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Chapter 3- Malfoy Manor

Sasha Elena Malfoy slammed the book shut. She couldn't believe the things her family had done to house-elves! She had just read about how her great-grandfather, Neptune Malfoy, had wrapped his house-elf in dirty socks filled with rocks and then thrown him in the deep lake east of Malfoy Manor. The elf had died, of course. Then she read about her Great-Aunt Cassiopeia had systematically killed all her house-elves when she burnt a hole through her tongue with some acid tea. No wonder everyone had looked at her strangely when she had joined the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare!

Sasha's twin sister Sofia was smiling at her from across the library. Sofia was always smiling at her for something. She had known about their family's torture of house-elves; Sasha was sure of it. Sofia had probably "forgotten" about telling her. She probably wanted to see the look on Sasha's when she found out. Sasha was furious. She wanted to throw something at Sofia. Maybe the horrible book about her family's history. Sasha smiled at the thought. It would be satisfying to see her twin's face as she got knocked out by her favorite night reading.

Unfortunately, that act would just bring Sasha more essays assigned by her mother about the family history. The one she was writing now was punishment for having fed Sofia's obnoxious owl, Hawkbeak, a chocolate frog. The owl had then coughed up the remains of the candy on Sofia while she was busy cleaning his cage. Their mother had discovered Sasha's role in the event and had assigned her the essay.

"SASHA! COME DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!" It was her mother, Marie Leski-Malfoy.

"Yes, Mother," said Sasha resignedly. She trudged out of the library, down the hall, and down the stairs to the master bedroom, where her mother waited for her.

"Sasha, we're going to Diagon Alley in half an hour. I want you to make all the beds in the house, then get ready to leave. You better make the beds well, and don't wear any vulgar clothing. Now, get out of my sight!"

"Is father coming?"

"Yes, he is. Now go!"

Sasha walked to the bed and started making it while her mother left to tell Sofia. Too bad their father wasn't here more often. Draco Malfoy didn't exactly appreciate her un-Malfoyness, but he didn't hate her like her mother did. She never did the chores when he was in the house. He believed that no Malfoy could ever be bad enough to do the chores. When her father was home, the house-elf who cooked their meals made the beds and cleaned the house, not Sasha.

Unfortunately, Sasha's father was almost never home. He was head of the Department of Magical Transportation, and almost lived at the Ministry. He worked day and night overseeing his underlings. Sasha suspected that he didn't really need to oversee everything and was only trying to escape his wife.

Sasha finished making the beds and went to her room to get ready to leave. She pulled on her robes and sat on her bed, brushing her hair. Her eyes strayed to the letter sitting on the bedside table. She picked it up and read it one more time:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmistress: Minerva McGonagall

Dear Miss Malfoy,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September first. We await your owl by no later than July thirty-first

Yours Sincerely,

Helga Von Struddle.

(Deputy Headmistress)

The Hogwarts letter had only come yesterday, and already Sasha was yearning to go there. At Hogwarts she would be away from her mother, and she could avoid Sophia. Sasha hoped she wouldn't be in the same house as her twin. Living in the same room as her and others sharing her views would be a nightmare. Sophia was obviously going to be in Slytherin, so Sasha considered the other houses. Hufflepuff was out of the question, and her family would only hate her more if she were in Gryffindor. She wasn't brave enough, anyway. Ravenclaw…Ravenclaw sounded good. She could fit in in Ravenclaw.

"SASHA! We're leaving now!"

She sighed and trudged towards the fireplace.

A/N: By the way, I am writing all the odd-numbered chapters, and my co-writer is doing all the even-numbered chapters. Can you tell the difference?