The air was cold in the room. Ana pushed the blankets off of her body and went to the window, it was open again. She must have fallen asleep with it open. With a shutter she pushed the window closed. She leaned on the sill for a few moments then rubbed her head. A hoot from the opposite side of the room made her jump. Clutching her chest she turned to the mysterious owl in her bedroom. It floated forward slowly with large wings spread wide.

"You scared me to death," she whispered brushing her hair out of her face. "What do you want? Who are you from?"

The owl held out its leg. A thick looking letter was attached to it. Ana removed the burden from the owl and watched it land on the window sill; it looked back at her with wide eyes. She moaned and moved back to the window, opened and watched as the owl soared away threw the country sky.

Once the window was closed and Ana was back in her bed under the covers, she looked at the envelope. Her name was inked across the front neatly in curly hand writing and purple ink. She flipped it over and looked at the waxed seal. She glided her hands over it, feeling the hardened wax under her fingers.

An old woman with square shaped glasses pressed the seal down on the letter and removed it slowly. The hot wax cooled quickly and hardened, forming the crest with an H in the center. The woman nodded her head of graying hair and looked at the front of the letter where Ana's name was written. She stood up and moved around her desk. The office she stood in was large and round, with shelves of books on the walls and many moving pictures hanging on the walls. The woman left her office quickly and moved down a spiral staircase.

The image was gone just as quickly as it had come. Ana shuttered and looked at the letter oddly. She ripped it opened, curious now more then ever before. The sun peeked into Ana's window as she read the letter before her.

"What is this?" she demanded throwing the letter down in front of her Father as he sat at the breakfast table in the kitchen. He looked up at her slowly with icy cold blue eyes. He lowered his newspaper with moving pictures of the World Cup on the front page and picked up the letter. His eyes opened wider as he recognized the broken wax seal.

"I don't know," he whispered.

"Why is Hogwarts writing me letters Father?" she asked leaning on the table. "From the sounds of the letter they think I'm attending their school this year."

Draco Malfoy looked up at his daughter with soft eyes. He placed the letter on the table gently and folded his hands.

"Sit down Anastasia," he said her full name. He always said her full name, she hated it. He told her that her Mother had named her, but she doubted it. Anastasia was a royal, pure blood name and Draco Malfoy wouldn't allow his pure name to be ruined by a poor name like Penny or Holly which was more her Mother's taste.

Ana sat down in the chair and stared back at her Father.

"The Headmistress at Hogwarts must know that we moved back to England," he whispered. "She probably wants you to attend the school."

"Why don't you want me to go there Father?" she asked staring at him, studying him.

He shrugged.

"I went there my dear, I don't want you to suffer the poor teaching and horrible magic skills that they teach," he said.

"That's why you send me to the Academy?"

Draco Malfoy nodded his head firmly. "Yes. I had bad experiences at Hogwarts."

"Like Mother?"

The look in her Father's eyes changed quickly from a soft one to a harsh glare. He stood up and picked up the letter. He ripped it up, letting it fall back to the table. Then he lit the pieces of parchment on fire with his wand. Ana stared as the parchment burned into ashes.

"You will be attending the Academy Anastasia," he said. "Your Mother did not want you. She was dangerous and you are better off with out her. You were dead to her when she left and she got what she deserved. Her death was probably the best thing that ever happened to the both of us. I, unlike her, love you very much. Now get dressed, we're going to visit your grandparents today."

Ana stood up and left the room with deep thoughts in her head. She pressed her back against her bedroom door once she had closed it. She hadn't told her Father that she had been having visions of her Mother for the past month. Ana knew that her Mother was alive, despite her Father's words, and she knew that Jocelyn Black was somewhere in London dreaming of her baby girl.

"Ah! My Anastasia, how beautiful you look!" Ana's grandmother, Narcissa, called to her as she came down the stairs into the large entrance hall of the Malfoy mansion. Her hands were cold on Ana's cheeks as she kissed her forehead and looked into her eyes. "You're becoming quite a young lady." She glanced behind Ana to her son as he threw his cloak on a hook and straightened his suit coat.

"Hello Mother," he said coming forward with a large grin on his face.

"Draco," she said pushing her white blonde hair over her shoulder.

Ana looked at her dark brown curls in the mirror on the wall next to her and frowned. She was surprised that her grandmother could even look at her when she bared every physical feature of her Mother. Deep blue, almost black eyes, round, large and almond shaped always stared back at her round chin, perfect cheek bones, full lips and small nose. Her long brown hair was curly, falling down to her shoulder blades.

When Ana turned it was to see her Father and grandmother in a warm embrace. She frowned and moved into the sitting room. A house elf came rushing forward, dusting off a chair for her. She smiled at the little creature as she sat down.

"Thank you," she whispered. The elf blinked and nodded.

"Of course young miss," he squeaked. "Would you like some tea?"

"And cakes," said a harsh voice coming into the room.

Ana stood up quickly as her grandfather walked into the room. The house elf bowed and rushed out of the room nervously. Ana stared at her grandfather, he never seemed to age. He also, had long blonde hair that was tied back in a low pony tail today with a black ribbon. He wore black, like he always did, making his white skin paler.

"Hello my dear Anastasia," he said taking her hand and kissing it. He kissed her forehead gently. Ana smiled at her grandfather. "I have something for you."

"Grandfather you spoil me," Ana said sitting down slowly. She always remembered to mind her manners in front of her grandfather. Lucius Malfoy may have spoiled his granddaughter, but he punished her harshly too.

He returned to her from the fireplace with a black velvet box. It was large and rectangular. Ana looked at it with peculiar eyes.

"Is it wrong for me to spoil my most beautiful granddaughter?"

"Grandfather, I'm you're only granddaughter," said Ana with a half smile as she took the box from his hand. He sat down across from her on a leather couch. The house elf walked in as quickly as possible, which wasn't very quick at all, balancing a tea tray on its head between its large ears.

"Open it Anastasia," said Lucius.

Ana looked down at the box and opened it slowly. Inside was a silver necklace with three large round diamond pendants on it. The diamond in the middle was the largest and surrounded by blood red rubies. Ana looked up at her grandfather with fake surprise.

"It's beautiful Grandfather," she whispered. "Thank you. Although, I never know when I would wear such a gem." She forced a smile. "I'm afraid to touch it. I might stain its beauty."

"Don't be ridiculous," he said getting up and coming to her. He took the necklace out of its box easily and wrapped it around her neck. Once he clasped it on he pulled her chestnut brown hair out from under the chain. "The red goes well with your hair color."

Ana looked down and touched the center gem softly.

"Your tea, young miss," squeaked the high pitched voice of the house elf.

"Thank you Dimple," she said taking the tea cup form the shaky elf. Her grandfather glared at the poor thing as he moved back to his seat on the couch.

"You are dismissed," he snapped. "Get out."

"Yes Master," Dimple said shuffling out of the sitting room.

Ana's Father and grandmother entered the room soon afterwards.

"Draco! My son!" said Lucius standing up and shaking his son's hand. He clapped his son on the back and smiled. "You must tell me everything about the business."

"Perhaps later Father," said Draco smoothly. His eyes fell on Ana as her grandmother sat down in a chair next to her. "You have been spoiling Anastasia again I see."

"She deserves it," said Lucius sitting down on the couch, his son next to him. "She is a princess why not treat her as one?"

Draco smiled. "She gets angry with me when I treat her like one."

Lucius frowned at his granddaughter.

"You'll respect your Father my dear," he said. "Or there will be harsh lessons to learn."

Ana sat for a few moments, debating what to say.

"Father teaches me those lessons grandfather," she finally whispered in reply. "I simply don't like being spoiled like a brat."

"You are no such thing," said her grandmother quickly. She poured some tea for herself and sipped it slowly. She put down the cup suddenly. "I nearly forgot, I have to go to Diagon Alley to do some shopping. Anastasia, why don't you come with me? Your father and grandfather have business to talk about. Come along…"

She stood up and moved out into the hall, calling Dimple as she went.

Anastasia removed the necklace and put it back in its black velvet box. She closed it slowly and stood up.

"Thank you again Grandfather, it really is lovely," she said walking to him. She hugged him and kissed his cheek. "I suppose we'll be back by supper." She put the box on the table next to the tea tray and walked into the entrance hall. Dimple was waiting for her with her cloak in hand.