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Aurora will be called Adriana from here on out!

Chapter 4: Brother to Sister

Something extremely hard was settled under my stomach as I shot through the fireplace at Malfoy Manor. My breath caught in my throat. Whatever it was, it hurt like hell!

"Ouch!" I croaked.

"Get off my leg, Adriana!" Draco screamed.

"Oh, come off it! I'm in pain here!"

"So am I!"

"Come on, children!" Mother said. "Stop playing around!"

I hurried to my feet, clutching my stomach. God, Draco was so damn skinny!

A horrid little thing came running towards us. Large blue eyes it had. I was repulsed at its attire, too. A small, extremely dirty towel that was pinned at the shoulders was loosely draped over its skinny frame.

"Mistress Narcissa! What can Squeaky do for you?" the thing said.

"Ah, yes, Squeaky, this is Adriana Jones," she replied. "Take her things to the guest bedroom."

"Yes, Mistress Narcissa!" it squeaked. No wonder they called it Squeaky. It reminded me of a squeaky toy.

It came over to me with outstretched hands. Disgusted, I handed it my backpack. Note to self: disinfect it after I get to my room.

"And Draco," Mother continued. "Show Adriana around the manor."

"All right," he said. He held out his hand to me. "Shall we?"

I gasped. "Uh, sure, I guess so."

What is this? My half-brother is being nice to me? After what went down at the Leaky Cauldron? He needs his head examined. Either that or the pain in his leg is making him delirious!

"Let's go, Riana!" he yelled.

I snapped out of my trance. "What?"

"Wizarding World to Adriana. Are you there?" he asked, snapping his fingers in front of my face.

I batted his hand out of my face. "Yes, I'm here."

"Well let's go already!"

"Fine," I snapped, flashing him a death glare.

"This way, if you please," he said, he voice dripping with sarcasm.

We walked in silence for a time until he decided to speak. "So tell me about your school in America."

"Northeast Academy of Magic?" I asked. He nodded.

"What do you want to know?"

"Did you have Houses there?"

"Yes, we did. Rykiel, Sciara, Evona, and Likala."

"Which one were you in?"

"Rykiel, but most everyone wants to be a Likala," I replied with a sigh.

"Why?"

"It's a House unlike the others. It's a mix of all the traits."

"Like what?"

"Could be a mix of anything. Rykiels are cunning, ambitious, power-hungry. Sciaras are brave, chivalrous, true risk takers. Evonas are really smart, wise, things like that. Likalas are a mix of anything."

"So basically, Rykiels are Slytherins. Sciaras are Gryffindors. Evonas are Ravenclaws."

"Yep, but I see you don't have an equivalent of Likala."

"No, it's true. We don't have a House for mixed traits. Just the stupid, loyal ones."

"Ah, yes, I remember reading about it. Hufflepuff, right?"

He ignored the last thing I said. "Tell me more about your school."

"The Academy was a nice place I guess. Purebloods only."

"Your school was all purebloods?" he asked, his eyes practically bulging out of his head.

I nodded. I had nothing else to say about the Academy. "Can you please show me to my room? I'm tired and wish to retire for the night."

"You will meet my father then retire," he said.

"Fine. Where is he anyway?"

"Death Eater meeting, I guess. We must wait until they are finished."

"Death Eater?" I asked, clearly confused.

"I can't tell you here. The house elves might be listening."

"House elves?" I asked.

"That little creature that took your backpack!" he said, a look of annoyance etched on his face.

"That's a house elf?" I squeaked. Any higher, I could have been Squeaky's sister.

"Yes!" His annoyed look never left his face. "Don't you have house elves in America?"

I shook my head. "Well, we can't stay in the hallway. Let's go to somewhere more suitable for conversation," he said, clearly ignoring my comment about house elves. Taking me by the hand, he led me to an elegant drawing room. He sat in a black leather chair and rang a bell. Another house elf appeared. This one was slightly cleaner than Squeaky. It had large brown eyes and an old pillowcase hanging from it.

"Misha, go get some tea for us."

"Yes, Master Draco," it said before scurrying off.

"So what in God's name is a Death Eater?"

"Have you ever heard of Voldemort?" he asked, his voice low.

"Yes, of course I have! Do you honestly think that our Magic History class wouldn't mention it?"

"That saves me a lot of trouble," he smirked. I smirked back.

"Well, he is an evil wizard. Anyone who follows him is called a Death Eater. I'm to be one someday."

"So they must not be very selective if they're going to accept you."

"Take that back, Riana!" he exclaimed, rising slowly from his seat.

"Not until you tell me what I need to know."

"Fine. Well you know that Voldemort just came back to power, right?"

I nodded. "Well, new recruits are branded with the Dark Mark. They attend meetings on a weekly basis. In fact, there was a Death Eater attack just last week, in some Muggle town," he said before sitting back down. Those cold eyes never left my face.

Misha returned to the drawing room with some tea. "Took you long enough, you lousy, rotten excuse for a servant."

"Misha is very sorry, Master Draco," it sobbed.

"Your tears do not give you pity. Not from me, anyway. Now serve the damn tea and get out of here!"

"Yes, Master Draco."

It served the tea and scurried out of sight, leaving me with the half-brother from hell.

"Evil people are Death Eaters I take it?"

He nodded. "Not just evil, but pureblooded evil. Father is so pleased that Voldemort wants me to join next summer."

"Next summer?" I gasped, nearly choking on my tea.

"Isn't that wonderful?" he asked. "Not a single person in my year is going to be one until they graduate. I'll be the first one." I nodded, not knowing what to say.

"Besides, I'll be following the family business. Father is a Death Eater. There's no reason why I can't be one as well."

Draco checked his watch. "The meeting should be ending soon," he said, his eyes suddenly full of amusement.

"What?" I asked, feeling very uncomfortable in Draco's presence.

"Yes, Draco, tell her what," a creepy male voice said from the shadows.

Draco rose from his seat. "Father, I thought the meeting wasn't going to end for another ten minutes."

"Wormtail grew weary of standing next to the Master. Stupid moron." His gaze fell to me. "And who is this lovely lady?"

"Father, may I present Miss Adriana Jones, from America."

"And why is she here, Draco?" he asked.

"Oh, Mother saw her at the Leaky Cauldron and felt like she needed to take her here."

"That's your mother for you. Always bringing people here." He walked over to me and put an arm around my shoulder. "I'm Lucius Malfoy," he hissed in my ear. "You'd better behave while you are here, Miss Jones."

I nodded. "Very well," he said. "Do not stay up too late, Draco." He walked out with an arrogant aura around him.

"So that's the person who sent me away," I muttered.

"I heard that, Adriana!" Draco exclaimed. "You are lucky he didn't see through your charms. He probably forgot that Adriana Malfoy exists."

"Well, who am I, Draco? First I was known as Adriana Blank, like it says on my birth certificate. Then, I'm Aurora Leigh Sullivan. Then Adriana Jones. Now I'm Adriana Malfoy? What is this shit? Who the hell am I?" I screamed, putting my head in my hands. I started to cry.

Thunder and lightening was heard from outside the Manor as I sobbed. Draco sat back down. I couldn't see his expression.

"I'm not the one to tell you that," he said harshly. "That's for you to decide. Who knows? Maybe Mother will tell you who your father is."

"Whatever, Draco. At least you have had the same identity since you were born. I've had three in the past twelve hours! I don't know who I am."

He didn't say a thing. Maybe what I said was finally getting through to him.

"May I retire now, brother?" I asked annoyed, wiping my tears away from my blotchy face.  "I'm quite exhausted from running away from those damn Muggles."

"If you must," he said, taking me by the hand. "Your room is this way."

He led me through a bunch of hallways before stopping in front of a large door. "This is your room. If you need anything, my room is adjoined to yours. Good night, Adriana," he said rather formally.

"Good night, Draco."

I opened the extravagant door, only to find the room to be adorned in silver and black. "Your things have been unpacked, but you might want to hide your Muggle things somewhere. There are robes for you to wear while you are here," he said before leaving me.

Not bothering to change into some pajamas, I fell asleep on the extra large bed.

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