Summary: No knows what happened inside that room, no one but Kira Malfoy…the supposed daughter of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy…and the Dark Lord. She's relieved when she is asked to attend Hogwarts away from Him. The Slytherin girl soon learns that there's more to life than being used and re-used when she falls in love with a certain Gryffindor, and not just any Gryffindor...a Weasley.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter.

"What did you say to Lucius?"

"Don't you mean 'dad'?" Draco retorted.

I had cornered him in the middle of the hall after my History of Magic class, deciding that now was as good a time as ever to interrogate him about the letter from my supposed father.

I frowned, "No, I do not. He's no father of mine. You should know better than most, that Lucius doesn't treat me like any daughter of his. If he did…" I sighed, feeling perturbed, a lot of things would be different.

"Have you lost weight?" A flash of concern flickered briefly across Draco's expression, "I don't think it's healthy for girls to lose weight when they're pregnant."

"Don't change the subject." I replied shortly, "What did you say to Lucius?"

"Screw dad," He grit his teeth and spoke in a hushed tone so that only I could hear him, "Personally, I don't care what happens to that." He pointed to my stomach. "But something could happen to you if you don't take proper care of that thing."

"I am absolutely fine."

"No you're not, you look exhausted and sickly."

I swallowed, "Well Madam Pomfrey says I'm perfectly healthy." Even to my own ears that sounded like total bull.

"Lies." Draco narrowed his eyes, "I bet she told you the same thing as me. What did you have for breakfast?"

"I had…some eggs." The same eggs that I distinctly remember choking up later. I couldn't wait till I stopped getting sick due to this little monster. "Please, let's just drop this subject."

But he persisted, "When was the last time you went out and got some fresh air?"

I sighed, Draco being concerned could be really bothersome sometimes. Though, truth be told, Draco's concern was getting me all choked up. "I told you, I'm fine. What do you care?"

He widened his eyes, as if he'd realized I caught him being a good guy. "I don't," he narrowed his eyes and put on his big boy face, "I only care how you make me look."

That stung. A lot. How like Draco, to kill a mood like that.

"So who's the father, Kira?" he asked casually with a slight edge to his tone.

I pushed him away resolutely, "Shove off."

"Oh no you don't." He grabbed my shoulders and held me firmly in place. I became distinctly aware that every student passing by was watching us closely.

Draco looked me in the eye sharply, "Do you know what will happen to you if you lose His baby?"

I stiffened.

He nodded, "Yeah, I know who the father is. Dad told me you might be a bit…loaded…when we left for Hogwarts, told me to keep an eye on you."

I narrowed my eyes, "What all did he tell you?"

"Everything."

I was so stunned that I could think of nothing to say in reply.

Pansy chose that moment to intrude on our conversation. "There you are, Draco! I've found you."

Draco removed his hands from my shoulders and clenched his jaw slightly, though he kept his eyes locked on mine.
Pansy acted as if she hadn't noticed the tension, "There was something I wanted to ask you, if that's okay." She looped her arm threw Draco's possessively and looked at me.

"Pansy," Draco said her name like he'd taken a sip of sour milk as he tried struggled to regain ownership of his arm, "now's not a good time."

Pansy frowned when he pulled away from her. "But Draco…"

Pansy's voice faded from my head, though I was vaguely aware of her yapping away to my brother.

Fred.

I'd spotted him walking down the hallway with his twin. When he saw me he gave me the strangest look, then he instantly looked away. The last time I'd seen him, we'd been close enough to kiss. My stomach flopped as soon as he came into view.

"Actually, now's the perfect time." I slithered away from Draco and Pansy, "Draco and I were done talking anyways."

I began walking down the opposite way that Fred had gone, with my back to Draco. Though I could feel Draco's eyes on me as I walked away. What did Pansy see in him? I suppose I would never understand.

Seeing Fred had not only put knots in my stomach, but had reminded me of what I'd requested from the infamous Harry Potter.

I couldn't be sure, but I had a sneaking suspicion that my whole plan not only had a few flaws, but was one major flaw in and of itself. Was I seriously deranged? The first rule of being a spy was not to get personal with your subject. And here I was, a bunny hopping into the mouth of the lion's den.

What would Harry's friend's do when he told them that a Slytherin wanted to join Dumbledore's Army? Oh, and not just any Slytherin, a Malfoy.

"Kira, you idiot." I chided myself. I could be such a fool sometimes.

I sat in the middle of potions listening to Snape lecture the class about a series of new magical ingredients that he was introducing us to. As he lectured I took a moment to scrutinize my professor. He was tall and thin as a rail, though he moved somewhat gracefully for a man. His low cheekbones and heavy eyelids made him look extremely bored, and his monotonous tone only added to his dullness. He was overly pale as well and I could only assume it was because of all the time he must spend in the dungeons. His eyes were a shade of ebony and his raven black hair was a bit less oily than usual.

When Snape stopped talking abruptly I was startled out of my thoughts. He was looking pointedly at me, and I became distinctly aware that I had been unintentionally stroking my stomach. I stopped instantaneously and bit my tongue to keep the embarrassment off my face.

Someone behind me snickered, probably one of those damned Weasley twins.

One minute Snape was looking notably puzzled at my stomach, the next he had stumbled back into his lecture as if nothing had happened. The whole rest of the class time I could feel the eyes of my peers on my back and it was all I could do not to stand up and walk out.

Great. Even the freakiest of freaky teachers who freakishly happened to be the freaky President of Freak Club...thought I was a freak.

It's funny, the way simple needs when taken away can plant a seed in your brain. Actually, it isn't funny, it maddening. When that seed begins to grow, it feeds on your tolerance. It gnaws and chews on your brain until finally you snap.

And what would I, Sirius Black, know about seeds? Well, you could say that I've had quite a few seeds planted in my head, enough to last a lifetime.

I'd been sitting in my late mother's room in Grimmauld Place for a while, feeding Buckbeak, thinking how nice it would be to take a walk. Though even taking a walk was pretty much never-ever land for me, being the notorious mass-murderer that I am, because even my muggle neighbors knew who Sirius Black was.

I sniggered, if they only knew who lived in the invisible house next door.

I was stuck in mid-thought when the letter came. It was always an extreme disappointment for me to receive a letter from someone, anyone, who was in the Order. If anyone had anything to say to me it was about the Order or Albus bloody Dumbledore.

So that's why, when I saw Harry's handwriting on the envelope, I was enormously delighted. He'd used a different owl, I noticed, just as I'd asked. Hedwig was far too easily recognized by the ministry, we couldn't risk Harry's owl being intercepted.

I took the letter and read it's contents.

Snuffles,

How've you been? You remember me telling you about the D.A. right? Well, we ran into a thorn bush and I needed your help with something. A new student has recently enrolled into Hogwarts who is a year older that me, she is a Slytherin who's name is 'Kira Malfoy'. She's Draco Malfoy's sister, yet no one seems to know who she is. We found it a bit odd that no one has heard of her or seen her before.

What I need to know is this: does Draco really have any siblings that you are aware of? Does the name 'Kira Malfoy' mean anything to you?

Well, Kira recently stumbled upon a list of D.A. members and now she knows what we're up to. She hasn't done anything to expose us, don't worry, but I don't know how long it is before that will still be true.

Harry

I frowned to myself. Bugger, another Malfoy? I could already barely stand three.

"Kira…Kira…" I pondered her name aloud to see if it rang any bells, and it hit me almost instantly.

Severus, the ignoramus, had once mentioned a girl that the Death Eaters had used as a practice dummy. Her name, I believe Snape had said, was Kira. Though I could be wrong, I don't listen much to what Snivellus has to say.

I frowned, could that girl possibly be a Malfoy? From what I'd heard, Lucius and Narcissa treated their son like a prince and a half, I'm sure Draco rarely saw the back of his father's hand. Was it possible that the girl in both Snape and Harry's stories was one and the same?

I puzzled over it for nearly an hour and came up blank. Perhaps Moody had heard of this Kira character. I quickly set myself to writing a reply to Harry.

Let's meet. Same place same time.

Snuffles