Disclaimer: I don't own a damn thing...it all belongs to J. K. Rowling. Although, I'd be willing to buy Draco...mwaahahahahaha.


Elisabeth found herself in front a Malfoy Manor. To her, it was like what the Biltmore Mansion would have looked like if Edgar Allan Poe had lived there instead of the Vanderbilts. She couldn't help wondering if the Malfoys had any relation to the Addams Family.
Draco led her inside. It didn't seem very homey. Everything was big, dark, and ancient looking. Pictures lined the walls of the corridor, apparently portraits of family members. And much to her amazement, they were MOVING. Some were visiting each other. Some left their frames, while others were returning. Many things in the wizarding world are very different from those in the muggle world, said Draco, answering the unspoken question.
Don't just stand there gaping, it's bad manners. Really! You would think that your parents would have raised you better! exclaimed on woman in a portrait. The women let out an exasperated and offended sigh and walked away from here frame. Elisabeth froze in horror. Draco spun around in surprise. Did she just speak to you!?
Well, it certainly appears that way doesn't it? Really, it's one thing for me to be surprised, but certainly you knew that these pictures talked, replied Elisabeth, still shaken from the experience.
Draco shook is head. Of course I know they talk. But this one is enchanted and only talks to those who are PUREBLOOD wizards. In other words, those whose parents were both wizards. Which means....... his voice trailed off.
That both of my parents were wizards, she finished slowly.
Well of COURSE they were. Draco and Elisabeth jumped. Neither had noticed the women return to her frame. With a line like yours, it's not like you could be mistaken for a muggle! the woman said. Draco furrowed his brow. Elisabeth, I don't believe you ever told me your last name.
Well..... I have been raised as a Harting, but I believe my biological parents were named Foster. Draco's gray eyes widened. He looked back at the picture. Can it be? he asked it.
Well of course, anyone can see that she's a Foster. REALLY! You're a Malfoy and should be much more clever than this. Now go away! I can't be bothered with any more of this foolishness.
Draco grabbed Elisabeth my the wrist. Come on. He took off down the hall.
Ow! Wait! Where are we going!? but Draco didn't answer. They stopped at the end of the hall. Draco pushed open the large, very ornate doors, revealing a library. Elisabeth stood in awe. There had to be thousands.....no wait..possibly millions of books. Draco began rummaging around until he seemed to find what he was looking for. He set a very large, dusty book down on the desk and flipped frantically through the pages. he said simply, pointing to a page. Elisabeth leaned over. It appeared to be a family tree. The word FOSTER in large letters headed the page. said Draco, is a collection of some of the oldest and most famous wizarding families in Europe. Your family is amongst these. Several years ago, I'd venture to say about twenty seeing as how you are twenty one, something terrible happened. You see, a long time ago, there was a wizard who went bad. His name was Voldemort. He began turning people to his side. Unfortunately, my family was one of them. I'll spare you the details, but rest assured that I am not in league with anything evil anymore. My father was, but my father is a story in himself. Anyway, your parents refused to join him. So, he killed them. Blew the entire house up. Draco suddenly regretted stating this in such a blunt way. Elisabeth just stood there, stunned. Your father was the last in the family line. You were the only one left. But everyone thought you had died along with your parents. Apparently, you haven't. This really is something. You are somewhat of a missing link in the wizarding community. Do you know the details of your adoption..how you came to be with your adoptive parents?
Well, I know that I was in the care of a family friend. I am assuming that they were norm..I mean muggle because I have kept in contact with them over the years. They have never seemed out of the ordinary to me. I think that if they knew anything about my parents being wizards they would have said something. They were an older couple, in fact they are both dead now as well. That is why they didn't adopt me, the were too old for a child. But they told me when I was older that there WAS an explosion, a gas explosion. I think it was my parents' anniversary, and I was being babysat for the night, that's why I wasn't there. I didn't have any other family, so I was put up for adoption. I was adopted by an American couple, and now here I am.
Draco nodded. I see. He closed the book and took Elisabeth by the hand. Come on now, it's very late and you have had a hard day. I will take you to your room. He lead her out of the library and back down the hall to a very large and beautiful bedroom. It was decorated with shades of rose and mauve...Elisabeth's favorite colors..and along one wall was a large four poster bed. It was a room fit for a queen. She set down her backpack; she had taken one along that morning ,packing with overnight items just in case she would get into this sort of situation. Well... not EXACTLY this situation..she couldn't have predicted this.
I hope this will be comfortable. Elisabeth nodded. Oh yes, she said breathlessly. It's fantastic! Draco smile. Damn....that smile just seemed to melt everything. All right then, I will leave you. Goodnight. He started out the door, but turned back around. And Elisabeth? Please consider my offer.. about the tutoring. Perhaps current revelations will change your mind. Goodnight. And with that he left the room, closing the door behind him.