A 16 year old Draco Malfoy stepped out of the grand mansion he lived in. A
few weeks ago, his father had been thrown in Azkaban. A few days ago, the
Dementors had once again joined with Lord Voldemort, freeing his father as
they went to join him.
Draco had been brought up to worship the Dark Arts, and he was furious when his father had gotten thrown in Azkaban. He was just trying to free the Magical world of the Muggle scum and dangerous half-breeds that had infected their Pure-Blood world.
The weather was warm, and he stood there in the latest designer robes in sapphire blue. Draco ran a hand through his sleek blonde hair that he had decided to let just flop in his piercing blue-grey eyes. This look had gotten him quite a lot of attention from girls in Slytherin. Not that any of them were worth a second glance, all of them were ugly as hell. As for the rest of the houses...Hufflepuff people were stupid. Gryffindors..well, enough said there. Ravenclaw...maybe. Except for that mardy bitch Cho Chang. Ooh poor Diggory. Draco smirked to himself, wishing he could have been there to see Potters face. To smack him in it.
Voldemort would gain all power. He would kill Harry Potter, and Draco Malfoy would be there to see it. And he would laugh. He would enjoy it.
"Draco." his mothers voice broke through his thoughts. "Ive just got an owl from your father. He says that theres a rumor of a new girl starting at your school next summer."
"Mother," Draco said, turning around, "New students start every year."
"I know that, Draco. But this girl is coming into your 6th year. Transferred."
Draco raised his perfect eyebrows at his mother, failing to see what she was getting at.
"Lucius thinks that shes some kind of spy for Dumbledore. Its extremely rare for students to get transferred so late on."
Draco sighed. "Mother, she could just be coming to Hogwarts to do her NEWTS. We all know how shoddy other Wizarding Schools are."
Narcissa smiled. "True. However, if she is not one of..." her nostrils flared slightly. "Dumbledores... Then maybe she could be a new recruit."
Draco smiled. "I like the way youre mind works Mother. But what is the girls name?"
That is when the look on his mothers face faltered. "Calla Karkaroff."
Dracos grin faded. "And how, exactly, is she related to this traitor?"
"Calla is his niece. Igors brother, I forget his name, married a friend of mine, Adonia, about a year before the Dark Lord was..." Narcissa frowned. "They had a child. That child is Calla."
"If this..Adonia is a friend of yours, why have I never met her?"
"We grew apart... Of course, Calla is a Pure-Blood. Otherwise I would never have agreed to let her stay with us for the summer." she saw the look on her sons face. "Adonia sent me an owl about an hour before your father did. She thinks that, with the Dark Lord being back, Calla should be somewhere safe." she grinned malicously, "That is why Adonia is sending Calla to Hogwarts. Obviously she couldnt state her reasons why, incase the owl was intercepted, but I know Adonia, so I can guess why she has sent Calla here."
"Either so Calla is protected by Dumbledore" Draco shuddered "Or so that Calla can learn the Dark Arts from one of the best Wizarding families around."
Narcissa nodded. "One of the two. At the moment, Calla is staying at the Leaky Cauldron. You are to go meet her later on today. You are to help her settle in to London."
Draco scowled. "And why would I do that?"
"Because I tell you to." his mother said dangerously. "I get the feeling the two of you will get along fine." she smiled, hoping they would get along great. "Accio photo." Narcissa said, flicking her wand. A photo whizzed into her hand. "Adonia sent this photo so that you will recognise her." She handed it to Draco.
The photo showed a girl, with ice blonde hair, well, the top few layers of it were ice blonde, including her blunt cut fringe, and the underneath was black, and it was around shoulder length. She had dark, piercing sapphire blue eyes. Usually, wizard photos are smiling and waving, however, Calla looked sultry and dangerous and not impressed by the fact that she was having her photo taken.
Draco was impressed. Very impressed. But he wasnt going to show it. He regretfully looked at his mother, looking non-plussed. "Great. She looks like a Gryffindor candidate. Thats all I need."
"Draco Malfoy if you ever say that again there will be trouble! However much I may not like Igor, Adonia and I go way back and you will be nice to Calla. Do you hear me?" Naricssa told her son.
He broke into a smile. "Im sorry Mother. Of course Ill make Calla welcome." And Ill make her feel other things, Draco thought to himself.
"Good." she said, planting a kiss on Dracos forehead. "Now go and meet her. I told Calla youll be there in 5 minutes."
Draco faked a smile and walked back into the house, the great doors being opened magically as he walked upto them.
Draco had been brought up to worship the Dark Arts, and he was furious when his father had gotten thrown in Azkaban. He was just trying to free the Magical world of the Muggle scum and dangerous half-breeds that had infected their Pure-Blood world.
The weather was warm, and he stood there in the latest designer robes in sapphire blue. Draco ran a hand through his sleek blonde hair that he had decided to let just flop in his piercing blue-grey eyes. This look had gotten him quite a lot of attention from girls in Slytherin. Not that any of them were worth a second glance, all of them were ugly as hell. As for the rest of the houses...Hufflepuff people were stupid. Gryffindors..well, enough said there. Ravenclaw...maybe. Except for that mardy bitch Cho Chang. Ooh poor Diggory. Draco smirked to himself, wishing he could have been there to see Potters face. To smack him in it.
Voldemort would gain all power. He would kill Harry Potter, and Draco Malfoy would be there to see it. And he would laugh. He would enjoy it.
"Draco." his mothers voice broke through his thoughts. "Ive just got an owl from your father. He says that theres a rumor of a new girl starting at your school next summer."
"Mother," Draco said, turning around, "New students start every year."
"I know that, Draco. But this girl is coming into your 6th year. Transferred."
Draco raised his perfect eyebrows at his mother, failing to see what she was getting at.
"Lucius thinks that shes some kind of spy for Dumbledore. Its extremely rare for students to get transferred so late on."
Draco sighed. "Mother, she could just be coming to Hogwarts to do her NEWTS. We all know how shoddy other Wizarding Schools are."
Narcissa smiled. "True. However, if she is not one of..." her nostrils flared slightly. "Dumbledores... Then maybe she could be a new recruit."
Draco smiled. "I like the way youre mind works Mother. But what is the girls name?"
That is when the look on his mothers face faltered. "Calla Karkaroff."
Dracos grin faded. "And how, exactly, is she related to this traitor?"
"Calla is his niece. Igors brother, I forget his name, married a friend of mine, Adonia, about a year before the Dark Lord was..." Narcissa frowned. "They had a child. That child is Calla."
"If this..Adonia is a friend of yours, why have I never met her?"
"We grew apart... Of course, Calla is a Pure-Blood. Otherwise I would never have agreed to let her stay with us for the summer." she saw the look on her sons face. "Adonia sent me an owl about an hour before your father did. She thinks that, with the Dark Lord being back, Calla should be somewhere safe." she grinned malicously, "That is why Adonia is sending Calla to Hogwarts. Obviously she couldnt state her reasons why, incase the owl was intercepted, but I know Adonia, so I can guess why she has sent Calla here."
"Either so Calla is protected by Dumbledore" Draco shuddered "Or so that Calla can learn the Dark Arts from one of the best Wizarding families around."
Narcissa nodded. "One of the two. At the moment, Calla is staying at the Leaky Cauldron. You are to go meet her later on today. You are to help her settle in to London."
Draco scowled. "And why would I do that?"
"Because I tell you to." his mother said dangerously. "I get the feeling the two of you will get along fine." she smiled, hoping they would get along great. "Accio photo." Narcissa said, flicking her wand. A photo whizzed into her hand. "Adonia sent this photo so that you will recognise her." She handed it to Draco.
The photo showed a girl, with ice blonde hair, well, the top few layers of it were ice blonde, including her blunt cut fringe, and the underneath was black, and it was around shoulder length. She had dark, piercing sapphire blue eyes. Usually, wizard photos are smiling and waving, however, Calla looked sultry and dangerous and not impressed by the fact that she was having her photo taken.
Draco was impressed. Very impressed. But he wasnt going to show it. He regretfully looked at his mother, looking non-plussed. "Great. She looks like a Gryffindor candidate. Thats all I need."
"Draco Malfoy if you ever say that again there will be trouble! However much I may not like Igor, Adonia and I go way back and you will be nice to Calla. Do you hear me?" Naricssa told her son.
He broke into a smile. "Im sorry Mother. Of course Ill make Calla welcome." And Ill make her feel other things, Draco thought to himself.
"Good." she said, planting a kiss on Dracos forehead. "Now go and meet her. I told Calla youll be there in 5 minutes."
Draco faked a smile and walked back into the house, the great doors being opened magically as he walked upto them.