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the girl. Not her surname, but I own her. Otherwise, everything else
belongs to J.K Rowling.
A/N: I created the character of the girl, and I put some hard thought into her name. It is not actually stated in this chapter, but I think it will be in the next one. I hope you like this! Reviews are always nice, a nice little present wrapped in words..
~* Chapter 1
Against the cool, purple and red evening sky, Malfoy Manor stood out beautifully. With its smooth black marble walls, the large, black iron gates with the large M's on. Entwined around the M's were small, silver serpents. Lucius' favourite things were serpents. The Manor stood tall and menacing almost, with the large grounds around it and the tall black iron fence surrounding it. People who would happen to glance up to the hill on which Malfoy Manor was perched would at first be taken in by its beauty as the last of the suns rays bounced off the smooth walls, but as soon as the rays disappeared a shiver would go racing down their spine, making the hairs on the back of their neck's stand up. By day the Manor was beautiful, shining in the sun, but by night it was frightening, daunting and evil against the black night sky. Lights in the many windows would shine out like little eyes. Weird people would enter the gates by night, making the other residents in the small village weary. However, since a few weeks ago, these people had stopped visiting. Lucius Malfoy had stopped appearing in the village to look down his nose at the others. His wife would appear, with her long blonde hair and pointed nose to stare at the villagers, all of who were magical. But, then only a few weeks ago the Ministry of Magic had officially announced what Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter had said for the past year, was true. Lord Voldemort had risen again. And now he had disappeared, not a whisper of news. Not even a ripple in the guard the Magical Community had put up, the ripple being the start of the torture and killing. He was lulling them into a false sense of security. Some people had even started saying Dumbledore had bewitched Fudge's mind.
"I don't know Dennis. It all seems a bit suspicious to me," One old woman said sat in the local and cosy village pub. The residents would now gather nightly to discuss the news the Daily Prophet and Owls brought them.
"You don't understand Mandy. He did this the last time. People didn't dare believe we could be under threat, but then he brought down his horrible blunt axe and so it started," Said the old woman's husband. She cast him a stone cold glance and the door to the pub burst open. In stepped Narcissa Malfoy. Draped in a fine silk cloak wearing black robes underneath. Her hair cascading down her back, her eyes piercing through the residents. They seemed to cower under that gaze. By her side stood her son. Draco Malfoy. His white-blonde hair sleeked back against his head, his cold, grey eyes giving the same look as his Mother. Lucius Malfoy had been imprisoned in Azkaban. Everyone knew this. And everyone now knew the weird people that had haunted their village by night, were in fact Death Eaters. Narcissa seemed to glide inside and she took a seat at a table while Draco fussed about her cloak and finally removed it from her shoulders. Narcissa looked down her nose at all of them. She hated being in such a common pub. She would much rather be at home with a glass of brandy plotting her revenge and how it would be possible for Lucius to get out of Azkaban. Instead, Lucius has insisted Narcissa keep up the Malfoy hold on this small village. Narcissa had rose to the occasion spectacularly. For years, the residents had said she was just an accessory. The typical younger-than-her-husband wife. Doing what he said, and not thinking for herself. But she was not. She was the same as her husband. She shared the same dislike of commoners, muggles and especially mud-bloods.
"Mrs Malfoy, what can I possibly get you?" The barman gibbered as everyone sat in a stony silence.
"I will not be drinking from such a place. Who knows what you have all planned, poison my brandy no doubt. It has happened before now," Narcissa said her voice so icy many people flinched at her words. She was of course speaking of the time Lucius' Brother had been stupid enough to actually take a drink from a local, it had contained a deadly poison and his brother had died. Lucius had got his revenge thanks to Narcissa.
"What is the single light on at the Manor?" One woman suddenly wondered out loud. Everyone turned to the small, stained glass windows to look up at the single light shining against the night sky in Malfoy Manor. Narcissa took a sharp intake of breath and Draco frowned.
"Sort it," Narcissa muttered to Draco. Draco left immediately, running up to the Manor he almost yelled the password for the gates and ran up the black gravel path. He reached the doors and after undoing all the curses he walked into the white hallway, standing on the large gold M with serpents fixed to it he yelled loudly.
"Malfoy!" Draco was frowning in the darkness.
"What?" A voice snapped from somewhere on the second floor.
"Your light is on and the people in that pub can see it!" Draco said, he flinched thinking of his Mother left alone with all those lesser people.
"And?" The voice yelled back. Suddenly, a slim and short figure was just about visible in the dark stood leaning on the banister.
"You know what. If they know you are here," Draco said and suddenly he was doing some thinking. Maybe, maybe if he were to take this person to the pub, he could tell his mother he had not been able to stop them. Making this person finally banished from the Malfoy family. Making him the favourite, even more so. "Why don't you come down?"
"I will," The voice answered and footsteps padded down the marble staircase and suddenly the person stood before Draco.
"Where is your husband?" Mandy asked back in the pub, curious. Narcissa fixed her with her coldest glare. Mandy gasped as she fainted. Narcissa hated this. She was cursing Lucius right now. Where the hell was Draco? She thought. If he would come back she could leave. She had things she had to do. She was glaring around the whispering room when the door opened and Draco came in panting dramatically.
"I couldn't stop her," He said. And in walked a girl. With long, golden blonde hair falling down her back and draping down over her shoulders, cold, piercing ice blue eyes. She was rather short, but still she held a sort of beauty that was untouchable. Her presence immediately alarmed the room. Surely, she was a Malfoy. She had all the markings. Narcissa's eyes, Lucius' hair. Draco's face. She stood, her hair shielding her face in a pair of worn denim jeans. A black t-shirt ripped in the right places. And around her neck was a studded black leather choker.
"What on earth are you doing?" Narcissa snapped standing up at such a speed many of the locals cowered.
"He told me to come down here. Do not try and blame me for his ways. You know, he wants to be your favourite even more so he lies to try and make me look like an invalid," This girl answered in the same scarily icy tone as Narcissa. Narcissa stepped around the table and Draco instantly put her silk cloak around her small, delicate shoulders. Narcissa glared at the locals.
"You find this amusing? I have news for you all, tomorrow I shall be making an inspection of all of the Malfoy businesses, anyone not up to my standards will be fired and thrown from this village," Narcissa announced. She walked, not gliding this time, to the girl still stood in the doorway and grabbed her by the upper arm walked out at a quick speed, Draco followed.
"So, they have actually have a hidden daughter," The barman said as the shadows were visible going up the hill. Rumours had surrounded the couple for years, that Draco had a sister they had kept hidden. They sent her to school in a different country, and in the summer kept her inside the Manor. Apparently, now they were true. There was indeed another Malfoy.
~*~
Miles away, in Number 12 Grimmauld Place, a man sat at the kitchen table. His head in his hands. A candle softly flickered in the centre of the table burning dangerously low as wax dripped down the table and moulded the candle firmly to the table. The man suddenly raised his head.
"Remus, please," A woman said stood in the doorway.
"I'll be through in a little while," Remus answered in his calm, soothing voice. Yet, it was suddenly empty. He had lost all of his friends to Voldemort. He still had nightmares, Sirius falling, the look on his face, and the laughter from Bellatrix. Then, his nightmares would rewind, back to when he had arrived at Godric's Hollow. The horrible and tormenting blank look on James Potter's once lively and full of laughter face. The same look on the face of his wife, Lily Potter, who had once been able to calm a room with a smile, cheer a room with her laugh and put James in his place. They had looked so empty, worse than shells.
"Who's there?" Remus suddenly asked jumping to his feet knocking his chair over and gripping his wand so tight his knuckles went white.
"It's me," Ginny Weasley's voice answered in a slightly shaken tone.
"I'm so sorry," Remus apologised immediately. He bent down and picked up the old chair to see Ginny walk into the basement kitchen in a white nightgown, her shadow dancing along the walls as the flame of the candle flickered dangerously.
"I came to get a glass of water," Ginny explained quickly. She poured herself a glass, and then she left in a slight hurry. Remus sighed back into the chair, wallowing in the memories of death, life and the Marauders.
"All wounds heal, a wise young man told me that once," A soothing and calming voice, much like Remus' own tone, said from the doorway. Remus sighed.
"A young man now getting older and losing everything," Remus sighed.
"I do not agree," Albus Dumbledore answered moving from the doorway and sitting opposite Remus, he flicked his wand at the fire and it burst into merry flames, filling the room with light as the light in the candle finally flickered and went out. A wisp of black smoke from the candle rose into the air between Remus and Dumbledore.
"You bring me news, no doubt more depressing news," Remus sighed finally. He had never been like this before. He fingered a band around his finger, almost thoughtfully.
"Narcissa Malfoy made the mistake of sending Draco to deal with her daughter when the local residents noticed a light on in the Manor. She has been discovered, Remus," Dumbledore said lightly.
"So, what happens?" Remus sighed.
"You rest and I come back tomorrow. Wallowing will not help. You need to remember everything Sirius would have wanted you to carry on with. The Order, looking after Harry, yourself," Dumbledore added. Remus nodded smiling weakly. Dumbledore wished him a good night and left with a little, pop. The woman appeared in the doorway again.
"I'm coming," Remus sighed extinguishing the fire Dumbledore had created, he followed the woman up the flight of stairs hoping to fall into slumber quickly and not being troubled. If what Dumbledore had briefly told him, was true. Things were about to get a lot worse.
A/N: I created the character of the girl, and I put some hard thought into her name. It is not actually stated in this chapter, but I think it will be in the next one. I hope you like this! Reviews are always nice, a nice little present wrapped in words..
~* Chapter 1
Against the cool, purple and red evening sky, Malfoy Manor stood out beautifully. With its smooth black marble walls, the large, black iron gates with the large M's on. Entwined around the M's were small, silver serpents. Lucius' favourite things were serpents. The Manor stood tall and menacing almost, with the large grounds around it and the tall black iron fence surrounding it. People who would happen to glance up to the hill on which Malfoy Manor was perched would at first be taken in by its beauty as the last of the suns rays bounced off the smooth walls, but as soon as the rays disappeared a shiver would go racing down their spine, making the hairs on the back of their neck's stand up. By day the Manor was beautiful, shining in the sun, but by night it was frightening, daunting and evil against the black night sky. Lights in the many windows would shine out like little eyes. Weird people would enter the gates by night, making the other residents in the small village weary. However, since a few weeks ago, these people had stopped visiting. Lucius Malfoy had stopped appearing in the village to look down his nose at the others. His wife would appear, with her long blonde hair and pointed nose to stare at the villagers, all of who were magical. But, then only a few weeks ago the Ministry of Magic had officially announced what Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter had said for the past year, was true. Lord Voldemort had risen again. And now he had disappeared, not a whisper of news. Not even a ripple in the guard the Magical Community had put up, the ripple being the start of the torture and killing. He was lulling them into a false sense of security. Some people had even started saying Dumbledore had bewitched Fudge's mind.
"I don't know Dennis. It all seems a bit suspicious to me," One old woman said sat in the local and cosy village pub. The residents would now gather nightly to discuss the news the Daily Prophet and Owls brought them.
"You don't understand Mandy. He did this the last time. People didn't dare believe we could be under threat, but then he brought down his horrible blunt axe and so it started," Said the old woman's husband. She cast him a stone cold glance and the door to the pub burst open. In stepped Narcissa Malfoy. Draped in a fine silk cloak wearing black robes underneath. Her hair cascading down her back, her eyes piercing through the residents. They seemed to cower under that gaze. By her side stood her son. Draco Malfoy. His white-blonde hair sleeked back against his head, his cold, grey eyes giving the same look as his Mother. Lucius Malfoy had been imprisoned in Azkaban. Everyone knew this. And everyone now knew the weird people that had haunted their village by night, were in fact Death Eaters. Narcissa seemed to glide inside and she took a seat at a table while Draco fussed about her cloak and finally removed it from her shoulders. Narcissa looked down her nose at all of them. She hated being in such a common pub. She would much rather be at home with a glass of brandy plotting her revenge and how it would be possible for Lucius to get out of Azkaban. Instead, Lucius has insisted Narcissa keep up the Malfoy hold on this small village. Narcissa had rose to the occasion spectacularly. For years, the residents had said she was just an accessory. The typical younger-than-her-husband wife. Doing what he said, and not thinking for herself. But she was not. She was the same as her husband. She shared the same dislike of commoners, muggles and especially mud-bloods.
"Mrs Malfoy, what can I possibly get you?" The barman gibbered as everyone sat in a stony silence.
"I will not be drinking from such a place. Who knows what you have all planned, poison my brandy no doubt. It has happened before now," Narcissa said her voice so icy many people flinched at her words. She was of course speaking of the time Lucius' Brother had been stupid enough to actually take a drink from a local, it had contained a deadly poison and his brother had died. Lucius had got his revenge thanks to Narcissa.
"What is the single light on at the Manor?" One woman suddenly wondered out loud. Everyone turned to the small, stained glass windows to look up at the single light shining against the night sky in Malfoy Manor. Narcissa took a sharp intake of breath and Draco frowned.
"Sort it," Narcissa muttered to Draco. Draco left immediately, running up to the Manor he almost yelled the password for the gates and ran up the black gravel path. He reached the doors and after undoing all the curses he walked into the white hallway, standing on the large gold M with serpents fixed to it he yelled loudly.
"Malfoy!" Draco was frowning in the darkness.
"What?" A voice snapped from somewhere on the second floor.
"Your light is on and the people in that pub can see it!" Draco said, he flinched thinking of his Mother left alone with all those lesser people.
"And?" The voice yelled back. Suddenly, a slim and short figure was just about visible in the dark stood leaning on the banister.
"You know what. If they know you are here," Draco said and suddenly he was doing some thinking. Maybe, maybe if he were to take this person to the pub, he could tell his mother he had not been able to stop them. Making this person finally banished from the Malfoy family. Making him the favourite, even more so. "Why don't you come down?"
"I will," The voice answered and footsteps padded down the marble staircase and suddenly the person stood before Draco.
"Where is your husband?" Mandy asked back in the pub, curious. Narcissa fixed her with her coldest glare. Mandy gasped as she fainted. Narcissa hated this. She was cursing Lucius right now. Where the hell was Draco? She thought. If he would come back she could leave. She had things she had to do. She was glaring around the whispering room when the door opened and Draco came in panting dramatically.
"I couldn't stop her," He said. And in walked a girl. With long, golden blonde hair falling down her back and draping down over her shoulders, cold, piercing ice blue eyes. She was rather short, but still she held a sort of beauty that was untouchable. Her presence immediately alarmed the room. Surely, she was a Malfoy. She had all the markings. Narcissa's eyes, Lucius' hair. Draco's face. She stood, her hair shielding her face in a pair of worn denim jeans. A black t-shirt ripped in the right places. And around her neck was a studded black leather choker.
"What on earth are you doing?" Narcissa snapped standing up at such a speed many of the locals cowered.
"He told me to come down here. Do not try and blame me for his ways. You know, he wants to be your favourite even more so he lies to try and make me look like an invalid," This girl answered in the same scarily icy tone as Narcissa. Narcissa stepped around the table and Draco instantly put her silk cloak around her small, delicate shoulders. Narcissa glared at the locals.
"You find this amusing? I have news for you all, tomorrow I shall be making an inspection of all of the Malfoy businesses, anyone not up to my standards will be fired and thrown from this village," Narcissa announced. She walked, not gliding this time, to the girl still stood in the doorway and grabbed her by the upper arm walked out at a quick speed, Draco followed.
"So, they have actually have a hidden daughter," The barman said as the shadows were visible going up the hill. Rumours had surrounded the couple for years, that Draco had a sister they had kept hidden. They sent her to school in a different country, and in the summer kept her inside the Manor. Apparently, now they were true. There was indeed another Malfoy.
~*~
Miles away, in Number 12 Grimmauld Place, a man sat at the kitchen table. His head in his hands. A candle softly flickered in the centre of the table burning dangerously low as wax dripped down the table and moulded the candle firmly to the table. The man suddenly raised his head.
"Remus, please," A woman said stood in the doorway.
"I'll be through in a little while," Remus answered in his calm, soothing voice. Yet, it was suddenly empty. He had lost all of his friends to Voldemort. He still had nightmares, Sirius falling, the look on his face, and the laughter from Bellatrix. Then, his nightmares would rewind, back to when he had arrived at Godric's Hollow. The horrible and tormenting blank look on James Potter's once lively and full of laughter face. The same look on the face of his wife, Lily Potter, who had once been able to calm a room with a smile, cheer a room with her laugh and put James in his place. They had looked so empty, worse than shells.
"Who's there?" Remus suddenly asked jumping to his feet knocking his chair over and gripping his wand so tight his knuckles went white.
"It's me," Ginny Weasley's voice answered in a slightly shaken tone.
"I'm so sorry," Remus apologised immediately. He bent down and picked up the old chair to see Ginny walk into the basement kitchen in a white nightgown, her shadow dancing along the walls as the flame of the candle flickered dangerously.
"I came to get a glass of water," Ginny explained quickly. She poured herself a glass, and then she left in a slight hurry. Remus sighed back into the chair, wallowing in the memories of death, life and the Marauders.
"All wounds heal, a wise young man told me that once," A soothing and calming voice, much like Remus' own tone, said from the doorway. Remus sighed.
"A young man now getting older and losing everything," Remus sighed.
"I do not agree," Albus Dumbledore answered moving from the doorway and sitting opposite Remus, he flicked his wand at the fire and it burst into merry flames, filling the room with light as the light in the candle finally flickered and went out. A wisp of black smoke from the candle rose into the air between Remus and Dumbledore.
"You bring me news, no doubt more depressing news," Remus sighed finally. He had never been like this before. He fingered a band around his finger, almost thoughtfully.
"Narcissa Malfoy made the mistake of sending Draco to deal with her daughter when the local residents noticed a light on in the Manor. She has been discovered, Remus," Dumbledore said lightly.
"So, what happens?" Remus sighed.
"You rest and I come back tomorrow. Wallowing will not help. You need to remember everything Sirius would have wanted you to carry on with. The Order, looking after Harry, yourself," Dumbledore added. Remus nodded smiling weakly. Dumbledore wished him a good night and left with a little, pop. The woman appeared in the doorway again.
"I'm coming," Remus sighed extinguishing the fire Dumbledore had created, he followed the woman up the flight of stairs hoping to fall into slumber quickly and not being troubled. If what Dumbledore had briefly told him, was true. Things were about to get a lot worse.
