa gave me a somewhat stern look,'Sapphira, what is the rule about the conversations we have outside?' I mentally slapped myself. Stupid, careless little girl! Can't you keep your pretty mouth shut?!
I quickly regained my cool,'Why of course, Cissy, this will not happen again.'
Her eyes softened,'You know how much I hate *fear* to scold you, darling. It's OK, come along now!' The three of us walked pass the pet shop, and my ears caught the familiar conversation/hiss of the snakes inside. I kept my eyes looking straight ahead to overcome the burning desire of going to talk to one. I can't risk being seen with a snake - that old fool, Dumbledore, would be expecting for it. I'm Slytherin's descendant, after all. Narcissa, (smart!) seemed to be thinking among the same line, and quickly steered us away from the shop.
When we got back to the Malfoy Manor, Lucius was already home.
He kissed Cissy's cheek, seeing me and Draco's obviously amused expressions, and more importantly, mine, he turned his still handsome face to us and said,'You will be doing this to your loves when you grow up, so you have better get used to it now. Right, enough of the joke, had a nice day? Sapphira? Draco?' 'Yeah!'
We answered in unison, and before I can add anything, Draco finally blurted out,'We met Harry Potter!' I laughed in my own high-pitched, crazy way at his childish excitement. 'WHAT?!' His parents almost screamed.
'Why didn't I know?'
'Are you OK, Sapphira?'
'I am perfectly fine, Mr. Malfoy, thank you for your unnecessary concern.' I hate it when he doubt my self-control, and they quickly caught my trademark warning tone - unnaturally sweet and low, just before I start to explode. Narcissa immediately changed the topic. 'Oh, well, you know my friend's new top boutique...'
