AN: Hey Everybody! This is technically my second fanfic, but it's only the
first one that has gotten correctly uploaded on the site! *grrr... . *
In this story, Malfoy's parents are really nice, they are forced to be
death eaters, and Draco lives a HAPPY LIFE! So, I hope you enjoy this new
twist! R&R!
*words* means someone's thoughts. (I like asterisks!!! ************WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!**********)
~*~Chapter One: Identities Revealed~*~
*At the Malfoy Mansion, London, England, Saturday August 23, 5:00 P.M.*
"Draco, come downstairs, we have something to you!" Called Lucius up the stairs.
"Coming, Father!" came Draco's reply. He came down the steps in an unusually happy mood for no reason.
"Draco, we've been meaning to tell you this for a long time, but your father thought it was best to wait." Said his mother kindly.
*What could they possibly want to tell me that had to wait until two weeks before my sixth year at Hogwarts?* thought Draco bitterly, happy mood fading fast.
"Well, honey, you're not an only child, like we've led you to believe all these years," said his mother.
"What you're mother is trying to say is," interjected Lucius "is you have a twin sister. The two of you were accidentally separated at birth." He finished.
*WHAT?!? I have a bloody sister?!?* Turning his thoughts into words, he said, "I have a sister?" He wasn't sure if he should be happy or not. He decided not.
"Yes," said Lucius. "We have talked with Dumbledore and she will be coming to Hogwarts this year."
"Why hasn't she been there for the past five years, Father?" asked Draco, curiosity getting the better of him.
"She was raised by muggles, so she thinks she is one. A lot like that Granger girl you talk about, only Cassandra –that's your sister's name-- is pureblood. Her adoptive parents got the letter when she was eleven, asking her to come to Hogwarts, but they refused it." Answered his father.
"It seems that they didn't want her getting involved in 'such awful things' as they said in the return letter. They didn't want her learning magic, although she desperately wanted to, even though she was brought up to think it was a fantasy." Finished his mother.
Lucius decided to speak again. "She has no idea she is a Malfoy, she thinks her name is Sarah Calaway. | AN: They are talking about me, but you know Calaway isn't my real name, right? I just like it! | We are entrusting you to tell her of her true identity."
"I will do my best Father, but what if she gets sorted into another house besides Slytherin, like Gryffindor?" replied Draco.
"Nonsense!" said his mother. "Every Malfoy has been sorted into Slytherin!"
Feeling more confident at his mother's words, Draco nodded and walked back upstairs, thinking all the while.
~*~Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, across the Atlantic Ocean, five hours behind London time, and on the east coast of America . . . ~*~
*My house, east coast, America, Saturday August 23, noon.* | AN: these are happening at the same time, but my time is 5 hours behind London Time. |
"Sarah, come down here, we have something to tell you!" called my mom up the steps.
"Coming, mom!" I replied. Bounding down the steps in an unusually happy mood for no reason (on a happy scale of 1 (extremely sad) to 10 (extremely happy), I'm about a 10.5) I faced my mom and step-dad.
"Sarah, you're mother has been meaning to tell you this for quite some time. She told me shortly after we got married." Said my step-dad.
"I figured now was the right time to tell you." Said my mom. "I'm not sure how to say this, but, you're adopted."
At those words, my happy meter went down to about negative 5. After the initial shock, I gave my mom a huge hug. "You'll always be my mom. You raised me and cared for me, and that's what makes you my mom. I'll always love you." (Happy meter went up to about 2 there . . .)
"Sarah, that's not all we have to tell you." Said my step-dad. "There are three more things."
"One," continued my mom "we have no idea who your real parents are, not even their last name. Two, your real name is Cassandra. And three, when you were eleven years old, this came in the mail. We sent a letter back, refusing it." She said, and handed me a parchment envelope. I pulled out the paper inside and read:
Dear Miss Calaway:
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find an enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1, we await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
I was at a loss for words. I finally found my voice and managed to say "I'm a—a witch?" (My happy meter shot up to about 100. This thing only goes to 10, ya know.)
"Yes. I was determined to not have you go to that—that school "She said the word with bitter hate, almost like Harry's Aunt Petunia, "but seeing how you were always fantasizing about how you could go if it was real, which you now know it is, I decided to let you go. You've been accepted. We sent the owl this past July."
"Oh MOM!" I half-shouted, giving her a bone crushing hug, "this is the happiest I've been all my LIFE! Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!!!" After I let go of her and she caught her breath (because she couldn't breathe I was hugging her so tight), she spoke up again.
"You'll be staying at the Burrow for the remainder of the summer so you can get your school supplies with the Weasleys."
"Perhaps you should take your Harry Potter books for reference throughout the year." Said my step-dad.
"Sarah, there's one more thing." Said my mom. "Apparently, your real parents are wizards, and they have a vault at Gringotts. They sent Dumbledore the key, and he in turn sent it to us. Here," she said, handing me the tiny key.
"You better get packing, Sarah, you leave tomorrow!" said my step-dad. I then ran up to my room and packed clothes for the next two weeks. After all, I would be buying a whole new wardrobe of robes at Diagon Alley.
*words* means someone's thoughts. (I like asterisks!!! ************WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!**********)
~*~Chapter One: Identities Revealed~*~
*At the Malfoy Mansion, London, England, Saturday August 23, 5:00 P.M.*
"Draco, come downstairs, we have something to you!" Called Lucius up the stairs.
"Coming, Father!" came Draco's reply. He came down the steps in an unusually happy mood for no reason.
"Draco, we've been meaning to tell you this for a long time, but your father thought it was best to wait." Said his mother kindly.
*What could they possibly want to tell me that had to wait until two weeks before my sixth year at Hogwarts?* thought Draco bitterly, happy mood fading fast.
"Well, honey, you're not an only child, like we've led you to believe all these years," said his mother.
"What you're mother is trying to say is," interjected Lucius "is you have a twin sister. The two of you were accidentally separated at birth." He finished.
*WHAT?!? I have a bloody sister?!?* Turning his thoughts into words, he said, "I have a sister?" He wasn't sure if he should be happy or not. He decided not.
"Yes," said Lucius. "We have talked with Dumbledore and she will be coming to Hogwarts this year."
"Why hasn't she been there for the past five years, Father?" asked Draco, curiosity getting the better of him.
"She was raised by muggles, so she thinks she is one. A lot like that Granger girl you talk about, only Cassandra –that's your sister's name-- is pureblood. Her adoptive parents got the letter when she was eleven, asking her to come to Hogwarts, but they refused it." Answered his father.
"It seems that they didn't want her getting involved in 'such awful things' as they said in the return letter. They didn't want her learning magic, although she desperately wanted to, even though she was brought up to think it was a fantasy." Finished his mother.
Lucius decided to speak again. "She has no idea she is a Malfoy, she thinks her name is Sarah Calaway. | AN: They are talking about me, but you know Calaway isn't my real name, right? I just like it! | We are entrusting you to tell her of her true identity."
"I will do my best Father, but what if she gets sorted into another house besides Slytherin, like Gryffindor?" replied Draco.
"Nonsense!" said his mother. "Every Malfoy has been sorted into Slytherin!"
Feeling more confident at his mother's words, Draco nodded and walked back upstairs, thinking all the while.
~*~Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, across the Atlantic Ocean, five hours behind London time, and on the east coast of America . . . ~*~
*My house, east coast, America, Saturday August 23, noon.* | AN: these are happening at the same time, but my time is 5 hours behind London Time. |
"Sarah, come down here, we have something to tell you!" called my mom up the steps.
"Coming, mom!" I replied. Bounding down the steps in an unusually happy mood for no reason (on a happy scale of 1 (extremely sad) to 10 (extremely happy), I'm about a 10.5) I faced my mom and step-dad.
"Sarah, you're mother has been meaning to tell you this for quite some time. She told me shortly after we got married." Said my step-dad.
"I figured now was the right time to tell you." Said my mom. "I'm not sure how to say this, but, you're adopted."
At those words, my happy meter went down to about negative 5. After the initial shock, I gave my mom a huge hug. "You'll always be my mom. You raised me and cared for me, and that's what makes you my mom. I'll always love you." (Happy meter went up to about 2 there . . .)
"Sarah, that's not all we have to tell you." Said my step-dad. "There are three more things."
"One," continued my mom "we have no idea who your real parents are, not even their last name. Two, your real name is Cassandra. And three, when you were eleven years old, this came in the mail. We sent a letter back, refusing it." She said, and handed me a parchment envelope. I pulled out the paper inside and read:
Dear Miss Calaway:
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find an enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1, we await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
I was at a loss for words. I finally found my voice and managed to say "I'm a—a witch?" (My happy meter shot up to about 100. This thing only goes to 10, ya know.)
"Yes. I was determined to not have you go to that—that school "She said the word with bitter hate, almost like Harry's Aunt Petunia, "but seeing how you were always fantasizing about how you could go if it was real, which you now know it is, I decided to let you go. You've been accepted. We sent the owl this past July."
"Oh MOM!" I half-shouted, giving her a bone crushing hug, "this is the happiest I've been all my LIFE! Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!!!" After I let go of her and she caught her breath (because she couldn't breathe I was hugging her so tight), she spoke up again.
"You'll be staying at the Burrow for the remainder of the summer so you can get your school supplies with the Weasleys."
"Perhaps you should take your Harry Potter books for reference throughout the year." Said my step-dad.
"Sarah, there's one more thing." Said my mom. "Apparently, your real parents are wizards, and they have a vault at Gringotts. They sent Dumbledore the key, and he in turn sent it to us. Here," she said, handing me the tiny key.
"You better get packing, Sarah, you leave tomorrow!" said my step-dad. I then ran up to my room and packed clothes for the next two weeks. After all, I would be buying a whole new wardrobe of robes at Diagon Alley.