Note: Shikyo leaves to go to Hogwarts the day after New Years. I can't remember how long the break is in the books, so in my world break starts a week before Christmas and ends three weeks after. Thus, Christmas break is a month long, and since the train ride took only a few hours, Shikyo arrives 15 days into the holiday break.

Chapter 3: An Entrance

A tall man with long pale blonde hair stood alone in a hallway with a teenager of similar appearance. The man was speaking hesitantly to the younger, as if embarrassed.

He finished and waited expectantly. The younger's face lit up and he quickly stepped forward and embraced the older man. Then he stiffened. Realizing what he had done, he started to move away, but was stopped when the older man wrapped his arms around his son, a smile that completely reached his eyes on his face.

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"This is an outrage!" cried Miss Whispin.

We were inside the Headmaster's office, his name's Fumblelar or something along those lines, and I'm not impressed. Frankly, he's an old fart.

Some of us were sitting, others were not. Us included myself, Miss Whispin (one not sitting), Rikka (also standing), and Humblewart. The 'outrage' was that Krumblemor had suggested that since I would be experiencing a language change, and that since Hogwarts taught at a different pace than my old school, that I should be put in fifth year instead of sixth. I didn't think it was such a horrible thing; especially since I'm entering Hogwarts during the year instead of at the beginning.

"I honestly don't mind." I told Miss Whispin to calm her down.

"But what about your pride?! This is also a large insult to Japan's School of Magic!"

"It would be an even larger wound to my pride—which you know is non-existent—if I failed the year because I didn't know the proper material." I reasoned. For extra measure, I ordered "Miss Whispin, you will now sit down and listen to what, err, the Headmaster has to say."

Miss Whispin obeyed me, if unwillingly, and the Headmaster continued "Well, there isn't much else to say. You will sorted at the end of break, when the students return. Until then, you will stay in Gryffindor House.

"That is all I have to tell you fo-" the old fart was cut off by Lucius sweeping in through the large oak doors.

Lucius scanned the room and when he saw me he gave me a brilliant smile. He glided over to me, and to my amazement, pulled me into a tight embrace. "Thank you, Shikyo!" he said as he let me out of his arms "You were right! He's coming back home for the holidays! Thank you so much!"

I instantly knew he was talking about his son, and I reflected his smile back to him "I'm happy for you, Lucius! I'm sure you two will have much to talk about!" I knew their problem was simply one of never asking.

Lucius turned to the Headmaster "I am sorry for barging in, Headmaster" I could hear the change in tone as he addressed the Headmaster. Lucius seems to dislike him as much as do.

The idiot headmaster didn't notice "That is all right Lucius, they were just leaving anyway." The Headmaster nodded to us and said farewell.

When the great oak doors closed behind us I turned to Miss Whispin and said "I should have just let you rip his head off."

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I was at the front gate of Hogwarts with Lucius, saying goodbye. Miss Whispin had gone to set up her classroom and other rooms (Didn't I mention? She's the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher), and Rikka was wandering around the school, looking for a cozy place to sleep (the Headmaster wouldn't let him sleep with the students, despite my protests).

"Thank you again for all of your help" Lucius said, bowing. From the expressions on the few students surrounding us and the couple of gasps, I confirmed that it wasn't normal for Lucius to act so gracious in public. I grinned.

"It's fine, Lucius. It's the least I could do for you, considering that you bought me a whole shop space." He smiled; a collective gasp. Oh I'm good at this.

Lucius glared at the student body and they quickly went about their business "Honestly, show a little positive emotion and the world falls to pieces."

"If you don't give a damn about what people think of you, than it can be quite entertaining to watch their emotions. Although, I can kind of see why they would be surprised; from the way I've seen you act when speaking to people other than me you appear to be a cold-blooded snake."

He blushed slightly; I wonder why "I guess I do act differently around others, but people can be so irritating sometimes. I just get along really well with you. I guess I'd started to view everyone else as incompetent fools."

"Well, you're not that far off. Most of the world's population are fools; that is why we have wars."

Lucius smirked and leaned over, taking my hand and bringing it to his lips "Thank you for your time, Lady Death, and I hope you have an enjoyable Christmas."

I smirked back "How English of you. Very well, I hope your Christmas is also enjoyable." I lifted his chin so he was looking me in the eye "And, while I am pleased that you will be spending time with your son, I do hope you won't forget about your gorgeous wife."

"I have told you nothing of my wife. For all you know she could be a nasty old scrooge."

"Yes, but I have a hunch, and my hunches have yet to be wrong."

He let out a small laugh, and then looked surprised at himself "Your hunches are still correct; my wife is very gorgeous, and she won't be losing any attention; she'll probably get even more from my son."

"Ah, yes. The infamous Lucius's Son; will I ever meet this mysterious character?"

"Eventually, I'm sure" said Lucius "You strike me as Slytherin material; you'll probably end up in the same House as him"

"I can hardly wait" I smiled "Goodbye, Lucius"

"Farewell, Shikyo" Lucius walked out of the gates and apparated away.

I turned to face Hogwarts. It was quite the scary place if you really looked at it, but it had an ambiance to it that suited me perfectly. This was going to be an interesting year.

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Because I said I was going to have a male POV in this story and haven't yet, (I really intended to) I'm putting a short bit of story from the male's POV next.

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I ran frantically around my room, gathering things and putting them into a large bag I had unearthed from under my bed. I could still barely believe it; my father had asked if I wanted to go home with him for Christmas! Since I started at Hogwarts, I had spent only one Christmas with my family, and that was only because of a political event I had to attend.

And my father had shown emotion besides disdain; he had blushed—blushed!—and hugged me! Okay, I hugged him first, but he still hugged back! That has to mean something. I have spent years trying to get his attention, and he has finally asked me to do something that would not help him publically; he asked me to do something purely because he wanted me to. Something for him. He even said 'would you do it for me?'! I wonder what caused him to ask me; no, I don't need to know. I'm just happy that he asked.

I closed the bag and ran towards the door, only to stop in front of my full-length mirror. I stared at my pale blonde hair and pale grey eyes, both even paler than my father's. My hair had just gotten past my shoulders this year. People have told me that it's amazing how similar my father and I look. I can't help but wonder how similar we are mentally. Maybe I'll find out during the coming break.

I walked out of my room and locked the door with both magic and a key. The last time I left my room unsecure Peeves managed to wreck it. I still haven't found all of my books. I put my wand away and tried to turn around, but instead I tripped over something and fell to the ground.

I swore loudly as I untangled myself from my robes and turned to see what had tripped me. My eyes widened when I saw a little boy rocking back and forth, his head in his hands. My jaw dropped when the boy cursed the longest string of foul curses I had heard in my life. When the boy finished he glared up at me with gold eyes through brown bangs. Or were they dark gold bangs? I couldn't tell; every time the boy moved even slightly they seemed to change to a different shade of brown.

"You kicked me!" He shouted

I blinked "What?"

"You kicked me in the head, you blundering idiot!" the boy rose to his feet "What are you going to do as an apology?!" he asked.

I scowled "Apologize? What for? You're the one who got under my feet!" I didn't feel sorry even a little for this little brat; he probably deserved the kick in the head anyway.

The boy smirked "Fine then, pretty boy. If you won't apologize, I'll just have to take this!" The boy jumped toward me and before I could react, he had slipped his hand into my pocket and pulled out my wand. He laughed in my face "This thing is important to you wizard people, right? You're as good as a muggle without it? I don't see why humans put such stock into something so easily misplaced."

I quickly grabbed the boy's hand that was holding my wand "Give that back!"

The boy stiffened and bent down over my forearm. And then he bit me. He bit me! I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. It hurt like hell, but I would not scream. Malfoys don't scream. But I did let go.

The boy leaped away, out of my reach. He smirked again and examined my wand "It's certainly not as pretty as Imouto's, but I think I'll keep it anyway." He put my wand into a pocket somewhere in his cloak "You might get it back, but only if you can find M'lady Death." Out of nowhere a harsh gust of wind blew into my face, forcing my eyes closed. When I could open them, the boy was gone.

I just sat there, gripping my bleeding arm, staring down the hallway.

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Note: Again, I don't know how they do it in the books, but in my version of Hogwarts the way the students' rooms are arranged varies between the four Houses.

Slytherin: Two students share one medium room

Gryffindor: Four people share one large room

Ravenclaw: Three people share one large room

Hufflepuff: Five people share one large room.

The number of students in each room is based on how I see the four houses. Slytherins are very personal so there are fewer students per room, Hufflepuffs like being around people so there are many students per room, etc. There are an odd number of Slytherins, so Draco has one room all to himself.

I know that the way I have Lucius act is way off everything he has ever been described in, but it's part of what Shikyo does in the story; she brings out emotions and parts of people they thought they didn't have, be they positive or negative things.