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.
Author's Note: Sorry my alter-life is so miserable. Lucius and Narcissa, and Draco, too, aren't exactly easy to get along with, and my being first born is a thorn in their side. My life should, however, get a lot better once I grow up a little, and start to meet people with some actual decent human emotion. Oh, and I'm trying to stay true to the books, not necessarily the movies, but there will be obvious changes, of course. So hang in there, it'll get better as I get older
Sigh Summer Holidays
(Draco, Hogwarts Express, End of Term) I spent the entire trip back trying franticly to perform this little charm I found in a library book. You see, those biased teachers with their favourite students failed to give me exceptional marks. Luckily for me, one of those favourites was my sister, Ryua. She just stared mournfully out the window at the scenery, while I worked to switch her first name for mine. We were all in the same classes, so our report cards were identical except for the first names, and of course, marks. With luck, I would shortly have Exceeds Expectations and Outstandings all over my report card, while Ryua would end up with my slightly lower marks.
(Ryua, Private Family Room, Malfoy Manor, Summer Holidays) Draco and Ryua stood across the round walnut and silver table from their parents sitting on comfortable chairs. Lucius Malfoy scanned first Draco's, then Ryua's report cards, face impassive as he passed them to Narcissa. He rose, and beckoned for Ryua to follow him out of the room. For once, Ryua did so without worry, because she knew her marks were excellent, and even her Charms was above average. "Ryua, I'm disappointed in you," her father's voice came, deadly calm. Ryua did a double take. "You may not think it vital for you to get decent marks, hoping for us to continue to support you for the rest of your life." She could still not make heads or tails of what he was talking about. Professors Snape and McGonnagal had both given her special commendations for her good marks, and only Charms had gone below an EE. "Your Potions mark was the only even remotely acceptable mark you managed to attain. Apparently you must be taught discipline for your studies." Ryua had just opened her mouth to ask what he was talking about when the first jinx hit her. She doubled over, thoughts spinning wildly around her head. Potions the only acceptable mark? She knew Transfiguration had finished almost that good, and Defense Against the Dark Arts too. "...Your Charms mark leaves much to be desired..." her Father's voice filtered through, only to be obliterated by a fresh wave of pain from a new curse. Well Charms was only Above Average, but still... "...just because... head of Gryffindor... still be able to excel..." That cut through her aching head. Ryua knew she had done quite well in Professor McGonnagal's class, her being in Slytherin hadn't made a difference to the strict Gryffindor head. The list went on and on, until finally her Father's wand lifted for the final time, and Ryua was allowed to stumble out. She dragged herself unsteadily through the cooridors and up a flight of stairs to her room, mind slowly processing what had just occurred. Her Father had listed her marks as follows; Potions: Above average, Charms: Below Average, Transfiguration: Average, DADA: Average, Astrology: Below Average, Herbology: Below average, and a report of detention served for being out of bed at night added on at the end. Each point had earned her a new jinx or curse, but the worst was Ryua knew she didn't deserve any of it. She slumped down on her bed, which Dobby had kindly covered in a soft silk sheet when he heard the 'discipline' when suddenly something clicked.
Draco. That little, lying, useless cheat... For Ryua realized he must have switched their names. (Actually, the charm involved would have boosted his mark by quite a bit) She smiled grimly as she started to smear Mrs. Hiver's cooler gel on her jinx and curse sores. Oh, he would pay for this.
Later that day, Draco was outside, cheerfully taunting the family hippogryff. Ryua strode out, clad in loose robes that wouldn't rub her raw skin, and tapped him lightly on the shoulder. He turned around, and smirked when he saw the ferocious look on his sister's face. "What? Is something wrong, my dear sister?"
"You switched our marks." Ryua's voice was as cold and dangerous as her Father's, if she could have heard it.
Draco took a step back at her tone, then steadied himself again. "And if I did? What are you planning to do about it? You know we can't use magic, and I somehow doubt Father would listen to such a ridiculous story...." He was cut off by Ryua's fist slamming across his cheekbone (Crabbe and Goyle were good for something after all. Ryua had demanded they teach her how). He fell to the ground with a satisfying thud and lay there cringing. Ryua lifted her foot to give him a kick, then decided against it, he looked so pitiful lying there. She walked away, massaging her knuckles, and Draco didn't bother her for the next two weeks.
