Back to third year, except the small flashback at the start. Hope you guys like this chapter. So lego.

all but Atria belongs to JK


1984

Draco ran around the garden after his younger cousin, the two children giggling loudly as they run freely through the greenery. Finally, the small blond caught up to the faster girl before opening up his arm's and tackling her to the ground.

"Draco be careful you'll hurt her," Narcissa called to her son as the two children landed in a fit of giggles on the grassy ground.

This is what Narcissa had always wanted a happy family, with happy children. Children who did not have a care in the world and could live their life freely and follow whatever dreams they wanted to.

Narcissa knew she would have to one day let her children go, both of them would leave for Hogwarts and she would be left with the weeks they were home.

She was always amazed by both of them in one way or another, the most surprising being the close bond the children shared especially with their polar opposite personalities.

Atria was extremely shy and every attempt they made to mix her with the other children of their social square turned futile. She would always hide around Draco for protection and he never let her down. He always defended his cousin with vigour, no matter how hard the judgmental group of kids picked on her for her quiet demeanour.

And in contrast to Atria, Draco, on the other hand, was a very different child.

Draco was loud and demanding, he got that from his father. He was proud and as much as she loved her son, more than her being, he was rather obnoxious. But he was soft and gentle with his cousin. Narcissa constantly found Draco in Atria's room when she had suffered a nightmare or been afraid. Draco would lay with her until she was asleep and usually he too would doze off.

The two had grown up only with each other. You only ever saw Atria truly happy when she was in her own little world or with Draco or Narcissa. And Draco only ever shed his selfish and prideful demeanour when with Atria.

Deep in thought, Narcissa was caught off guard when her husband soon joined them outside, coming up behind his wife and placing loving smooth hands on her shoulders. Both watched as the children sat on the ground, the two 4-year-old's barely noticing the adults presence as they played mindlessly.

But it wasn't long before the perfect moment was ruined. "Atria young ladies do not roll around in the dirt," Lucius called to the young girl stiffly.

Atria shot up quickly her smile dropping immediately as she stood staring at her uncle as if watching to see if she would get into any more trouble beyond that. Draco watched his cousin confused before he to rose, standing next to her

Narcissa loved her husband but she knew there would be some problems to come.


Present day

It had been a little over a week since Atria had been confined to her bedroom. The only people she'd seen was Kreacher and her uncle. Her aunt hadn't made an appearance since she had left her room when she got home. Every day was the same. She woke up every morning had a bath before getting dressed and sitting somewhere in her room in Boredom, Lucius had come in one night while she slept and taken all of her books and quills leaving her with almost nothing to do. While her uncle was smart he was often careless and had not checked her trunk at all.

She read over the potions textbook, wanting to know what she was missing during her time away so she was ready for next term. And while she had no wand she could still read.

The door opened suddenly and Atria turned quickly to see her aunt in the doorway. Atria ran to her aunt, wrapping her arms around the older women before crying into her chest for a moment just happy for the touch.

"I don't know what I did wrong," she said meekly as her aunt held her close running her hand over her hair.

She pulled her niece back her eyes now wet and puffy. She shook her head unable to look into Atria's broken and lost eyes but her niece was trembling with energy and she desperately asked: "Do you think I'll be able to go back after Christmas break with Draco, back to Hogwarts."

Narcissa went to reply but the solemn look on her aunts face told Atria everything she needed to know."I'll be good," Atria said pleadingly "I won't question anything just please let me go back, please."

Narcissa could see Atria was getting herself worked up and it would only make her more upset if she didn't calm down, Narcissa moved her hands gently to Atria's arms, "Shhh darling it's alright, you'll make yourself hysterical. We'll discuss it all later okay I promise."

"Okay," Atria sniffled as her aunt once again brought her arms around her.

"Can I at least leave my room" Atria mumbled into Narcissa's shoulder.

Narcissa squeezed her tightly before explaining, "Your uncle is still in a bit of mood, I don't think that would be best." Atria felt more tears fill her eyes as she knew that her aunt meant no, so she would be forced to stay here until Draco returned home.

Narcissa rubbed Atria's back soothingly letting the small girl cry, feeling her wet tears on her neck before she spoke encouragingly. "Draco's will be home in little less than a week, I was thinking after he gets back I'll take the both of you down to Diagon alley for a day out."

Atria nodded, burying her self further into her aunts comforting hold," That sounds nice. "


Back At Hogwarts

Ron, Hermione and Harry sat around the blazing fire in the Gryffindor common room.

Why had nobody ever told him, his parents had died because their best friend had betrayed them. A hatred such as he had never known before was coursing through Harry like poison. He wanted to kill him, he wanted to watch the light leave his eyes as Black looked up to him with fearful eyes while he begged for mercy as his mother had when Voldemort had killed her. It ran threw his mind over and over again, the picture of a malevolent and dark Sirius Black as he betrayed his parent who trusted him with all they had. The moment he slaughtered 13 muggles with a Flick of his wand laughing evil before praising his fallen master.

But someone else also came to mind, whether she knew all of this or not. Had she kept it from him, had she kept it from him spitefully or fearfully.

"Do you think she knows?" Harry asked staring at the ground in contemplation. as Ron lounged on the couch and Hermione paced around them. "Do you think she knows and that's why she can't stand to look at me? "

Hermione knew exactly who he was talking about as she let out a frustrated breath before looking to Harry. "No, I don't think she knows. Honestly, I think she knows less than us."

"Draco does," Harry said abruptly. "Remember what he said to me in Potions? 'If it was me, I'd hunt him down myself. . . . I'd want revenge.' "

"So obviously, the Malfoy's knew Black was working for Voldemort, " Ron said still relaxing back in his seat.

"I need to talk to Atria, She has to know something," Harry said as he stood up and made his way to the door.

"She's not here and even if she was I think she knows even less then us," Hermione said standing as he stopped and turned to her confused.

"What do you mean she's not here?" Ron asked.

"Don't you know?" Hermione asked as the to boys looked at her confused by her words.

"A few days ago Lucius came to the school to take her home after Sirius Black broke into the castle."

"What?" Harry said moving away from the door.

Hermione nodded before continuing, "The minister was here too, Lucius made a big fuss about the whole thing."

Harry walked closer towards the pair, looking between them as he asked, "Should I write to her?"

Hermione shook her head "No she probably wouldn't reply, we'll wait until she gets back. If she comes back."

"If?" Ron asked at her statement.

"Her escapee father just broke into the school and assaulted a portrait," Hermione explained sternly, "I wouldn't want her back here either."

Harry sat back down running his hand nervously threw his hair before leaning down and placing his face in his hands, "It's not fair," he mumbled into his palms.

"I know it's not, " Hermione said trying tone console him.

"No for her," Harry said raising his head.

"What do you mean?" Ron asked sitting up straighter no longer slouching in his chair.

Harry watched his friends for a moment, the people he trusted more than anyone else in the world before deciding, "I have to tell you guys something," He said.

Hermione and Ron looked between each other before looking at Harry as he began to explain.

"Last year, I know Lucius gave her the diary, there is not a doubt in my mind. Anyway, I overheard Lucius and Atria when he came to school. She kept telling him how sorry she was over again. she sounded so afraid and"

"What?" Hermione asked softly

"he hit her." he said angrily "No, he slapped her." he corrected himself. "It wasn't small and he did as if it was the most simple thing in the world." He stopped running a hand through his messy hair "He hurt her", he ended softly as Hermione and Ron watched on in shock.

"Why didn't you tell us? " Ron asked.

Harry just sat in silence his hands held in front of him as he lowered his head.

"We have to tell someone," Hermione tried to reason.

Harry looked up in distress, no, they couldn't do that. He shook his head quickly before rising to his feet "No we can't, I've already talked to her about it she doesn't want anyone to know."

"Harry we have too," Hermione said her mouth dropped open at harry's argument.

"No," he said shaking his head as he moved closer to Hermione, obviously upset. "I just got her to talk to me again, we can't do that she'll never forgive me" he tried to reason desperately, but Hermione stood firmly with her resolve.

"But-" Hermione tried again to reason.

"No Hermione" Harry snapped angrily, "you don't understand, you couldn't understand. what it is like for people like us. Most of the time all we have is ourselves and you can't take that away from her, she wants it to be her choice so let it be."

The room stood still for a moment as Harry calmed himself down and Hermione averted her eyes.

"But it might be best we say nothing right now," Ron said breaking the standstill, defending Harry. Iif she's home her father can't get to her that way."

"But she could be in trouble, and The dementors will catch Black eventually and he'll go back to Azkaban where he belongs," said Hermione, looking stricken.

"Azkaban is to good for him," Harry said the murderous glint returning to his eyes. "You heard what Fudge said." Harry said angrily at Hermione making the girl move back," Black isn't affected by Azkaban like normal people are. It's not a punishment for him as it is for the others."

"So what are you saying?" said Ron, looking very tense. "You want to, to kill Black or something?"

"Don't be silly," said Hermione, panicked by the notion. "Harry doesn't want to kill anyone, do you, Harry?"

Harry didn't answer. Only glared down at the ground with a dark shadow cast over his eyes.

"Harry, listen," said Hermione, exchanging a look with Ron, "you must be upset about what we heard yesterday. But the thing is, you mustn't go doing anything stupid."

"Like what?" said Harry.

"Like trying to go after Black," said Ron sharply.

"You don't understand," Harry said standing from his place" neither of you could ever understand what it is like. My parents are dead, I'll never know them and it's all his fault, he was their friend and betrayed them."

"Your mum and dad wouldn't want you to get hurt, would they? They'd never want you to go looking for Black!" Hermione tried to desperately reason with an angry boy.

"I'll never know what they'd have wanted, because of Black," said Harry all but screamed at her. "I want him to find me because I swear when he does I'll kill him."

He stormed up to his dormitory throwing himself on the bed and twisting his wand as the curtains closed around him.

He lay there for hours trying to rest, trying to sleep but unable to, and as his fellow Gryffindors to came to bed and eventually fell asleep he did not.

He pulled the album out from his cabinet before flicking through the pages finding the particular photo he was looking for.

The picture of his parents' wedding day. There was his father waving up at him, There was his mother, alight with happiness, arm in arm with his dad. And there, that must be him. Their best man. If he hadn't known it was the same person, he would never have guessed it was Black in this old photograph. His face wasn't sunken and waxy, but handsome, full of laughter. Had he already been working for Voldemort when this picture had been taken? He angrily threw the book to the end of his bed unable to look at the page as it felt now somewhat tainted. But after gaining some self-control a went to close it and put it away. But it had landed on a particular page one the had always left him confused. As he eyes it, he notices something familiar in the other occupant glistening eyes as his widened in realisation. He had to talk to Hagrid.


Atria sat by her window Kreacher scurrying about her room, snapping his finger at every mess he found until it was almost spotless. In less than a little more than a week Draco would be home and then Malfoy manor would have to pretend everything was fine and dandy once more and she would no longer be chained to her room.

"Kreacher do you mind getting my lunch for me?"And after a small argument where she tried to finish his cleaning he was gone.

Atria took the 5 minutes she had, pulling out the photo quickly. She was forever thankful Lucius hadn't removed everything from her room because he may have just fallen upon this. Her most prized possession. The only photo of her mother. She watched the moving photograph smiling at the past pair. But her mind drifted to her other parent for now. She unfolded the other half of the picture to reveal her father. Watching them now it just struck how young they were fresh faces with their life infant of them. Her father so young and so happy his eyes focused on his child before slowly moving over to her mother with a loving glance.

Death Eater, she quickly reminded herself before she went to fold the photo once again. But something stopped her instead she placed the photo back in the book this time uncreased in full form.


Harry walked quickly down to the hill, following the path that led to the dark forest but slow hatreds hut. He walked quickly up the stone steps before knocking loudly on the giant's door album in hand. He opened it to the photograph he was looking for what he was looking for as hatreds door swung open

"Harry what?" Hard began to ask in surprise before the open album was shoved in his face.

"Who is this in this photo," Harry said holding up the album gesturing to a particular photo

Hagrid eyed the picture before pulling away from it slightly shocked.

The photo showed 2 young babes on the floor one with wide green eyes one with sparkling silver. The too newborns sat on the mat the image moving as their eyes ran over there surroundings curiously before landing on the camera. Harry had always wondered who this other child may have been and it wasn't until now that he had an inkling feeling.

"Ahh, I don know actually. "

"You put this album together surely you must know who this is ?" Hagrid head was shaking in a fast motion as if he meant to say the word no but he could bring himself to form the words.

"Hagrid?" He was still met with since as Hagrid eyes darted between harry and the photo nervously.

"Its Atria isn't it, Atria Black?" Harry asked desperately as Hagrid's eyes moved in each and every direction trying not to look at the hot in a sad attempt of denial.

"Why wou you think tha?" He said nervously. It took no genius to see he was hiding something

"Well it is isn't it?" He somewhat demanded.

Hagrid continued to shake his head as he made a move to close the door. "Thas enough Harry I can't chat righ now but later okay," the giant said before closing the door in his face with a loud thud.

"Hagrid" Harry tried knocking on the door again to get no reply.


Atria sat on her bed her arm raised as if her wand was in her hand, practising her wand movement for charms. She dropped imaginary wand halfway through when a knock on the door interrupted her practice.

The door opened for the first time in a week before she could tell the said person to come in.

Platinum blonde hair pocked through the door, "Hello you." Draco said a wide smile on his face at the sight of his cousin.

"Hello," Atria said smiling back at him, happy at his arrival.

He walked further into the room leaning aunts the wall "So how was home without me " he said smugly before loosening his tie from around his neck and moving to sit next to her on the bed.

"Dull." She said plainly.

"I wish you could have stayed it's just not the same without you, Daphne had no one to pester. "

Atria made a humorous laugh. "I'm sure she managed."

"Well come on," Draco said placing his hand palm up in her lap for her to take his hand "I have a gift for you."

She put her hand in his as he stood and she watched hin confused. "Come on, " he said pulling her up from the bed and leading her out of the room for the first time since she had arrived home.

He pulled her up the hall going into his room as he took her by the shoulder sitting her on the bed.

"Ready?" he said.

"Eyes closed," he said backing up into the ensuit slowly.

Atria closed her eyes a smile on her lips. She heard him walk closer before a moving mass of fur was placed into her lap.

"and open," he said as she slowly opened her eyes.

A small black kitten sat in her lap silently purring and scratching the material of her trousers. Her mouth opened in amazement at the tiny animal, her eyes darting between him and Draco.

"Mother and I saw him and both agreed you would love him," he said watching as atria lovingly held the sat to her nuzzling the soft fur.

"He's all yours," Draco said as he sat next to her giving the small creature a pat.

"Hello," she said softly to the purring cat as she lifted him in her arms. He was entirely black but with piercing dark eyes.

"He doesn't have a name yet."

"Caspian," Atria blurted out immediately.

"Caspian," Draco commented nodding his head at the name. "I like it."

Atria smiled at Caspian. If Draco read muggle literature as much as he did wizarding, he would have known that Caspian was a prince of Narnia on the from his jealous and power-hungry uncle and after all was said and done, he won.


Draco sat at his desk replying to pansy's foley filled letter before a tap sounded on his window. he looked to see un unfamiliar owl on his window sill tapping his beak for entry. he walked slowly towards the window as the owl dropped the letter before flying away quickly. strange bird Draco thought as he leant down to pick the letter up reading who it was addressed to.

Atria Black, Malfoy Manor.

The writing was unfamiliar and somewhat childlike, the seal was a gloop of wax, no emblem or markings, also very strange. The letter was from someone who had never written to her in the past someone who was new to her circle of exclusive acquaintances.

Draco knew he shouldn't but he was intrigued as to who his cousin knew pen pal could be. he slowly removed the wax seal and removing the small letter from the envelope. his eyes widened at the sender and as he read over the contents quickly, his brow furrowing the more and more he read.

When finished he moved quickly from his room. Draco walked the letter in hand, towards the family's large dining room table where his father sat eating his breakfast.

He held the letter out to his father who quickly took it from his son opening it to read the contents.

Dear Atria

I was surprised to hear you had departed Hogwarts at such short notice.

While I understand your uncle's wishes I must know if they are yours.

When we last spoke I did not think it was your intention to return home anytime before necessary.

If you felt pressured in any way to return home you must tell me now.

If you wanted to return to Hogwarts at any time, it could be arranged, all you need do is say.

I understand this is a difficult time but rem beer what I told, Thinking does not overcome fear action does.

And remember If you ever need anything I am but one letter away

Sincerely Remus Lupin

Lucius ran over the letter's contents again in detail, Draco sitting opposite to him as he watched for his father reaction.

Lucius placed the letter down slowly on the table leaning back in his chair for a moment in thought before asking Draco, "Does your cousin know of this?"

Draco knew he couldn't let his father blame Atria for something out of her own control, it wasn't Atria's fault her professor was writing to her, "No, she doesn't even know it arrived."

Lucius held the letter up pointing it towards his son before asking, "This letter is clearly addressed to your cousin why would you open it?"

Draco shrugged his shoulders. "The only person who writes to Atria is Daphne and I know what her handwriting looks like, this is not her righting. It's too messy." Draco stated as an obvious fact.

"Very observative, well done Draco," Lucius said proudly he placed the letter on the table again before continuing to eat his meal.

Draco just sat eyeing his plate before asking Lucius cautiously, "Why is he writing to her?"

Lucius paused a moment his lips twisting in disgust as he thought of Remus Lupin. He glared down at his food before he began to explain, "Remus Lupin is a nobody, A poor man with no exceptional skills," he picked up the letter again before continuing looking at his son, "he saw a young vulnerable girl to prey on and it's lucky we can intervene and make sure this does not continue," He finished folding the letter and tucking it into his inner jacket pocket as another person made their way into the dining room.

"Good morning Atria," Lucius cooly as his niece walked into the room. She watched somewhat suspicious of what she had just walked in on. "Good morning" Atria replied softly, Caspian wondering not far behind her as she sat down at her set place on the large black table, joining the two as they ate breakfast.

Lucius finished soon after, dabbing his mouth with a napkin before looking to the two children, "So as you both know The Christmas ball is next week. Do you both know what I expect of you for that night."

"Of course uncle," Atria said using her fork to move her food around on her plate.

"No silly or reckless behaviour like last year Draco, and no sneaking off to your bedroom Atria. Is that clear."

"Yes," both of the children replied as if practised.

"Good," Lucius said standing from his chair before addressing them both again. "Narcissa is taking you into Diagon alley today to pick out a new suit and Atria you will need a new a dress, nothing black this time you are not going to a funeral."

Atria paused at his comment before continuing to play with her food.

"Maybe a light blue, you always look lovely in blue." Lucius mused.


Atria sat on her bed Caspian nuzzled into her side.

It felt nice to have company even if not human. In the few days he had been with her, Caspian had become slightly bigger aswell as more attentive, never leaving her side. Part of her could wait to take him to Hogwarts with her, but that thought only brought her anguish. She felt in a way Caspian may have been an apology for the fact that she was not going back to Hogwarts so that while she was here and alone she would have someone to spend her time with. But Atria could confidently say that if she stayed here, Caspian with her or not, she would go insane.

She lay staring up at her roof as her eye landed in the brand new gown that had been purchased today for the Malfoy's annual Christmas ball.

The silk dress hung on the front of her wardrobe as to not get dirty before she wore it. As much as she had wanted to pick the black dress she had seen in the boutique she had already received a warning, eventually, she just let Narcissa pick the gown after all her other options had been turned down.

It was a simple dress, nothing special. The silky gown was a mix of grey and light blue with thin straps and tightened around her waist to extenuate her developing hips, giving her body some shape but not too much as to draw the wrong attention to herself. And at this upcoming ball, the last thing she wanted was attention.

She dreaded the Malfoy Christmas gala. It was in her aunt's words 'The biggest event of the year.' Everyone always attended The big names in society as well as the pureblood elite. A room of judgment and lame attempts to impress each other with their lavished lifestyles.

It would be somewhat tolerable if her aunt wasn't always pushing her into unwanted conversations with the adults as well as the children. But she had found it reasonably easy to sneak out of unnoticed back to her room and before she knew it the night was over.

Christmas was supposed to be a time for family but not in the Malfoy household. Here, it was a grand showcase of how great of a family they were, how powerful and well connected they were.

She felt Caspian dig a little further into her side trying to bury himself in her silk pyjamas. His eyes closed as he gave a small stretch. She moved over to her bedside table taking her wand which had been graciously returned to her giving a little flick before all the lights went out.

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