Approaching the manor, it looked like a muggle haunted house. As they approached the front door, the Count walked in and headed for the dinning room.

"Arawen, I will have all your belongings sent to your room, and Draco, the owlry is this way. Follow me."

Hermione walked into the living room, and sprawled out on the sofa, was her lazy brother Jack. Hermione jumped on top of him and he shot straight up.

"Get off me you ungrateful wench. You think that just because dad loves you again, that you can act like the Queen of Sheba."

"Well Jack. If you didn't sit around the house lazily, Dad would be more proud of you."

Jack pushed Hermione off him onto the floor. Arawen was about to protest when Jack flew from the couch on top of her.

"Jack, get off of me."

"Arawen, did you expect I wouldn't have a problem about you taking my place away from me in father's eyes? Oh no you did."

Arawen struggled as her arms and legs were pinned to the floor. Looking up at her brother, she screamed with terror. His eyes were glowing red and his fangs were not far from her neck. Arawen got a knee free and kneed her brother in his family jewels. The Count walked in to see his son on the floor in a ball, while his daughter was cleaning up some scratches.

"Arawen, Why is your brother in the fetal position?"

"Oh that. Ummmm, He decided to pick a fight with me about being home, so I kneed him." The count just looked at his daughter and smiled thinking, "I see so much of her mother in her."