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The next morning Draco Malfoy woke to the sounds of quiet bickering coming from downstairs. His house was so big it was almost a miracle he could hear it, But he had learned to listen, when he wanted to, at least, much deeper than anyone else he knew.
As he sat up on his bed, he remembered the presence of that orphan girl, who was wide awake, sitting like a little child in the center of the bed staring straight ahead of her.
"Morning" He said groggily
The girl jumped. She had not noticed him get up. " Good morning." She replied. Her tone was a mixture of flatness with the slightest hint of cheeriness.
"Why aren't you downstairs?" he asked, pulling on a shirt that had been rested at the foot of his bed.
"Oh," Q, or rather Analia, replied. " I wasn't sure if ought to have gone downstairs. I just figured I'd wait for you to wake up and see what you did."
Draco headed into the bathroom to brush his teeth and change into decent robes.
"How long have you been up anyways?" He asked before he left the room.
"Oh, not long, only since about 5:00" The girl said as she got up from her seated position. She stood on the bed and faced the wall. She did a graceful sort of backflip thing and landed on the floor smoothly on one knee.
"Sorry, just had to do that." She said as she smiled at the boy, who rolled his eyes and closed the door to the bathroom. Analia headed downstairs.
"Oh, you're up dear?" Mrs. Malfoy greeted to the child as she walked onto the kitchen.
Analia smiled at the woman, who was dressed in a dark reddish robe that she wore around the house. She was at the stove, cooking breakfast. Analia walked up to her side to watch her.
She admired the woman. She had four fires going at once. She stirred with one hand, and in the other hand she held a wand. The ingredients she need appeared as she needed them. Analia found herself feeling very much like a small child and walked over to the table as Mrs. Malfoy gave a little giggle.
Just then, Draco and his father walked into the room wearing almost identical black robes. The orphan felt a bit out of place in a shirt and shorts, but took a seat at the long table somewhere between Draco and his father.
"So." Draco's father began conversing with the girl seated at the table. " How much do you know about witchcraft and wizardry? I would guess that from growing up on the streets or in foster homes you hadn't had the chance to learn much, have you?"
"Well," Analia began. " I was taught alot until I was seven and the people I had live with died. I was sent off with a wand and a broom, but was put in a foster home. A muggle home where I couldn't practice. I would love to continue to learn more about magic, If you know anyone who might offer to teach, would you be so kind as to tell them that I am looking to learn?"
"Oh nonsense." The man said. "I'm sure my son could teach you plenty. He goes to Hogwarts you know, He just finished his fourth year there. He's in slytherin, he is. Oh, sorry, do you know what Slytherin is?" Lucius Malfoy asked, becoming rather proud of his son. Or at least he sounded that way.
"Why, yes, I do know what slytherin is." The child answered as she smiled sweetly. " I've heard that Hogwarts is quite a prestigious school. And I also hear that graduating members of the slytherin house have turned out to be very sucessful witches and wizards."
Mr. Malfoy beamed. He was pleased to know that she knew some about magic. Draco however felt like shrinking down into the floor. He did not want to be in this conversation under any circumstance. Luckily his mother came in at that exact moment with breakfast.
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Mrs. Malfoy had brought Analia to shop for some decent supplies, as she was seriously concidering sending her to hogwarts the next year. Analia had insisted that they stop by the bank first, where Narcissa Malfoy realised that the child next to her was a bit farther from poor than she had initially thought. The little girl's family had probably left her enough money to send her to hogwarts for about 5 years.
After she had withdrawn some from her account, she headed over with Mrs. Malfoy over to Diagon Alley. There she bought a wand, several books, three decent robes, and a various mix of ingredients for spells and potions, not to mention a few things that Analia had no clue what were used for, but Mrs. Malfoy had insisted on her getting.
Just as the two were about to leave, Analia heard someone call her name.
"Q! Q is that you dearie?Saraquilanalia!" An old woman called from inside the book shop.
Analia and the woman with her turned to look at who was calling her. There was a woman Motioning for her to come back inside the bookstore.
"Who are you?" Analia asked as she approached the old woman.
"Oh, dear, don't you remember me? I was a good friend of your step mother's before, well, before she died." The woman said as her eyes wandered to the floor.
"But anyways, your mother told me to give you this package, had I ever run into you again. And here's a little parting gift from me, for good luck dearie. you take care now!" the woman said as she handed Analia a long slender package and a small box.
Analia smiled and waved goodbye as she left the shop.
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The two packages turned out to be a broom and a teeny black kitten. Analia opened them up later that da, at around noon, while she was back in Draco's room. Mr. Malfoy was working, Mrs. Malfoy was working, and Draco was sitting there staring at her broomstick, gaping.
"Angel Brieze?" He said, gasping. " I didn't even know that they existed. They're supposed to be the best. Better than nimbus 2002, better than Fireboldt...better than, Hey where'd you get this anyway?"
" Oh, some woman said that it was a present from my stepmom, you know the one that died oh, some seven years ago." She said as The boy fiddled with her broom and she Played with the cute little kitty.
"What are you going to name it?" Draco asked her, seeing her play with the cat.
"Um, moonlight, I think. Suits him, no?" She asked, putting the kitten down. " It was some parting gift from my stepmom's friend. That lady."
The two kids were now both dressed in robes. Draco's black and Analia's a dark grayish purple. Analia had stopped by the mall on her way back to get some 'normal' muggle clothing and shoes.
"So." Draco said, throwing away the empty box and brown paper used to wrap the broomstick. "Do you want me to teach you about magic or not?" he asked, looking at her.
She nodded eagerly and stood up to face him.
"Where should we start?" The boy asked. More like wondered out loud.
A dangerous sort of smile creeped onto Analia's face as she made the broom jump into her right hand without uttering a word.
Draco Malfoy gaped. " How the bloody..."
"Come on are you going to teach me how this thing works or not?" The girl asked pleadingly.
Malfoy smiled and grabbed his own broom as they headed to his back yard.
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That night as well as several nights following that, Analia's days were spent studying subjects taught at Hogwarts, and practicing flying at the end of the day outside. The day she got her broom thought that she had heard Draco's dad whip him with...something, but after he fervently denied it, and after nights had past without any proof that the event had happened, She began to believe that nothing actually had happened.
Analia, much to her delight, found out that she would be going to hogwarts after all. She would pay for it herself, and she already had all of the supplied she needed. Except for maybe the experience.
Two days before she and Draco were due to leave for Hogwarts, Analia walked over to the bathroom. It was about 7:30 in the evening, and Draco and His dad had had a very heated conversation about something that Analia hadn't been able to fully grasp. Something about dead eaters. or maybe Death measures, something like that, she hadn't really payed much attention. Much. As she was going to the bathroom she heard the familiar voiced of Draco and his Father yelling from the living room.
Analia paused outside the door of the bathroom, her head facing towards the staricase. She knew that they could not see her, But she could hear them.
"Respected?! Respected for being a traitor, for killing thousands of innocent people?!"
Analia racognized the voice as Draco's. She suddenly heard someone slap someone. Hard. So hard whoever was slapped got knocked into something that fell ot the floor and shattered.
"Muggles, boy, MUDBLOODS! The ones who have prosecuted us, burned us, riddiculed us. The ones who can't accept the fact that there is something that thier beloved 'science' can't explain."
The voice was Mr. Malfoy's. Rage seemed to be pouring out of it as if it was the only thing he saw, heard or felt.
Next there came a shreik. Mrs. Malfoy. A shreik pleading for them to both stop before one of them gets killed. There was an ear-splitting thud as someone was thrust into what sounded like a wall. Something else shattered. Then Mrs. Malfoy's voice was gone.
"You are my son, as I am your father. As ashamed as I may be to say that. You will be accepted into the elite group of death eaters and one day take my place. Wether you like it or not."
Analia now had tears pouring down her cheeks and her back pressed hard against the wall by the bathroom door. She heard another sickening thud followed by dozens and dozens of sharp cracks afterwards. The girl figured that Mr. Malfoy was hitting his son again, with whatever he had used last time.
She sank to her knees and buried her face in her hands. She prayed over and over 'please let them be okay, please let them be okay, please let them be okay' . After what seemed like endless hours, Analia heard Mr. Malfoy slam the door to his room shut. The girl got up and headed downstairs. There she saw Narcissa Malfoy begining to stand up. Q thanked God that she was okay.
Analia's eyes turned to Narcissa's son, who was sprawled on the floor by the foot of an armchair. The boy's mother walked up to him and placed her hand on his shoulder as he began to stir. The boy sat up and was immediately embraced by his mother, who had a mixture of blood and tears running down her face.
The orphaned girl watched the two until they both got up. Analia knew that they would be heading to the bathroom to clan up, so she ran back into Draco's room and buried herself in the blanket lying on her bed, with her face in her pillow. There she cried until the whole world seemed to come to a screeching halt. And there was where she was thought to be through the whole ordeal.
She cried for her friend. For her best friend. For his mother. She cried for his future, his mother's future, and their life. She cried because she knew that there was no one else who cried for them. She cried because she knew that they were both too afraid to cry for themselves. She cried because she had no idea what to do or how to change it.
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okay...dramatic ending there...DON'T kill me please...Please review, i want to know how i did, even if you all hate me now, please review anyways so I know.