Chapter 2, in which the girl is introduced and randomness happens.

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2. Most Beautiful

Draco paced up and down the small room, while Dumbledore and Snape spoke in hushed voices next to her.

He couldn't believe she was back. It had been, what, almost a year since he'd last seen her. Sure, they'd written but god he'd missed her. She looked different to when Draco had last laid eyes on her, but she still retained her magnificent effortless beauty.

"Mr Malfoy, Professor Snape and I must discuss this with the others. Will you be okay to stay?" asked Dumbledore.

Draco nodded and rushed over to her bedside, grasping her long, thin, pale hands with their black painted nails in one of his, using the other to gently stroke her hair.

Slowly, hesitantly, her eyelids flickered and blue orbs became visible, shining up at Draco. A smile pulled at the girl's mouth.

"Draco, my saviour," she said, her voice barely audible.

He grinned. "What are brothers for?"

Draco couldn't believe his sister was here, in Hogwarts. He and Calixa were birds of a feather, peas in a pod. Of course, they were twins. Every other generation of Malfoy's were twins.

"You look very different," he commented, twining a lock of her dark hair around his fingers.

"Dray, if you were smart you'd be doing everything you can to distance yourself from the Malfoy name."

"So all this is...a disguise?"

"Of sorts. It's not safe to be a Malfoy anymore. Unless you want to be caught, in which case feel free to yell your name from the top of the parapets."

Draco grinned, opening his mouth to reply, but the entrance of the two Professors interrupted him.

"Ah, Miss Malfoy, you're awake I see," said Dumbledore.

Calixa sat up on the bed and smiled at the two men. "Yes, I'm sorry to have caused any trouble."

"None at all. If you feel up to it, we request your presence at a meeting so you can tell us of your story and become...acquainted with others. Of course, if you do not feel you are able to, we can reschedule."

She shook her head and rose from the bed, wiping imaginary dust from her clothes. "I'm fine, really, I feel stupid to have made such a fuss."

Draco stood next to her. "You didn't make a fuss. You passed out." He turned his attention to the two Professors. "Who is attending this meeting?"

"Everyone," Snape replied shortly.

"Am I allowed?"

Dumbledore smiled kindly at Draco. "Of course, you are one of us."


Harry looked around the table at which he now sat. It was the usual people. He, Hermione and Ron, Remus, who was looking paler and more sickly everyday, Mundungus Fletcher, Tonks, and the rest of the Weasley family – minus the twins and Percy.

They were waiting for Dumbledore, who had called this emergency meeting, regardless of the fact it was almost ten. Snape and Draco himself had also not yet arrived.

"What do you reckon this meeting's about?" asked Ron, voicing everyone's thoughts.

"Probably about the girl this morning," muttered Harry.

"Yes," mused Hermione in agreement. "There's clearly a story there."

Ron looked incredulously at her. "Clearly. It would be odd if there wasn't a story with a girl like that turning up covered in blood and passing out."

"What do you mean a girl like that?" demanded Hermione, eyes narrowing.

Ron began to turn red and started stuttering, but was rescued by Harry.

"It's unlikely he meant anything by that comment, Hermione, but Ron is just stating that it is an unusual occurrence for a meal at Hogwart's."

"And what about Malfoy and Snape?" commented Ron. "I could've sworn the two of them were close to human emotion. Maybe that's what the meeting's about."

"Ron, don't be so nasty," scolded Mrs Weasley, breaking away from her conversation with Remus and Arthur.

"Sorry mum," murmured Ron, still blushing furiously.

The room fell silent as Dumbledore came through the door, followed by Snape, Draco and the girl. She was still wearing the same clothes, but all the blood had been cleaned from her skin.

The elderly Headmaster sat in his usual seat at the head of the table and motioned for the other three to take available seats. Harry found himself in between Ron and the girl, on who's other side sat Draco.

"Thank you for all coming and I apologise for the short notice and the lateness but this really is rather urgent. For those of you who are not students or teachers, I must explain what happened tonight at dinner. This young lady here is Calixa Malfoy, sister of Draco, and she was attending Wizarding School in Italy until very recently. Tonight, she arrived in the Great Hall in quite a state. Unfortunately, this is all we know as she fell unconscious. However, if you feel up to it," Dumbledore continued, now looking at Calixa, "I ask you to tell us what happened."

Calixa shrugged, leaning back in her chair. "They found me."

It was the first time Harry had heard her speak. Her voice was soft and husky, sensual and intoxicating.

"Who?" inquired Remus, looking intently at Calixa.

"Death Eater's. I've been hiding for almost a year and a half, but they found me."

"Perhaps you should explain why they're looking for you," coaxed Snape.

Harry, along with almost everyone else at the table, was taken aback by the concern and love in Snape's voice.

"I'm a Seer. I can read tarot cards and crystal balls and scry."

Draco placed his hand on top of hers. "It's a little more than that. Tell them Lix."

"I can read people."

Ron frowned. "Read people's minds?"

Calixa shook her head. "Their souls." She slumped back further in the chair and crossed her arms over her chest. "People can hide what's going on in their minds – leglimacy, just not thinking it. But there's no way to hide what is in your soul."

"Lix, tell them the rest," urged Draco.

"When my father found out he told Voldermort and Voldermort formed a blood connection between him and I, meaning that I can see what is in Voldermort's soul at any point from anywhere. Being connected to Voldermort means I'm connected to every other Death Eater."

Hermione apprehensively raised her hand. "I'm sorry, I don't understand. Why would Voldermort want you to be able to read his soul? And the soul of every other Death Eater?"

"By being bonded to the Death Eater's I would be of assistance to Voldermort. As for being bonded to him...I don't know why it was done, but the fact is that it was done."

"Now," announced Dumbledore, "Miss Malfoy will begin attending Hogwart's as of tomorrow and will join the seventh year. Of course, she will have to be sorted, but we will arrange that later. There will need to be extra security on the school. There is no doubt that the Death Eater's will be sent to find her as she can foresee Voldermort's every move."

"What will the extra security consist of?" asked Molly Weasley.

"No magical creatures. We don't know whether we can trust them. Strong spells will guard the castles," replied Snape.

"Any other questions?"

Everyone looked at everyone else but no one seemed to want to ask anything.

"Right. Then the meeting is adjourned." Dumbledore stood up and invited the others to leave. "If all the students could remain for a few more moments."

All the adults left, though not before Mrs Weasley had had the opportunity to hug them all, and Dumbledore sat opposite the five remaining people.

"It is very important that all of this remains a secret. If this gets out to any other students...well it's no secret that some of the pupils here have parents who are Death Eaters. Now, for tonight all five of you shall sleep in here. House elves will be sent down soon with some nightwear and such like for all of you. Tomorrow morning after breakfast you will all come to my office, where Miss Malfoy will be sorted. Okay?"

They all nodded their agreement.

"Very well. Miss Granger and Misters Weasley and Malfoy, may I speak to you outside for just a moment?"

Looking very confused and somewhat nervous the three left the room with Dumbledore, leaving Harry alone with Calixa.

"So, you're the famous Harry Potter?" she asked, flicking through one of the many books that lay on the table.

"That's me. And you're Draco's sister?"

"Hmm, twin sister."

"Wow. You seem a lot nicer than him."

Calixa laughed. "All that's just an act. He's not as bad as he seems."

"I'll agree when I have proof of it."

She laughed again and returned to the book, her hair hiding her face from Harry.

"Calixa is an interesting name. What does it mean?"

She looked up at Harry through long black lashes. "It's Latin derived from the Greek masculine name Kalistus mean most beautiful."

"They definitely got that right then."

Calixa smiled, giving Harry a glimpse of a tongue ring. "Thank you."

"So...you can read tarot cards?"

"Uh hu. Ever since I was little."

"Could you do mine sometime?"

"Sure. I'll do them later."

"Cool."

Calixa smiled again, that beautiful smile and once again returned to the book.

From his seat opposite her, Harry could now see that she and Draco looked very similar. Same bone structure, same pale skin, same full, pale pink lips, same bright blue eyes. Both of them were beautiful.

'Woah, where did that come from? Draco isn't beautiful. He's Malfoy and he's an arrogant prick.'

Harry jumped up almost guiltily from his seat when Ron and Draco came back in.

"Dumbledore just wanted to talk about some prefect stuff," explained the red head before his best friend could ask. "He's still talking to Hermione about head girl stuff."

Draco walked straight over to his sister and wrapped his arms around her, burying his head in her newly dyed hair. "I've missed you so much Lix."

"Missed you too Ko."

"Love you."

"Love you."



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