Lynn Malfoy

"I have a great idea," Draco told me.

"What?" I asked with a groan.

Knowing Draco, it would probably be something that created more work for me and less for him. Draco's so called great idea could turn out to be 'Lynn you finish this detention by yourself and I'll go have fun!'

"Let's switch places!" Draco declared proudly.

Instead of answering him, I focused on the trophy I was polishing. Draco's idea was even more ridiculous than anything I could have imagined. I mean—switch places with him?

He's just jealous that I'm friends with Harry, Ron, and his friends. He probably thinks I've got it better than him. As if—at least Father loves him. "So…what do you think?" Draco prodded when I didn't reply.

"Where do I start? How about with the fact that you are a bloody idiot," I said.

"What?" Draco exclaimed.

"You heard me," I told him.

Why couldn't this detention have ended hours ago? Then, I wouldn't be having this discussion with my twin. Draco glared at me and slammed his latest trophy down on the shelf. I was surprised it didn't break. "Careful. Don't want to break one of Filch's trophies. If you think this is bad; imagine having him for detention every night. I'd wager a detention with him is one of the worst. He seems like a nightmare!" I commented.

"Yeah…I heard you. What I don't get is how I'm an idiot for suggesting we switch places. I mean, what's the use of being identical if we don't swap places? Haven't you read any books about twins? They always switch and it's always bloody fantastic. Not to mention it would be fun to pretend to be someone else for a while! 'sides it's the easiest way for you to learn how to be a Malfoy," Draco explained rationally.

I put down my trophy and folded my arms. " You think I'm going to fall for that rubbish? Oh, puh-lease!" I retorted.

"Oh, come on! It'll be easier to teach you how to be a real Malfoy this way. We won't have to have weekly meetings or anything!" Draco said.

I rolled my eyes. Does Draco really think I'm falling for any of this? If he does, then I do feel sorry for him. "Would you look at the time? This detention's over. Well, I'd better go. Harry and Ron are waiting for me. It was nice catching up with you Draco!" I exclaimed as I began to leave.

"Lynn!" Draco replied grabbing my arm.

"What is your problem?"

"At least answer me before you leave for your perfe—your dorm," he answered.

"How about—I'll think about it?" I questioned.

Draco let out a sigh. Guess he thought I would jump at the chance to be the Great Draco Malfoy. Well, think again Draco. It takes a whole lot more than a load of bollicks to convince me to switch places with my rude twin. "That's not good enough!"

"Well, it'll have to be," I told him. "I'll give you my answer soon though."

With that, I left and went up to the Gryffindor dorm and found Harry and Ron talking to a man who looked like he hadn't been around a mirror in years. "Hey Harry, Ron! Who are you talking to?" I greeted.

Before anyone could answer the strange man blurted out, "Draco Malfoy? What are you doing here?"

A laugh escaped my lips before I had a chance to stop it. " You think Draco would want to spend his precious time here in the Gryffindor common room? That's original!" I exclaimed.

"I'm sorry. It's just that you look so much like him. I haven't seen Draco in a couple of years, though. I'm Sirius Black, by the way," the man told me as he held out his hand.

" Nice to meet you. I'm Lynn Malfoy, the twin of Draco Malfoy. You don't have to apologize about thinking I was Draco. It happens all the time," I replied.

At least I'm not Draco yet. I don't know about a week from now. Draco's likely to spend tonight coming up with a list of reasons why I should pretend to be him. That or he'll come up with a way to blackmail me into doing. I guess I could always do it, pretend to be him, and then ruin his entire existence. That could be fun.

"I see," he stated.

"So how does Harry and Ron know you?" I questioned.

"Sirius is my godfather," Harry replied.

"Ah, I see. My Aunt Monica was sort of my godmother. I mean, after I was kicked out she did have to raise me," I mumbled.

"You were raised by Monica?" Sirius interrogated with a twinkle in his eye.

Why do I get the feeling that this Sirius dude knows a whole lot about the Malfoy family? "Yeah…did you know her?" I answered with a question.

Sirius didn't say anything for several long uncomfortable minutes. Instead, he stared at me and then at the wall. He kept looking back and forth between the wall and me. I think he was trying to decide how much he should tell me. "Monica was, uh, 2 years below me at Hogwarts. She was in the same year as my cousin, Narcissa," he finally told me.

I couldn't say anything for the longest time. It was like I was floating on a cloud and bells were chiming in my head. Sirius Black was related to me! He was one of the blood traitors my father had told me about. I was related to Harry's cool godfather. One thing was for certain; I had no idea how to react to this news. Should I hug him or scream? Should I dance or jump up and down?

"How about that? Small world, eh?" I said.

I sat down and began to ponder Draco's plan. I needed to come up with a good way to turn it down. I needed a convincing reason other than the fact that I believed he was only doing it because he was jealous of me.