As much as I love the books, I regret to say that all of Harry Potter belongs to J K Rowling. This includes all of the characters except for Ryua (who's mine) most of the places, and an awful lot of the spells. Oh, and if you see something that looks like one of your stories, I'm really, really sorry. I don't mean to plagiarize. I've just read a lot of really cool fanfics, and they melt into my brain, but I'll try not to use any of it.
Sibling Rivalries
The only time Draco and Ryua never fought was late nights, healing each other's welts and bruises. By age 11, they were quite adept at using their mother's self-replenishing first aid kit to doctor up minor injuries. Most of the spells induced mental pain, rarely leaving obvious marks, and Ryua was much more likely to be the one under the wand. Draco was the apple of his father's eye, but was hexed enough to cooperate with Ryua at night. This was the only time they got along, however.
"Draco!" Ryua's screech came from the left wing of the mansion, but could be heard reverberating all the way through the floorboards. "Where's my pluffskein? You'd better not be experimenting on him again!" Draco and Ryua had just celebrated their 11th birthdays that spring, and each had got a white longhair pluffskein as one of their presents. Draco's had gone missing earlier that week, and everyone pretended not to notice the soft white fur which kept appearing in unexpected places. Ryua, on the other hand, loved hers like any sensible girl of eleven would, unswervingly. Later in her life, she realized this to be an outlet for all the tender, gentle feelings that kept getting squashed in her less than loving family, but now she was just a young girl protecting her pet from an evil menace. "You give him back!" she shouted, leaping on her brother who was innocently reading one of his adventure novels.
"What?" Draco asked sweetly back, "I haven't taken anything from you."
"Ohh, don't you give me that, Draco. Now, where did you put Cotton? If you've done anything to him..."
"Get off of me! Father!" Draco yelled in his whiny tone, as Ryua started to dig her fingernails into his arms.
"Now, what is going on here?" Lucius' oily smooth voice spoke, "Ryua, you should not be abusing your brother like that. It's not befitting of a noble young lady."
Oh, and it's fine for you, I suppose, "Father, he's doing something mean to Cotton." Ryua said.
"Cotton?"
"Yes, Father, my pluffskein."
"Oh," he said, "Ridiculous name. Draco?"
Draco straightened up, an innocently superior look on his face "Of course, Ryua, I've just been petting it. You know how much I miss mine. Those mean foxes must have gotten the poor thing. Here you go." Ryua snatched Cotton up and stormed out of the room. Ooh, she could just kill him sometimes. And with Father always playing favourites with Draco, she could never even get her own say in. Well, at least in two weeks she'd finally be going to Hogwarts. In fact, her mother was taking them shopping tomorrow. Ryua liked her mother better, even though she was always absent. Actually, because she was always absent. Narcissa could stay being the ideal mother figure, and would never have enough chance to prove it wrong.
