Title: The Unknown Malfoy Child
Disclaimer: None of the characters, places, etc. belong to me.
A/N: Sorry for such the long wait.
Ch. 2: The Mysterious Past
He stared at the figure of a girl, not much younger than him, maybe by a year or two. Her hair was blonde, like him own, but short, up to her chin and tangled. Her gray eyes twinkled up at him.
"Who..." Draco started, but was too shocked to remember the words.
"Draco?" The girl questioned as she squinted toward him. Gracefully, she placed her hand on the wall and pushed herself from the dirty blankets crumpled altogether in the one corner.
His jaw was open in shock and his eyes were wide with surprise. The girl was skin and bones, her muddy nightgown slipping off her shoulders. Her legs shook underneath her, as if she had not stood in quite a long time.
"I can't believe you're here, brother," she cringed as she finally gained her balance, "I thought that they had locked you in a dungeon too." The girl took a step closer and reached out toward him, but seeing her grimy skin, he turned in disgust and stepped back.
She paused and stared at him. "What have they done to you?" She whispered and slowly brought her arm back toward herself. There was a strange silence. The an odd wind blew into the corridor and it felt like something or someone was there. Turning around, Draco saw the figure of a man and a woman. The man raised his wand to Draco and whispered a spell.
He felt a strong burning sensations in his body and watched as the room turned upside-down. He could hear nothing and watched on painfully and his mother tied him up with rope. He turned his eyes toward the girl and saw his father moving toward her with his wand extended. The girl looked to be screaming and crying. His father cast the same spell upon her. Draco watched in a mix of horror and surprise as the girl gasped, her breath caught in her throatand shecollapsed to the floor. Then everything blacked out.
He awoke tied to a chair in one of the living rooms. He groaned as he tried to raise his head, there was a pounding feeling at the back of it. He cringed at this feeling and raised his eyes slightly to see a roaring fire in the over-sized fireplace.
A hand grasped the back of his hair and pulled his head back.
"Agh!" He gritted through his teeth. He peered into his father's furious face. His mother standing behind him, her arms crossed, giving her son a disgusted look.
"I-told-you-not-to-go-down-there." Lucius spat each word and his face grew redder with anger.
Draco knew he should have just listened to what his parents had to say, what kind of punishment they were going to put him through for disobeying them, but his curiosity got the better of him.
"Who is that girl? Why is she locked down there?" He asked them, looking into their faces. Lucius looked at Narcissa and she looked back at him, they were reading each other's thoughts through their eyes, a gift the Malfoy family had developed over the years to keep their lives private. Draco couldn't tell what they were thinking.
They finally looked back at him.
"She's your sister." His father said disgustedly and threw his son's head forward.
Draco listened as his parents left the room, locking the door behind them.
"My sister..."
