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Disclaimer: Unfortunately, the last time I checked I was not J.K. Rowling therefore I do not own Harry Potter. I own nothing besides the main character and a few other random characters. Even though I do own a few random characters it does not mean that I am getting any money whatsoever from writing this little story. I am writing this to give myself something to do and challenge myself, considering school is far too easy and does not stimulate my mind as much as having complete power over what I write.
Rated: R – For harsh language, mental and physical child-abuse, references to rape, and violence.
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Enchanting Darkness
Chapter 2: Dear Miss Kaida A. Malfoy
Draco woke up to the sound of an owl loudly tapping the glass of his window. He got up from his couch and wondered sleepily to the closed window to let the owl inside. The owl quickly flew in once Draco had successfully opened the window. Although Draco was still half asleep, he instantly recognized it as a Hogwart's owl. Wondering why his Hogwart's letter would come so soon into the summer, he grabbed the letter and tore it open without reading the envelope. He read the first line and stopped, slowly becoming confused.
Dear Miss Kaida Amelie Malfoy,
He read the first line one more time as if he had been hallucinating. The words were still the same, as before – they had not changed – his eyes were not lying to him. Draco loved his sister dearly, he would do anything to protect her, except not become a Death Eater, that was something he had to do to keep her and his mother safe – no matter what they thought, however, he did not see the need to send her to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It would simply make her known and being known is not necessarily safe, although she would be with Draco and he would be there to protect her.
Kaida rolled over in Draco's bed and slowly fluttered open her bluish-grey eyes. "Draco?" she whispered. He turned his gaze from the letter to his younger sister. "Yes Kai?" he asked. "Thank you," she said before closing her eyes and falling back to sleep. He smirked and turned his attention back to the letter.
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Draco, with the letter gripped tightly in his left hand, left his bedroom and walked down the hall to the library. He knocked on the large cherry-wood door. The door swung open. "Mother!" he said as he walked into the dimly lit room. His mother was sitting in a large black leather chair with a book on her lap. "Yes Draco?" she asked, closing the book and setting it on the table. He gave her the letter and waited for her to finish reading it.
She looked up at Draco, "This is wonderful." Draco, now confused as ever, looked at his mother in shock. "What do you mean 'this is wonderful'? This is terrible! Mother, people will know about her," he said boldly. The smile on Narcissa's face faded, "Draco, you saw her last night. She simply cannot stay here."
"Draco, dear," Narcissa said, "Would you please check on Kaida?" Draco nodded, "I still don't agree with you." He walked out of the dim library, stretching as he made his way to his own bedroom. He opened the door and found Kaida with the envelope and other letter he had accidentally left behind. Kaida looked up from the pieces of parchment and began to stare at her brother. "What is all this about?" she asked, now eying the parchment again. Draco shrugged, "I don't know."
"Don't bullshit me, Draco. I am not stupid, you know. It has my name on it," she yelled, angrily throwing the pieces of parchment at him. He picked them up and set them on his bed, in front of her. "What is it?" she asked again. Draco gave in, he knew his mother would tell her eventually anyway; it might as well be him to let her know. "They're your Hogwarts letters," he said simply, searching through his wardrobe for something to wear that day. Pulling out a dark green robe he said, "Mother thinks you should go."
"Do you want me to go, Draco?" Kaida asked, staring intently at the Slytherin Prince. Draco did not answer right away. He turned toward his couch and laid the dark green robe down. After walking back to his wardrobe he finally answered, "I do not know if it's a good idea."
"Why?" Kaida asked, not understanding completely. Draco stopped searching through his wardrobe. "It may not be safe. People will know about you," he said. "Oh," Kaida said simply. She looked around Draco's evil looking bedroom – the dim lights, the black silk sheets, black leather couch and chairs, and the dark cherry-wood desk, wardrobe and doors. "Would you rather have me here with mother and Voldemort coming over all the time to practically beat me unconscious – like last night? But you wont be here to help me through it," she added.
Draco looked thoughtful as he sat down on a chair near his window. "I suppose. I would be able to watch over you," he said, looking out the window at the dark grey sky.
Kaida's face lit up in the largest smile Draco had ever seen on her. "Thank you, Draco!" she yelled, jumping up to give him a hug. She stopped once her feet hit the floor; the room began to spin. Kaida fainted; her body hit Draco's bed instantly. Draco stood up from his chair and rushed to Kaida's limp body. He picked her up and carried her into her own bedroom, laying her on her bed and pulling the covers up around her chin.
"Sleep well, Kai," Draco whispered as he closed her bedroom door.
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Virginia Weasley, the youngest child and only daughter of Arthur and Molly Weasley, stretched out in her small light pink bed. She took in a deep breath; the air smelt like freshly baked chocolate cake. She smiled cheerfully to herself as she sat up, she was happy to be home, and pulled the light pink sheets off her pale legs. Scanning her room, looking for her clock, she noticed a Hogwart's owl perched on her open windowsill. That is odd, Ginny thought as she stood and walked toward the large barn owl.
"Hullo," she said, stroking the owl's feathers.
The owl stuck his right foot out waiting for Ginny to take the letter. She looked at the letter curiously before taking it and sitting back down on her bed. The owl flew off out of the window into the dark blue sky. Ginny opened the envelope and took out two pieces of parchment, which she unfolded immediately.
Dear Miss Virginia Michelle Weasley,
In view of the fact that you have a private dormitory, Headmaster Dumbledore would like to ask your permission to allow a new fifth year student to live in your dormitory. She does have one family member already attending Hogwarts, however, Headmaster Dumbledore believes it would be a better environment for her to live in your dormitory. We do not know what House she will be in, though we do not believe that will be a problem once you get to know her.
In order to get any problems worked out, we will need you to come to Hogwarts on August 31. Headmaster Dumbledore has already owled your parents for permission and they have agreed.
The remainder of the letter explained the travel arrangements and such but nothing about the girl who would be sharing Ginny's private dormitory with her.
In Virginia's first year of Hogwarts she stumbled across Tom Riddle's diary. He had possessed her and forced her to do terrible things. She had frequent nightmares about the events of her first year so Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall decided to allow Ginny to have her own small dormitory fit just for one person with a bathroom, bedroom and small common room with a couch, fireplace and a small table with chairs.
Ginny turned the parchment repeatedly trying to find some information about the girl but again found nothing. She frowned slightly and stood up. Walking down the stairs to the kitchen, Ron ran past her, knocking her down. Her head hit the hard ground that sent an excruciating pain flooding her body. "Oh, sorry. I didn't see you, Ginny," Ron said, picking her up from the floor.
Ginny dusted the dirt from the floor off her old blue and silver striped pajama pants that were quite big on her since they had once belonged to her older brother Charlie.
"It is just fine, Ron," she whispered, walking quickly past him down the stairs. She rolled her big brown eyes as she entered the warm kitchen and sat down at the presently empty table.
"Good morning, dear," Mrs. Weasley said cheerfully when she noticed Ginny sit down at the kitchen table. Ginny distractedly nodded. "Morning, mum," she said wearily.
Ginny seemed to wake up a bit when she remembered the letter. Her eyes became wide with excitement. "Mum, mum," Ginny said trying to get her mother's attention. Molly Weasley turned around from the stove to face her only daughter. "Yes, dear?" she asked. "I received a letter from Hogwarts this morning. Do you know anything about the girl I'll be living with? My letter didn't say a word about her name or personality or what she looks like…" Ginny trailed off when she noticed her mother's worried expression.
"What is it mum?" she asked. Her mother shook her head. "I don't know much about her either. Sorry, sweetie," Mrs. Weasley said turning about around to the stove.
"Why don't you know anything about her?" Ginny asked finally after sitting in utter silence for nearly fifteen minutes. "Professor Dumbledore thinks it would be better for her to tell you herself – when she feels comfortable with you. I believe he has not told her a thing about you either – probably for the same reason," Molly said as she set six plates on the kitchen table.
Ginny counted the number of plates and raised an eyebrow at her mother. Molly smiled, "Fred and George are coming by for breakfast."
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"What do you mean she won't be in the Slytherin House with me?" Draco shouted, throwing the second piece of parchment from the letter across the table toward his mother. Narcissa sighed softly. She hated to watch her only son slowly become the spitting image of Lucius. She hated to see the hate flowing through him come out. She hated to see even more hate enter his body. She hated to know she could do nothing about it.
"Draco, she'll have a private house. Away from any Slytherins that may want or have instructions to hurt her," Narcissa said, trying to reason with the livid sixteen year old across the table.
Her statement did not necessarily take Draco's worry away. "What in Merlin's name do you mean by 'private'? he asked suspiciously. "It will not be full of students like the other dormitories. She will be sharing her quarters with another fifth year girl. I do not know anything about her, although Professor Dumbledore assured me they will get along just fine," Narcissa said with a smile.
Although she still did not take Draco's worry away, he decided to give in, to simply stop the conversation and any anger that may result in the conversation going along any further.
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