Minerva McGonagall was worried. She had noticed that a first year in her House, Alya Potter hadn't been eating. At first she had dismissed it as homesickness but it had been going on for three weeks. Alya was also quite closed up. She didn't have any friends, but Minerva noticed that Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley tried to befriend her but Alya ran away. Hermione was quite persistent but one could keep trying for twenty one days! After lunch, she followed the young brunette and tapped her shoulder. "Miss Potter?" Alya spun around and stuttered, "Yes Professor McGonagall?" McGonagall smiled. "We just need to visit the Hospital Wing quickly." Her student's bluish - greyish eyes widened and Alya bolted. The Weasley twins appeared and said, "Could we help you Professor?" "I need to locate Alya Potter. If you find her please take her to the Hospital Wing and alert me." Sixteen minutes later, Minerva was hurrying towards the Infirmary. Madam Pomfrey had sent her a Patronus saying the twins had found Alya. She saw a struggling Alya being pinned down by the Weasley twins. "Miss Potter, it's okay. We just need to do a quick diagnostic scan." Minerva spoke in a soothing voice. "What will it do?" asked Alya in a worried tone. At least she had stopped trying to escape. "It will check for any illnesses or injuries and such." answered Poppy Pomfrey. Immediately, Alya started wriggling again. The twins still hadn't removed their grip on the small scared first year. Madam Pomfrey waved her wand in a complicated fashion and showed her co - worker the parchment. "Miss Potter, what does it mean by abused?" demanded Poppy. Alya slumped onto the bed and reluctantly took off her shirt, leaving her sports bra where it was. She turned onto her stomach and showed many cuts, carved words and scars. Madam Pomfrey muttered the words that were on her milky skin, "Freak, Abnormal, Strange. Who did this?!" Alya didn't answer so Fred crouched down and whispered something in her ear. "My relatives. I wish I could go somewhere else but they're my only living family left, and Professor Dumbledore said that if I didn't stay there, the wards can't protect me and I will die and my mum would've died for nothing." she said. "You are never going back there. Ever." growled George. "Really? But I have no other living relatives." sighed Alya. "Actually, we're related." came a new voice from another bed. "Huh? You're a Malfoy, I'm a Potter." reminded Alya. Draco sat up in bed. "You're related to the Black Family by Dorea Potter - Black and my Mother used to be a Black before she married Father. So, we're related. Mother would love to have you stay and believe it or not. Why are you laughing?" he questioned indignantly. "Never imagined I would have a conversation with Draco Malfoy, and neither of us insulting the other every five seconds. I mean seriously though, I had no idea we're related. You sure? But make sure your parents know that I'm not really bothered about this whole war thing. I'm not Light and not Dark, I'm more… Grey." replied Alya. "Yeah. But remember, you'd be living with me." She shrugged, "It's probably not that bad." He sent an owl to his mum and got a quick reply. "Mother says she would be happy to have you stay with us." Alya smiled, "Thanks Malf- Draco." He nodded, smiling.