Chapter 4

Dear Sara,

I have just recently heard from none other than the Minister (Harry Potter) who has heard it from his son that you have been sorted into Gryffindor. I know that this is not what you were expecting, but I must tell you not to panic. It is all a part of a plan.

I bribed the Sorting Hat. For an object that appears to be so wise, it is too easily corrupted.An nescis, mi filiola, quantilla sapientia mundus regatur? Please do not feel that it is your fault. Since this letter can be intercepted, though the Minister has banned the reading of other wizard's letters (an incident that happened to him in my fifth year), I will enlighten you when you return to the Manor over Christmas break. I realize that this is a long time to wait, but since you are not of an age where you can journey to Hogsmeade, and I know for a fact that Dumbledore will not make an exception for you, you must patiently wait for the Holiday.

I request from you that you befriend the Ministers' son, James, and his friends. It would be in your best interest. Actually, I demand it from you. It plays a big part in an important individual (who name I will not mention for the reason I mentioned before.)Just know that you shall be rewarded by myself, and most importantly, the certain person.

Your mother sends her best wishes and the package that was sent with this letter. She disagrees with my decision to include you in his plan, but nevertheless she realizes it's importance. Lucianna sends you this message: Animadvertistine, ubicumque stes, fumum recta in faciem ferri? Animus facit nobilem.

And, in case you were wondering, I did not bribe the Sorting Hat to put Adina in Hufflepuff. It put her there because of her feeble mind and weakness for muggles.

Your father,

Draco Malfoy

The latin translations:

An nescis, mi filiola, quantilla sapientia mundus regatur? - Don't you know then, my daughter, how little wisdom rules the world?

Animadvertistine, ubicumque stes, fumum recta in faciem ferri?- Ever noticed how wherever you stand, the smoke goes right into your face?

Animus facit nobilem - The spirit makes (human) noble