For the most parts of the next months I rented myself a room in one of the most adequate hotels the magic community of Paris had to offer. It wasn't too well known so nobody even tried to find me. I didn't stay in contact to anyone, mostly avoiding going out besides the quarters around my hotel.
A fresh breeze of air gently touched my face as I opened my bedroom window and looked at the same old exterior wall as I did yesterday. It was a very peaceful moment until I heard an owls' cry coming from my left. I looked over and spotted a very plain looking owl that sat in front of the one window I hadn't opened yet. It had a letter in his bill. I went over and opened the window to pet the owl. It cuddled itself into my open palm and let me take the letter. There wasn't an addressor on it nor was there any sign of the owls' owner so I decided that it would be best to just read the letter.
It seemed to be a newspaper cut out and a note attached to it.
"Figured you would like to be informed. S.B.", Ah, Sirius had sent the letter, no wonder he didn't send it under his name as he was still a wanted man. I carelessly tossed the note aside and unfolded the newspaper cut- out.

"Abraxas Malfoy: Dead!
In the early mornings of the 26th of August the News reached the Daily Prophet that the great Abraxas Malfoy has been declared dead.
His untimely death has been caused by an extreme form of dragon pox.
(21st may 1919- 16th august 1996)
He will forever be remembered by his great achievements as a loyal member of society, serving in the Wizengamot, as a powerful businessman and a loving father and grandfather.
Our deepest condolences go out to his grieving family."

My father was dead and no one bothered to inform me. Not my sister- in- law Narcissa or her son, Draco. I felt hurt but thankful to Sirius that he at least thought of telling me.
There wasn't any date mentioned that would give away the location and time of his funeral but I highly doubted that I'd be welcomed anyway.
I cried a few tears: I wasn't his daughter anymore anyway. I was a bloodtraitor now.
They didn't even inform me about his sickness in the first place. It truly came as a shock, but I wasn't too close to my father, he always preferred my brother, the heir.
When I was younger he always went off to work early in the mornings and came back late to the point where I already had gone to bed. In the summers I came back from Hogwarts he would educate my brother on subjects that "Do not concern young woman or woman in general" and send me away. I mostly spend my days with my mother or reading in our library. I also spent a lot of time with my friends: Josephine and Ada. Josephine was later married off to Ignatius Nott and gave birth to their son Theodore before passing away. Ada Bulstrode on the other hand became a professor at Koldovstoretz wizarding school in Russia, I still visit her from time to time.
But still... I should return to England, I thought, my father deserved to have at least one of his children mourn for him and it had to be me as my brother had been locked away.
I turned the note from Sirius around and summoned a pen, writing down on the paper:

"Prepare a room for me.
I will return.
S.E. Malfoy."

And half an hour later, I was back in London.

"Sirius! There's someone at the door that demands to be let in. Doesn't know the password though! What should I do?", I heard a young females voice call out from the other side of the door. I huffed in frustration… Did the stupid owl not arrive yet? Finally there were footsteps to be heard.
"Thank you Hermione, I will take it from here", I heard Sirius' voice. Seconds later the door swept open and the black- haired man stared back at me.
"What are you doing here?", he asked me.
"I sent an owl; I am planning to stay for a bit. Thank you for informing me about my father's passing, I wouldn't have known otherwise.", I told him kindly and he gestured for me to go inside.
There was definitely more of a noise than there was last time. I suddenly saw a flash of red hair and only a split of a second later another red haired boy appearing in front of me.
"Look George! There's a new lady here…"
"Yes, indeed Fred! Sirius, what a lovely companion have you brought to us"
"How nice to would be if you could introduce her to us-"
"Or we will just do it!", The one that seems to be George said. I felt highly irritated as I did not want to be introduced to those two. Who even talks like that? And who disapparates indoors, can't they behave themselves?... And as if Mrs. Weasley could read my mind I saw her appear from around the corner, wielding a towel in her hand and shouting out: "I can't believe you two! Stop apparating inside, stop it! Just because you are now of age doesn't mean that you can behave how you please! This s not your home!", she called them out. I doubted that they would listen to hear, their faces only looked more entertained by their supposed wrongdoings.
I was pulled out of my thoughts as the older Weasley woman turned to me.
"Oh Ms Malfoy, darling, how are you? I didn't knew that you would join us here", She said and I heard Sirius mumble something that sounded a lot like "I didn't either.", "When did you arrive? Oh if I had known I would have prepared more food, are you hungry?"
I wasn't used to be mothered like that, especially considering my age. I cleared my throat and very awkwardly greeted her.
"Yes, Mrs. Weasley, I will be joining you for a while. I doesn't matter how much food you have prepared. It is very kind of you to think of me but I prefer to tend to myself now."
I continued down the hallway and heard the two young boys whisper about me and my family. Rude.
"Kreacher!",I called out and he came running," Prepare Regulus Bedroom for me and then you will prepare me something to eat, did I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Ms Malfoy!", he cried out and shuffled away. I carelessly shoved my still dripping umbrella into a corner. That bloody English weather.
"I swear I haven't had someone roam this floors quite as determined since my mother has been living here", Sirius told the Weasley woman, "Sybill where are you going?", he tried to catch up to me.
"To the kitchen, I have to wait somewhere until Kreacher has prepared my room. My luggage is still outside Sirius, I'd be thankful if that would no longer be the case."
I headed down the corridor still remembering where the kitchen was as it hadn't been to long since I had been interrogated in it.
I swept open the doors and made my entrance. Much to my astonishment, the kitchen wasn't empty.
Inside where quite a few people, some I recognised, some I didn't. Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, the niece of my sister in law that was never considered a part of the family. Another Red head. Another one. A brown bushy haired female and one boy I recognised as Harry Potter.
They all laid their eyes on me and I, again, cleared my throat.
"Lupin. Isn't it a bit dangerous to hide the Potter at such an obvious place as Sirius home?", I asked.
"Well no, Malfoy. It appears that it is not well known that Sirius resides here and besides that, it is the headquarter of the order of the phoenix.", he replied a little smugly which had Tonks laughing. I shot her a dirty glance and wanted to retort something but was interrupted by one of the red heads.
"You're a Malfoy!", he cried out, "But you helped us at the ministry!".
"Ron!", the other female called him out and turned to me, "I am so sorry for him! My name is Hermione Granger and it's a pleasure-"

"How would you know it is a pleasure! The Malfoys are all death eaters! Remus, do something!", the boy who is named Ron continued and I could see a bemused expression on Lupins face. He was enjoying this.
"- As I said, it is a pleasure to meet you. Thanks a lot for your help back in June.", the girl continued in a much harsher intonation. I had to chuckle a little bit.
"Yes, I am a Malfoy.", I replied to the Weasleys outburst. "And you're very mistaking in considering me a death eater. Much to the contrary: I believe I am now considered a blood traitor. You must be familiar with that term..?"
"Sybill!", Sirius called out appalled but I waved him off not even bothering to look at him as I continued speaking to the young red head that now angrily stared back at me, his head turning red in rage.
"- You kind of remind me of a young witch you might be familiar with? Pansy Parkinson.. Did you ever hear of her? She also seems to be a little slow and prejudiced… I believe that if you will ever talk to her you'll find out you have a lot in common as it seems."
The boy seemed ready to explode and his mother and brothers also looked at me with a range of emotions from amused, in the twins' case, to flabbergasted, in the elder boys face, to enrage in his mother's case.
You could have cut the tension with a knife until Potter took to speaking up.
"Um.. I am Harry, nice to meet you." He offered me his hand, "Thank you for saving Sirius."
I decided that maybe If I wanted to stay here I needed to show a bit of emollience.
"Yes, I have heard of you, Potter. You always seem to destroy my dear nephews hopes of earning the Quidditch cup.", I said and shook his hand. He seemed to be surprised to be mentioned in the context of Quidditch instead of the Dark Lord. I then turned to the young girl and introduced myself to her.
"Hello Ms Granger. Are you in any relation to Hector Dagworth- Granger? He was a potioneer extraordinaire!", I smiled at her which seemed to make her very uncomfortable.
"No… I am a muggleborn witch.", she said shyly and my smile disappeared. I didn't comment on it but I also didn't really get a chance to do so as Sirius shooed me out of the room, probably thinking I would jump on the young witch.
"I think Kreacher just finished your room!", he said as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me in the direction of the staircase.

"What were you thinking showing up like that!.. And then causing such a scene! Sybill, have you lost your mind!", he growled at me.
"Well no, I didn't lose my mind just yet. Am I not allowed to defend myself against prejudice? And for your information, I wanted to return to go mourn my fathers' death."
That seemed to catch him off-guard. I guess he could somehow sympathise with that as he also missed his parents passing. I reckon even if you didn't have the best relationship to your parents, you'll mourn and miss them anyway.
"Oh.", was the only thing he said as we walked into the prepared room. My luggage was standing there, dried off and ready for me to unpack. I wanted to do just that but Sirius didn'ts how any signs to be thinking of leaving.
"Can I be to your service in any other way?", I asked and raised my eyebrow at him.
He seemed a bit guarded but desperate to talk about something. I didn't want to witness his pitiful stammering, so I just told him to "spit it out!"
"Draco's a death eater."
And just like that I gave up any hope in Narcissa to be reasonable and decided to go get my godson and nephew back.

Thank you for reading the fourth chapter of Sybills' story.