A sensation which was not warm or fuzzy, but instead addictive and consuming. It tasted bitter-sweet and spread like a sickness. The juxtaposition of Adrian Pucey & Lyrisadora Malfoy. Tie in fic with main story.

"Blood makes us related, but loyalty makes us family." She was a Malfoy,a Slytherin and a liar; those three things went hand in hand. She would've liked to call herself a dutiful daughter, sister, and a good person, but she wasn't. So, she'd just have to pretend to be, pretending always seemed easier.

In the last years of Voldemort's reign, more than one child lost their family. Amongst those poor souls, one child was not like the others. One child didn't lose their home to Voldemort, but to Albus Dumbledore. When you can't trust your own mind, how do you know right from wrong? What wouldn't you do to survive? Who wouldn't you kill or betray? And how do you fix your mistakes?

Lucius Malfoy wants nothing but the best for his newborn son, Draco. So much so, that he arranges a marriage between his young son and an associate's daughter. The only problem is, the two children aren't particularly fond of one another. Will they be ab