Stella got bored at staring outside through the window and decided to walk around. She stopped in front of the mirror that stood near the doorway.

"I hate my hair, it's too bright," she thought to herself.

Indeed, her long hair was bright. It was blonde that almost looked white. Her hair was originally black, but her parents changed it white, when she was five and adopted, to make it look like she was born in this family. Stella didn't know why they even bothered. Not only did they change the hair, but they also changed the eyes. Draco told her that she had bright red eyes with some grey-green bits around it, but didn't believe him because it sounded stupid. Now they were blue.

"Why do I even care?" she thought and walked out of the room.

She walked through several halls and several stairs. Five minutes later she finally got outside. It seemed the house of Malfoy was in the middle of nowhere, (A/N: I don't think they mentioned the exact location of the Malfoys in the books, did they? :P) It wasn't nowhere as in a sandy desert though. It was a large, wide-open, a tad bit hilly, green, grassland with some trees here and there. She saw her brother playing quidditch with some friends from a distance. They were the size of ants from where she was standing. She liked quidditch, and she felt like playing it. However, her brother didn't like it when she bothers him. Even so, she was bored.

"Hey! Can I play?" she shouted.

A few ant-sized wizards on brooms flew towards Stella. They didn't seem so small anymore. Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle and a few other Slytherins were now in front of Stella.

"What do you want?' snapped Malfoy.

"Can I play? I'm so bored," said Stella.

They all laughed loudly. Malfoy used that stupid smirk of his. "What the hell is so funny?" she thought, glaring at them.

"You haven't even flown bef-" said a Slytherin.

"Yes I have! I even played quidditch – once!" she snapped. Everyone was silent.

"When?" asked Malfoy.

"Father taught me how to fly while you and your friends were hanging out in Diagon Alley. I played quidditch with a bunch of Irish people I met."

"Irish?"

"Yeah, Irish, there were lots of red-heads. They told me that they were part of a famous quidditch team, but I didn't believe them. They taught me how to play."

"You don't believe in anything," laughed Malfoy. The others were laughing along with him.

"Well, I mean, I had my doubts -" said Stella, but they laughed louder.

"YOU IDIOTS!! STOP LAUGHING AT ME!!" she thought, but then she said it out loud.

Everyone stopped and stared at her. She immediately covered her mouth with her hands. This was probably the first time she said something offensive and spoke what she thought. Malfoy glared at his sister.

"Crabbe, give me your club. Want me to pretend you're a bludger, Stella?" he said angrily.

"Um… No -" Malfoy grabbed the club, mounted on his broom, and darted at his sister angrily. Stella ducked as he flew over her.

"YOU - YOU IDIOT! WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO?!?! KILL ME??" she shouted.

"No! I'm trying to hit your head!" he shouted back. He was about to turn to fly over Stella again.

"GOYLE! Give me your club! Quickly now!" she yelled. Goyle hesitated but Stella ended up with a club in her hand and tried to hit Malfoy as he flew over her again.

"Ha! You missed!" shouted Malfoy.

"S-SOMEONE GIVE ME THEIR BROOM! NOW!" Stella shouted. A boy gave her his broom and she flew on it. Now, Malfoy and Stella were trying to hit each other, missing every single time. Of course, they didn't REALLY want to kill each other, just bonk on the head maybe.

Lucius or Nacrissa didn't notice a single sound. They were inside and the walls were suppose to block every sound that could be heard from outside. They were just laying around, doing some reading, while their children were in mortal danger. At least Stella wasn't bored anymore.

Now the brother and sister were chasing around the manor. Still, the parents didn't notice the funny movements outside the window. Malfoy was behind Stella from a distance, and they were circling around and making a few turns here and there. Then, somehow, Malfoy, about to hit Stella's arm, managed to whack her knee. Stella screamed and hit his jaw. They didn't realize that they were getting closer to the ground. One… Two…

CRACK!! BANG!!

They rolled on the ground at such a fast speed. Very slowly, they stopped.

Stella was shocked to find herself in such a position. Her left leg screamed with pain, but she couldn't scream herself because she was so numb. Luckily, the two didn't hit their heads enough to break it. However, it seems that both of their brooms were broken. "Oh no! That boy…" Stella thought, remembering she borrowed a broom from someone else. She groaned as she tried to get up, but giving up as the pain in her leg grew. So, she just sat there, looking around. Draco was getting up. He was used to this sort of thing. Stella remembered him talking to her about the time when he crashed to the ground in his second year. He was wearing some garments that protected him from breaking his bones. "Oh, thank you for taking chances, Stella," Stella thought. Their parents would probably kill them. Stella continued looking around.

"Are we anywhere near the manor? Before we crashed I saw it," she mumbled. All she saw was grassland. Then she looked behind her. "Oh, there it is."