Chapter One: In the Lair of the Malfoys

Elizabeth Malfoy sat on her brother's bed and yawned, for what must have been the 23rd time. Draco had made her train hard today for Quidditch, (along with the rest of the team). Four hours of flying without any breaks what so ever was enough to make anyone tired. It was now 9:00 in the evening and Draco, (as team captain), was trying to devise new ways to beat the Gryffindor team.

"Will you stop going over that same piece of parchment? It's really starting to get on my nerves. Can't you give it a rest?" Elizabeth finally burst out.

"Do you want to win or not?"

"You have another 3 weeks left before school, and the first match isn't until October. There is something called sleep, you know."

"Actually, I have planned a Quidditch game in 3 days against the Gryffindor team."

"You what!" Elizabeth nearly choked on the butterbeer she had just begun to drink. "Does the team know about this?"

Draco nodded.

"Oh, that's nice. Tell the rest of the world, including your enemy, but don't tell your sister!" Yawned Elizabeth, sarcastically of course.

"You're wrong. I didn't tell Potter." He paused. "Speaking of telling Potter, do you want to do me a favor?"

"What is it?"

"Do you want to write Potter for me?"

"Fine. Hand me a piece of parchment and a quill." Draco handed her an expensive Phoenix feather quill, and a piece of parchment embossed with the Malfoy Family crest- an eagle over two crossed wands.

"What's the date, again Draco?"

"August the ninth." Elizabeth turned pale. Something came to her mind. If this really was August 9th then?

"Isn't that the date of Fathers' dinner?"

"Oh? Crap. I forgot about that."

Almost as if on cue Lucius Malfoy came barging into the room. He looked absolutely furious. Exactly like Draco when he was angry, Lucius had two red spots creeping onto his cheekbones.

"Where the bloody hell have you two been? The guests started arriving at least a half an hour ago!" He paused to stare at them for a moment. "You are not even dressed properly for the occasion!"

"I'll just be going to my room now…" Elizabeth got up and walked out the door in the side wall that connected Dracos' room to hers.

Lucius rounded on Draco, his lip curling with dislike.

"You better pull your act together, boy. I will not have my...colleagues wait for you again, do you understand me?" Draco nodded. A few silent moments later Elizabeth came in behind Lucius, fully dressed in the Malfoy Dress Robes. Elizabeth was slightly amused. She had been gone 10 minutes already, a long time for someone who wanted to be downstairs quickly. Lucius did not notice her entrance.

"You know, I think someone might need a dictionary. I believe you'll find hypocrite in the "H" section I believe." said Elizabeth shortly.

Lucius said nothing but turned around and slapped her hard across the face.

"Do not talk back to me, you incompetent child." Lucius spat out. "Tell me, Elizabeth," he said her name with particular dislike, "did I raise a child that is ungrateful, or just one that is a complete idiot?"

Elizabeth fell silent. Lucius took no notice.

"Draco, get dressed and be downstairs in five minuets. You," he gestured at Elizabeth, rather than say her name, "follow me." And father and daughter disappeared into the dark halls of Malfoy Manor.

When Draco arrived downstairs a few minuets later, the guests had already started to sit down. Draco knew where he would be sitting, where he always sat, next to Elizabeth. As he walked to his seat, he noticed that, where her father had slapped her, a red hand mark had begun to show.

He tried to comfort his sister, (something he usually did not do, in fact, he had done it only once before, when Lucius had locked her in a wardrobe for three days straight), but she stood on his foot. Lucius was looking directly at him, with a piercing gaze full of hatred, waiting to begin.

After Lucius said his bit, human servants bearing robes with the Malfoy Family crest began to serve dinner. The first course was French Onion Soup, which Elizabeth detested, though she ate it anyway. If she hadn't she would get in even more trouble with her father, something she did not want to do at this point in time.

She was able to stand the next course, which was steak, but she pushed of the sautéed mushrooms. Unfortunately for her, Lucius noticed. This would mean more punishment. As the Malfoy Family Motto went: Punishment leads to Obedience. Obedience leads to Freedom. Freedom leads to Independence. Therefore Punishment leads to Independence.

After dinner, Elizabeth went to her study on the third floor of the manor. She had decided to finish the last bit of her homework.

Two hours later, after she had finished her Potions essay (The Qualities of Moonstone and its Use in Potion-Making), she turned around and walked back to her bedroom.

Draco was waiting for her, with a letter to Potter in his hand.

"Please send it for me. I don't want to go downstairs."

"Oh, alright. But this is the last time. Understand?" Draco nodded.

She went up another floor (the family owlery was located on the fifth floor) and opened a door. She chose the falcon to deliver the letter, for intimidation was what she was planning.

Four minutes later she was back in her own room, ready to collapse in her bed.

The next morning she awoke to a rather annoying pecking sound.

"Bloody hell, it's only seven!" said Elizabeth. Then, "O.W.L's! Crap!" She ran to open the window and yanked the letter from the owl who was delivering it.

She noticed it didn't move. "If you want to rest, fly up 12 feet and then take a left. You can't miss the Owlery." She was so preoccupied with the owl, she didn't notice Draco come up behind her. He snatched the letter away from her.

"Thanks." He grinned sheepishly, ripping open the letter. The grin slid off his face. "I hate you."

"Was it really that good? Let me see."

Ordinary Wizarding Levels Standardized Test

For

Elizabeth Marvolo Malfoy

Defense against the Dark Arts: O

Potions: O

Arithmancy: O

Transfiguration: O

Care of Magical Creatures: O

Charms: O

Astronomy: O

Elizabeth smiled. The word smiled hereby meaning grinned quite evilly.

Dear Emma,

I am pleased to inform you that I received all O's on my O.W.L's. I was wondering what you received, not that it matters?

Sincerely,

Elizabeth Marvolo Malfoy