A/N This chapter is dedicated to BringAttentionToTheMatter for reviewing this story first (And bringing attention to a typo in chapter one - pun intended.)

I found out that Ginny was very clumsy, she would knock things over frequently. About a week later school letters arrived, Mother had tried to forward mine to the Greengrass residence but Dobby had quickly sent it to me luckily.
It told us to catch the train on September first and had a list of new books we need.

'The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2' by Miranda Goshawk
'Break with a Banshee' by Gilderoy Lockhart
'Gadding with Ghouls' by Gilderoy Lockhart
'Holidays with Hags' by Gilderoy Lockhart
'Travels with Trolls' by Gilderoy Lockhart
'Voyages with Vampires' by Gilderoy Lockhart
'Wanderings withe Werewolves' by Gilderoy Lockhart
'Year with the Yeti' by Gilderoy Lockhart

Great. Gilderoy Lockhart, the Defence teacher will be some swooning witch. Fred had the same idea.
Percy entered the kitchen "Morning all, lovely day."

He sat down in the remaining chair and leapt up immediately. He pulled out a very ill looking grey, moulting owl.
Ron said "Errol! Finally - he's got Hermione's answer. I write to her saying we were going to try and rescue her from the Dursleys." He carried Errol to a perch near the door, but he flopped over and Ron put Errol on the draining board.

He ripped open the letter and read it out loud.

"Dear Ron, Nash, and Harry if you're there,
I hope everything went all right and that Harry is OK and that you didn't do anything illegal to get him out, Ron, because that would get Harry into trouble, too. I've been really worried and if Harry is all right, will you please let me know at once, but perhaps it would be better if you used a different owl, because I think another delivery might finish your one off.
I'm very busy with school work, of course -

"How can she be? We're on holiday!

" - and we're going to London next Wednesday to buy my new books. Why don't we meet in Diagon Alley?
Let me know what's happening as soon as you can, love from Hermione."

Mrs Weasley started to clear the table "Well, that fits nicely, we can go and get all your things then, too. What're you all up to today?"

Five minutes later Harry, Ron, Fred, George and I were marching up the hill to the small paddock the Weasleys owned. It was surrounded by trees that blocked it from view of the village below, meaning we could practice Quidditch there as long as we didn't fly too high. We didn't use real Quidditch balls, it would be hard to explain if they escaped and flew away over the village; instead they threw apples as I studied their flying more.

They took turns on Harry's Nimbus and my Cleansweep; Ron's old Shooting Star was often outstripped by passing butterflies. We had asked Percy if he wanted to join us, but he said he was busy. I had only seen Percy at meal times and when I arrived; he stayed shut up in his room the rest of the time.

Fred frowned "Wish I knew what he was up to. He's not himself. His exam results came the day Nash did; twelve Os. and he hardly gloated at all."

Harry looked confused, George said "Ordinary Wizarding Levels. Bill got twelve, too. If we're not careful, we'll have another Head Boy in the family. I don't think I could stand the shame."

Bill was the oldest Weasley child, he and Charlie had already left school. Harry and I had never met wither of them, but I knew Charlie was in Romania, studying dragons, and Bill in Egypt, working for Gringotts."

After a while George said "Dunno how Mum and Dad are going to afford all our school stuff this year. Five sets of Lockhart books! And Ginny needs robes and a wand and everything..."

I said nothing. It was quite awkward. They all know I come from a very rich wizarding family. To myself I probably had more than their entire family.

Mrs Weasley woke us up early the following Wednesday. After a quick half-a-dozen bacon sandwiches each I pulled on my coat - Hermione told me I looked like some fictional character in a muggle book, I think his name was Sherlock Holmes. Mrs Weasley took a flower pot off the kitchen mantelpiece and peered inside.

She sighed. "We're running low, Arthur. We'll have to buy some more today... ah well, guest first! After you, Harry, dear!" She offered him the flower pot.

He stared at her. "W-what am I supposed to do?"

"He's never travelled by Floo powder." I said.

"Sorry, Harry, I forgot." Ron said.

Mr Weasley said "Never? But how did you get to Diagon Alley to buy your school things last year?"

"I went on the Underground-"

Mr Weasley said eagerly "Really? Were there escapators? How exactly-"

Mrs Weasley said "Not now, Arthur. Floo powder's a lot quicker, dear, but goodness me, if you've never used it before-"

"He'll be alright, Mum. Harry, watch us first." Fred said, he took a pinch of Floo powder, stepped into the fire and dropped it in the flames. The fire turned emerald green and rose above Fred's head who shouted "Diagon Alley!" He vanished.

"You must speak clearly, dear." Mrs Weasley said to Harry. George dipped his hand into the flower pot. "And mind you get out the right grate..."

"The right what?" Harry said as George whipped out of sight too.

"Well, there are an awful lot of wizard fires to choose from, you know, but as long as you've spoken clearly -"

Mr Weasley helped himself to Floo powder "He'll be fine, Molly, don't fuss."

"But dear, if he got lost, how would we ever explain to his aunt and uncle?"

Harry said "They wouldn't mind. Dudley would think it was a brilliant joke if I got lost up a chimney, don't worry about that."

Mrs Weasley said "Well... alright... you go after Arthur. Now, when you get into the fire, say where you're going -"

"And keep your elbows tucked in." Ron advised.

"And your eyes shut. The soot -" Mrs Weasley said.

"Don't fidget, or you might well fall out of the wrong fireplace -"

"But don't panic and get out too early, wait until you see Fred and George."

Harry took a pinch of Floo powder and walked to the edge of the fire. He took a deep breath, scattered the powder in the flames and stepped forward.

"D-Dia-gon Alley." He coughed. He disappeared.

"Now, Nash, I assume you know how to use Floo powder." Mrs Weasley said.
I nodded.

"Do you want to go next, or should Ron?"

"Ron can, I need to do up my coat." I said.

Ron vanished moments later. My coat was now done up.

"Go now Nash." Mrs Weasley held out the pot.
I took a pinch and said "Diagon Alley."

I saw Draco in a grate and stepped out in curiosity.

I landed in a heap next to - Harry.

"Nash? What are you doing here?" He whispered.

"I saw my twin, what are you doing here?" I interrogated.

"Doesn't matter, get in the cabinet." Harry said pointing to a large black cabinet.

"Touch nothing, Draco." I heard my father say.
I dashed to the cabinet and we shot inside.

Draco was looking at a glass eye "I thought you were going to buy me a present."

"I said I would buy you a racing broom." Ah, so Father finally gave in.

Draco sulked "What's the good of that if I'm not in the house team? Harry Potter got a Nimbus Two Thousand last year. Special permission from Dumbledore so he could play for Gryffindor. He's not even that good, it's just because he's famous... famous for having a stupid scar on his forehead..." Draco bent down to examine a shelf of skulls. "... everyone thinks he's so smart, wonderful Potter with his scar and his broomstick -"

Father said with a quelling loom at my twin "You have already told me this this at least a dozen times already, and I would remind you that it is not - prudent - to appear less than fond of Harry Potter, not when most of our kind regard him as the hero who made the Dark Lord disappear - ah, Mr Borgin."

A stooped man appeared behind the counter, smoothing his greasy hair back from his face.
"Mr Malfoy, what a pleasure to see you again. Delighted - and young Master Malfoy, too - charmed. How may I be of assistance? I must show you, just in today, and very reasonably priced-" said Borgin with a voice as oily as his hair.

"I'm not buying today, Mr Borgin, but selling." Father said.

Borgin's smile faded slightly "Selling?"

Father took a roll of parchment and unravelled it for Borgin to read "You have heard, of course, that the Ministry is conducting more raids. I have a few - ah - items at home that might embarrass me, if the Ministry were to call..."

Borgin fixed a pince-nez to his nose and looked at the list.
"The Ministry wouldn't presume to trouble you, sir, surely?"

My Father's lip curled "I have not been visited yet. The name Malfoy still commands a certain respect, yet the Ministry grows ever more meddlesome. There are rumours about a new Muggle Protection Act - no doubt that flea-bitten, Muggle-living fool Arthur Weasley is behind it - " I flushed with anger " - and as you see, certain of these poisons might make it appear - "

"I understand, sir, of course. Let me see..." said Borgin.

"Can I have that?" Draco interrupted pointing to a withered hand on a cushion.

Borgin scurried over to Draco "Ah, the Hand of Glory! Insert a candle and it gives light only to the holder! Best friend of thieves and plunderers! Your son has fine taste, sir."

"I hope my son will amount to more than a thief or plunderer, Borgin." Father said coldly.

Borgin said quickly "No offense, sir, no offense meant - "

"Though if his school marks don't pick up, that may indeed be all he is fit for." Father said more coldly still.

Draco retorted "It's not my fault. The teachers all have favourites-"

"I would have thought you'd be ashamed that your own sister had beaten you in every exam." Father snapped.
I always knew that Draco was Father's favourite, the oldest, the heir, but for him to be angry that I beat him in tests... I thought he was proud, Mother was.

Borgin said "It's the same all over. Wizard blood is counting for less everywhere-"

Father's nostrils flared "Not with me."

Borgin bowed deeply. "No, sir, nor with me, sir."

"In that case, perhaps we can return to my list. I am in something of a hurry, Borgin, I have important business elsewhere today."
They haggled, Draco drew nearer and nearer to our hiding place. He examined a few objects and turned to the cabinet. He walked forward and stretched out his hand for the handle.

Father said from the counter "Done. Come, Draco!"
Harry wiped his sleeve on his forehead and Draco walked away.

"Good day to you, Borgin, I'll expect you at the Manor tomorrow to pick up the goods."

The moment the door closed Borgin muttered. "Good day yourself, Mister Malfoy, and if the stories are true, you haven't sold me half of what's hidden in your Manor..."

I tried to push open the door but Harry stopped me. "How dare he - what stories? - That slimey git - I-" I said angrily.

"Nash. Not the time, where are we?" Harry said.

"Knockturn Alley" I said. "Father comes here all the time."

Harry clutched at his glasses, I quickly muttered "Occulus Reparo"

We emerged in a the alleyway, I set off with Harry behind me. He was staring oddly at a the shops. You shouldn't hang around too much in Knockturn Alley.
We got out of the Alley and I Scourified both Harry and I, we were covered in Floo powder.

I heard "Harry! Nash! Over here!" It was Hermione.
She was at the steps of Gringotts and ran down to meet us.

I hugged her and she said. "Oh, it's wonderful to see you two again... Are you coming into Gringotts, Harry?"

"As soon as we've found the Weasleys." I said.

We didn't have to wait long. Sprinting up the crowded street were Ron, Fred, George, Percy and Mr Weasley.
Mr Weasley panted "Harry, Nash. We hoped you'd only gone one grate too far... Molly's frantic - she's coming now."

"Where did you come out?" Ron said.

"Knockturn Alley." I shrugged.

"Brilliant!" The twins said together.

"We've never been allowed in. Mum said Nash did fine, what happened?" Ron said.

"I saw Harry, so I hopped out." I said.

Mrs Weasley galloped into view with her handbag in one hand and Ginny's hand in the other.
"Oh, Harry, Nash - oh, my dear - you could have been anywhere." She said.

Ginny said to me "Mum told us that you were fine, where were you?" She started sobbing.

"Oh, Gin! I saw Harry! So I got out! I go to Knockturn Alley with Father all the time, it's no big deal, you just don't linger around." I said passing her a handkerchief from my pocket.

"K-Knockturn Alley!" Another wave of tears came and eventually stopped.

"Guess who we saw in Knockturn Alley." Harry said pulling me to Hermione and Ron. "Malfoy and his Father."

"Did Lucius Malfoy buy anything?" Mr Weasley said sharply. I stayed silent. Everyone obviously hated my family.

"No, he was selling." Harry said.

"Harry, it's my Father's business not yours!" I said scowling at everyone. "Sorry." I said to Ginny who was on the verge of tears still.

"So he's worried. Oh, I'd love to get Lucius Malfoy for something..." said Mr Weasley.
I gasped with rage.

"You be careful, Arthur. That family's trouble, don't go biting off more than you can chew." Mrs Weasley said.

I huffed. "No matter how much I like you Weasleys, you cannot just - just offend my family so - so bluntly!" I said angrily.
Mr Weasley was not listening, he had run over to Hermione's parents.

I sighed "See you in a bit, I'm need to let off my steam." I walked over to the front desk and said "I'd like to go into my vault, Nash Malfoy, number 573."

Harry was behind me "I'll come too, Harry Potter." We placed our keys on the desk. The goblin smiled.

As we drove through the bank we talked. "Harry, I know you hate - no, despise - my twin, but he is my family! He is my brother! I don't know what I'd without him, so please, stop, stop hating him in front of me. At least try. It's bad enough my best friends hate my brother, but the nicest family I have ever met also hate my Father-"

"Nash-"

"No Harry, don't you see? I just found out that my Father doesn't care about how hard I study, how talented I am, what I do. He wants his heir to be the best, even if that means beating his daughter. He wants Draco to beat me, just because of a few minutes inbetween our births, not even that, just because of my gender!" I ranted.

"Nash we're at you vault!" Harry said.

I huffed and took a deep breath, I filled my purse with a few handfuls of golden Galleons, barely scratching the surface of the mounds in my vault.

"Sorry, I needed to let off steam, you're in the firing line." I said as we got back into the cart.

At Harry's vault he said "I like going to Gringotts with you, it was so embarrassing when George was talking about how Mr and Mrs Weasley were going to afford this years school equipment." He sighed. "That sounds so stuck up."

"You're talking about being stuck up to a Malfoy?" I smirked.

He laughed. I was back in a good mood. Outside Gringotts the Weasley clan separated. Ron and Harry went off and I introduced Hermione to Ginny. I promised Mrs Weasley that we would get her school equipment. We did that first. I bought us ice-creams and Hermione and Ginny were now friends, which was good considering they are two of my best friends. I was testing out spells on my hair from Pansy's book, first I tried Hermione's, then Ginny's. I undid my bushy, orange hair before we headed to Florish and Blotts.

On the window it said:

'GILDEROY LOCKHART
will be signing copies of his autobiography
MAGICAL ME
today 12:30 - 4:30pm'

Hermione squealed "We can actually meet him! I mean, he's written almost the whole booklist!"

The crowd in the store seemed to be made up mostly of witches around Mrs Weasley's age. A harassed-looking wizard stood at the door, saying "Calmly, please ladies... don't push, there... mind the books, now..."

I shot him a pityful smile before we squeezed in. Harry and Ron were now behind us.
We each grabbed a copy of 'Break with a Banshee' and sneaked in line with the rest of the Weasleys and Mr and Mrs Granger.

Mrs Weasley sounded breathless and patted her hair "Oh, there you are, good. We'll be able to see him in a minute."
Slowly Gilderoy Lockhart came into view. He sat at a table surrounded by large pictures of his own winking and smiling face. Lockhart wore forget-me-not coloured robes to match his eyes and a pointed wizard's hat set at a jaunty angle on his wavy hair.

A short, irritable-looking was dancing around taking photos with a large black camera emitting purple puffs of smoke with every flash.
He snarled at Ron as he moved to the back to get a better shot and stood on Ron's foot. "Out the way, there. This is for the Daily Prophet."

Ron said "Big Deal."

Lockhart heard him and looked over. He saw Ron - and then he saw Harry. He stared, leapt to his feet and politically shouted "It can't be Harry Potter?"

The crowd parted, whispering excitedly. Oh no. Lockhart dived for Harry, seized his arm and pulled him to the front. The crowd burst into applause. Harry's race burned with embarrassed as Lockhart shook his hand for the Photographer, I was just glad I's Scourgified him earlier. The Photographer was clicking madly and thick smoke covered us.

When Lockhart finally let go of Harry's hand he tried to come over to us but Lockhart threw an arm over Harry's shoulders and pulled Harry to his side.

Lockhart waved for quiet and said loudly "Ladies and Gentlemen, what an extraordinary moment this is! The perfect moment for me to make a little announcement I've been sitting on for some time!

"When young Harry here stepped into Flourish and Blotts today, he only wanted to buy my autobiography - which I shall be happy to present him now, free of charge, he had no idea that he would shortly be getting much, much more than my book, 'Magical Me'. He and his school fellows will, in fact, be getting the real, magical me. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have great pleasure and pride announcing that, this September, I will be taking up the post of Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

I inwardly groaned. Then I spotted Draco. Over near Ginny. As much as I wanted to help her I can't let him see me.

I hissed "Hermione, I'm going to find Ginny, you go that way." I pushed her in the rough direction of Ginny and pushed myself up the stairs. I stood directly above Draco and Ginny eventually. Harry, Ron , Hermione, Mrs Weasley, Fred, George and my Father were all over there too.

Suddenly Mrs Weasley dived at my Father. I gasped as dozens of spellbooks fell off the shelves.
Mrs Weasley shrieked "No, Arthur, no!"

The crowd retreated backwards knocking more shelves over. The assistant cried "Gentlemen, please - please! Break it up, there, gents, break it up-"
Hagrid was wading through the crowd and books. He instantly pulled Father and Mr Weasley apart. Mr Weasley had a cut lip and Father had been hit in the eye by a book. He was holding a book, I presume Ginny's as he thrust it at her "Here, girl - take your book - it's the best your father can give you-"

He pulled himself out of Hagrid's grip, he and Draco swept out of the shop.

Hagrid said "Yer should've ignored him, Arthur. Rotten ter the core, the whole family, everyone knows that. No Malfoy's worth listenin' ter. Bad blood, that's what it is. Come on now - let's get out of here."

I stood there looking at the mess of the shop, my eyes had glazed over with tears. How could Hagrid say something like that? Am I really rotten to the core? I'm just another Malfoy to them, I have 'bad blood', right?

My Father doesn't love me, and my friends hate me.
I didn't even get to talk to the Grangers, my supposed best friend's parents.

I bought the rest of my school equipment in Diagon Alley with a glum look on my face.
When my bag with the Malfoy crest on was filled with what I needed next term I muttered "Dobby."
He popped out of nowhere and took me to the Weasleys.