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Thanks for all who R&R'd! I hope you like this chapter!! Oh, by the way, I do think that Blaise Zabini is a girl, but I liked the way Annelise Zabini sounded.
Sara was exceedingly happy. She was attending Hogwarts, just like her older siblings had. Only this time she was all alone. Octavian was 22 happily married with a job with the Ministry. Lucianna was 20, but she still lived within the walls of Malfoy Manor. Nobody liked to talk about Adina. Sorted into Hufflepuff, she fell in love with a Mudblood, so the Draco had disowned her. Not that Adina had tried to contact her family.
As she said goodbye to her mother and father and stepped onto the Hogwarts Express, she noticed a boy that looked somewhat familiar to her. A boy with messy brown hair. A boy whose named just happened to be named James Potter.
"Sara! Sara, wait up!" said her best friend, Annelise Zabini. Sara jerked her attention away from the Potter boy. She smiled at her friend.
"Well, what are you waiting for, let's go!" Sara said eagerly.
Once on the train, Sara sat surrounded by sure-to-be- Slytherin first-years.
"So," sneered Brendon Nott, "How's Adina?" Sara frowned. She had never really liked Brendon, but had been forced to hang out with him because he was a pureblood.
"I really couldn't tell you, but thank you so much for asking." Replied Sara, scathingly.
Just then, a girl who had bushy, red hair that was tied in a braid, and rather large front teeth walked in.
"You'd better get ready, the train's arriving soon."
"And who might you be?", scoffed Brendon.
'I'm Marion Weasley, Gryffindor Prefect."
"Blood traitor." Said Brendon. The girl only glared and walked away.
As they entered the Great Hall, they felt hundreds of eyes glimpse over them, and whispers started to emerge.
"Aloon, Tamara"
"RAVENCLAW"
"Bert, Robert"
"HUFFLEPUFF"
Annelise turned to Sara. "This is boring. I wish they'd get to someone we actually know."
Just then:
"Malfoy, Sara."
Sara walked to the stool. Ahh… Yes, I remember now. Malfoy. Ahh… The Sorting hat said in her ear.
"GRYFFINDOR"
Sara couldn't believe it. It had to be a fluke. This wasn't… possible. But she silently walked over to the Gryffindor table, where few people applauded, and sat. Then she turned and saw Brendon being sorted.
"SLYTHERIN" Sara couldn't help but thinking how lucky he was.
"Potter, James"
"GRYFFINDOR" Oh, great. Now I have to spend seven years with him.
To Sara's horror, James sat down right next to Sara.
A few more names were called, then:
"Zabini, Annelise"
"SLYTHERIN" Sara gave up all hope that Hogwarts was going to be enjoyable. All of her friends were in Slytherin.
"I'm James Potter, who are you?"
Sara jumped. She hadn't really been paying attention.
"What?"
"I said, 'who are you?'" James repeated.
"I'm Sara Malfoy."
"That's it?" James asked curiously.
"What do you mean?"
"Don't all Malfoy's have ridiculously long or strange names?"
"No." James raised his eyebrows. "Oh, fine. My full name is: Sara Aletta Gabrielle Aurora Caledonia Brittany Malfoy. As if you really needed to know."
"What's your problem with me? What have I ever done to you?" James asked obviously offended by her tone.
"Probably nothing. I don't know yet. You seem familiar enough. I'll think of something soon."
"You know what? Why don't you go sit with your pureblood, Slytherin friends. That's where you belong. That's what you are, You know that? A true Slytherin."
