Victoria's Pov.

This past two months had been extremely hard. I felt like I was alone. Nobody really understood me and they were making everything worse.

"Victoria". Professor McGonagall said stopping my train of thoughts.

I nodded, letting her know I heard her, I hadn't said a word to anyone yet.

"Please stay a few minutes, I need a word with you."

I hadn't even noticed my classmates were putting their things back in their bags and exiting the classroom.

"Victoria, I know this is really hard for you but can't keep doing this". she said pointing to the right corner of the last homework I had given her.

In every homework I had done and every single test I had done, I had written my name as 'Victoria Malfoy' I was really tempted to write Annabelle or just Anna Malfoy, but then, they wouldn't know who I was so they wouldn't give me the grade.

McGonagall talked to me for an hour, not just a few minutes like she had said. She was the head of my house, so she probably felt like it was her duty to talk to me about my attitude.

I walked out of the Transfiguration classroom, missing charms. That meant it was lunch time.

I had started to eat without having one of the Weasleys having to feed me.

I liked meal times because I would see Draco. He still hadn't spoken to me, or even dared to looked at me, which broke my heart into more pieces.

How would I want to eat, when you are too numb to feel anything, even hunger? My new house, (not home) made me sick. Every time someone called me Emily, Victoria or Weasley made me sick of my stomach as well. My head was to busy thinking if this was a mistake and if I would ever be able to see my family again. I had no time or wants of food in this state.

I took a few bites of my meal before running back to the common room. I had homework to do, but something was bothering me, something I needed to get out.

Everyday I would write Draco, MY brother a letter, telling him about my day, and writing down how I felt. I had every single letter with me, since I hadn't had the courage to send them.

I also wrote every now and then a letter to my parents. My father had said it was better if we didn't write each other. They said is not good for us, but it actually made me feel so much better writing to them.

Dear Dad and Mum,

I know I shouldn't be writing to you, but I need to, is my only way to have a contact with you and from going totally insane.

As you could expect, I'm top of my class still, and do extra work just in case.

I haven't told you this but I haven't talked since the last day I saw you, I just can't bring myself to do it, that's why I need to write you and tell you about me.

I wish Draco would at least see me, but is like I don't exist for him anymore.

People can say I'm a Potter or a Weasley, or anything else but I'll always be a Malfoy. No matter what they say.

I was really lucky I just got to spend a few days with them before I came to school, but I can't stop thinking about when I will have to go back there on Christmas or when school ends.

It was a living hell, and still is. Sometimes I hope I will just wake up for this nightmare but that won't happen right?

I love you mum, dad. And please tell Draco I love him, you ARE my family and always be.

Annabelle.

I really wanted to tell my parents how I felt, but I could only bring myself to tell them some things. I had asked them before if they can do anything, and take me back with them, but they said they can't.

Sometimes I felt like screaming, sometimes like crying. But I just closed my eyes and told myself tomorrow will be better, but the more I say it, the less I believe it.

I was walking to the common room one day of December when I heard someone crying. It came from the boys' bathroom. Something inside me made me walk in.

And I was shocked by what I saw. It was Draco, crying like I had never seen him before.

"Draco." I said, it actually felt funny to talk after so many time. I didn't even remember how my voice sounded, but I was sure it didn't sound like this. It sounded now like if I had a really bad cold.

"Anna". He whispered. He had a surprised look for just a few seconds.

I ran to him and hugged him tightly. Like if I was going to lose him if I loosen my grip.

"I'm sorry". he whispered again. "I just can't bare to look at you without my heart breaking".

By this time, tears were falling down my own face.

"But I'm never going to leave you". he said looking at me. "I'm your older brother, I'm supposed to take care of you".

Draco and I cried for hours, he rocked me, while holding me in his arms. I felt safe and untouchable, like if I was with him, the Weasleys couldn't drag me back with them.

I also felt me, Annabelle, again. Even when our father would punish us for crying like babies, I felt strong, powerful, I felt a Malfoy again.

After my talk with McGonagall I had stopped to write my name as Victoria Malfoy, and just wrote Victoria, or Emily Victoria if it was a test.

It had been almost a month since I broke down in front of Harry, one of my many brothers. And he somehow figured out my only way of communication now was by writing letters.

So he had written me a few really detailed letters. I knew I had given a huge step by replying him, even when my letter had no more than twenty words.

He would write funny things, his feeling, his past, how he met my other brother Ron, and other things about his life.

His letter made me feel like someone actually cared, that I was not alone.

Tomorrow we would go to our houses for Christmas. I wasn't really looking forward to it.

I had to face my so-called-biological-mother and her husband for an entire week.