A/N_ okay...In this fic, Q is slender brown eyed girl with long brown hair coming to her hips. This is the beginning of what I hope is a good story. Okkkayyy.... I meant for this to only be one part, but i guess not:) hehe
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Draco Malfoy had just returned home for summer vacation. When he reached the door, he heard his mother screaming.
'Oh God, not again, please please not again. Why does he do that to her, why?' Draco prayed. He prayed that his mother was okay. He prayed that his father wouldn't hurt her too badly. He prayed that his father wouldn't hurt him as he walked throught the door. Then he knocked.
"Who is is?" A harsh vois yelled sharply. Lucius Malfoy. His father.
"Father?" Draco called to the closed door.
The door was opened, and at once Draco Malfoy put on his usual snobbish grin of self-importance and pride.
"Ah son, you're home." The man said as the young boy walked throught the doors of his own home.
"Your mother was just cleaning the kitchen, so go up to your room and unpack and meet us down here for dinner." The burly man said.
Draco nodded. 'cleaning the kitchen, yeah whatever oh father of mine'
However Draco obediently walked up to his room and unpacked as he was told. At precisely 6:00 in the evening Draco Malfoy went downstairs for dinner.
At the dinner table, the whole family was deeply immersed in a conversation about Draco's future. His father was going on and on about how he should become a death eater and continue the Malfoy tradition. His mother was silent. Draco sat up straight and nodded at his father. He knew what was expected of him. He had to be the best. There was no second best to Lucius Malfoy. It was all or nothing. Wether or not he wanted to be, he knew that eventually he would end up in the elite group of death eaters on the right hand side of Voldemort. He just simply accepetd it and tried to make the best of it.
Five minutes later Draco saw his mother walk to the kitchen sink to put her plate in the dish washer. As she looked out the window, the two at the table heard her gasp and saw here eyes widen. Draco and his father rushed to the window to see what had happened. There, collapsed on the sidewalk in front of their house was a young girl, about Draco's age,14, lying in the rain, clothed in what seemed like rags.
"Oh the poor thing." Draco's mother sighed as she looked out sadly at the girl.
Lucius rolled his eyes. The girl did look rather pathetic, but he figured that if he fixed her up and sent her home, his family would get more positive publicity, especially if she was a full blood witch.
"Very well then" He drawled on.
Soon enough there was a girl sitting in their living room, surrounded by the three Malfoys.
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After the girl had been showered, properly clothed with a some of Draco's mother's small clothes ( which were still so big they were practically falling off the slender girl), and given a cup of tea, she was questioned by the Malfoy family.
"Soo... who did you say you were again?" Lucius Malfoy asked somewhat suspiciously. The girl, now cleaned, looked actually rather beautiful, and dainty. Her long hair was touching the couch she was sitting upright on.
"I...I...I am Q." The girl said, getting a far off look in her eyes, as if she were trying very hard to remember something even as simple as her name.
Lucius Malfoy raised on eyebrow. " Q? Just Q? What about your last name? Your family?" He interrogated the the girl endlessly.
" I have only been called Q. My name. It is, it is, Saraquilanalia. I have no last name. Not that I know of. I have no family. I am an orphan. Ever since I could remember. I was sent to a family friend. When I was seven they died. I was put in foster homes for about two years, then I got sick of it and ran away. I have lived on the street since then. " The girl said slowly as she struggled to remember her past.
Mrs. Malfoy's warm gaze met The girl's. Then she looked over at her husband pleadingly. He looked her back in the eyes. Then nodded. Draco Malfoy had been silent the whole time. Suddenly he chose this moment to speak.
"So, are you a witch or not?" He asked with a superior smirk on his face.
Mrs. Malfoy gasped. Mr. Malfoy glared.
He took Draco by the arm into the kitchen.
Mrs. Malfoy got a worried look on her face. The little girl looked at her, and in turn looked worried.
"Oh, don't worry about that dear." Mrs. Malfoy reassured.
"I am." Q answered. " Or so I have been told. Both of my parents were."
"What? Oh you mean a witch?" Mrs. Malfoy answered.
Q nodded. Suddenly a sickening thud could be heard from the kitchen as skin made contact and something, or someone fell to the floor with a blood chilling crack.
The girl Shot up from her seat, looking horrified, worried,and confused all at the same time. She was about to run towards the sound when she felt someone firmly but gently grab her hand and pull her back down.
Q noticed the woman staring at her hands which were now folded in her lap.
"Don't worry about it dear. What did you say your name was? Saraqu, saraquil..." Draco's mother asked.
"Saraquilanalia. Q. But if you wish, you can call me Analia." The girl replied, fighting the urege to run into the kitchen and see if there was anything wrong. No matter how well she carried herself in front of people or how she was raised for those short seven years, she had still spent five years on the street (yes, she's 14, Draco's age), and she had seen well over her fair share of streetfights, gang rivalries, and other child abuse victims who had run away too. Inside she was innocent. Inside she was scared. Inside she wanted for once to be part of a family. She didn't want to go back out on the streets. But if she had to, she knew how. She could be tough and stand up for herself. If she had to.
"Don't worry about them dear...something probably fell, that's all. Yes, something must have fallen." Mrs. Malfoy said, still looking at her hands. She stood up. "Come with me honey, I'll put up an extra bed on the other side of my son's room. None of the other rooms are ready. And at least that way you won't be alone anymore, I'm sure you've had enough of that, right?" The woman smiled at the child and the child smiled back. "And at least Draco won't be alone either." The worried mother thought to herself.
Narcissa Malfoy had often worried about her son. About the effect of his father on him. She didn't want him sleeping alone. She didn't know what her husband could do to him while she was asleep. She didn't want to ever sleep, but eventually she always did.
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"So what's your name?" Analia asked the boy on the other side of the room.
Draco's room was huge. So big it would take you about 20 steps to get from one wall to the other. The two full sized beds were placed on opposite sides of the room. A young girl was sitting up on one of them, clad in one of Mrs. Malfoy's oversized shirts and small shorts (which were not surprisingly, still a bit too big, even if they were only size 4)
On the other bed lay a blonde haired boy in a pair of black boxers, that came almost down to his knees, with silver snakes on it. He on his side, was facing the girl, reading a book near a lamp on a nightstand.
"Hmmm?" He boy looked up from his reading. "Draco. Draco Malfoy. Who are you again?" He said, looking back down at his book.
"You can call me Q, or Analia, whichever you wish. And the question you asked me earlier. It's yes. I am a witch. Both of my parents did, you know. Your mom say you guys do it here too." The girl replied, lying flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
"I think I'd prefer Analia. It's not so wierd as Q is, No offence of course. So, you're a full blood witch? I am too. Wizard I mean. Blood is actually very important in my father's house. In this house. I reckon he wouldn't have let you stay had you been a half blood, or muggle born." The boy said putting down the book and placing it on the nightstand.
Analia flipped over on her side to face to boy and propped her head up on her hand. " So blood is important to your father. But is it important to you?" She asked, sounding somewhat vague.
"What do you mean?" Draco asked. " Of course it is. He's my father and I'm his son therefore blood is as important to me as it is to him. Anything of only halfblood is concidered a shame and a disgrace." He said, still looking at the ceiling.
"Hey?" Analia said. " I just wanted to know if you were alright. I mean, I heard something coming from the kitchen and..."
"You HEARD nothing. " Draco snapped. "Goodnight" He said, turning on his side to face the wall. He muttered a few words and the light coming from the nightstand began to fade.
Analia, still facing his side of the room, squinted at his back in the dimming light. She clasped her hand over her mouth to keep from gasping. Scars ran up and down the boy's back. Some seemingly aged, while others she could have sworn, were from just that evening. Even more horrifying was that on his right shoulder was what looked like a brand. It was, what she though, the capital letter L written in beautiful calligraphy. She knew he was still awake. His breathing hadn't slowed. Growing up on the streets, she could tell things like that. She wanted to make some comment like 'so who owns you?' to see if he would say his father, but she decided against it, just as she felt a tear appear in her eye. Followed by another. Then another. Then another. She buried her face in her pillow and found herself slowly crying herself to sleep