Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.
Cyrna's first thoughts upon waking the next morning were 'Where the bloody hell am I?' followed closely by a 'oh right, hospital wing'. Thoughts swirled about in her head as she remembered all that had occurred the previous day… along with all that was to occur today. She couldn't help but be slightly afraid, there was an awful lot that could go wrong with this situation…
Slowly, Cyrna opened her eyes, glancing about the white room. She had expected to see Lucius or Narcissa waiting for her, but instead Harry was sitting in a chair by her bed, reading a book with the title "So you're a vampire: How to get through eternity with one person" written across the front in big block letters.
Harry glanced up from his book and gave her a cheeky grin. "So, Cyrna ready to go get resorted?" Cyrna shook her head, Harry had a habit of trying to make everyone' burdens easier. Probably because of that blasted war with Voldemort. If anyone understood how hard life could be it was Harry.
"I suppose so," she replied thoughtfully, reaching a hand back to run through her hair for the first time. It was then that she realized that it wasn't exactly her hair. For one thing it was quite smooth and straight, rather than the tangled mess that it usually was, and for another it was quite a bit longer so that she was actually laying on top of most of it. Pulling a handful of it out from underneath her back she saw that it was the pale blond hair that seemed to belong to every member of the Malfoy family. Well, what had she expected? They had told her that the adoption charm had been taken off. Keeping her old looks wasn't an option anymore.
Cyrna turned back to Harry. "So… can you even tell that I'm me anymore?" Harry smirked at her.
"I can tell who you are without looking at you at all, you still smell the same after all," He replied. "But, I guess no one else would really know. You look quite a bit like Narcissa now, as much as Draco looks like Lucius." Cyrna noticed with a satisfied smirk that as he mentioned Draco, Harry's eyes misted over slightly. He may not have known who his mate was, but she was pretty sure that all the signs pointed to one specific person. And if she was right, which she always was, than his mate would be turning 16 at precisely 9 this evening.
Glancing at the other chair next to her bed, Cyrna noticed that someone had left clothes for her. Seeing where her glance has headed Harry spoke up, "Your mother dropped those off for you earlier. I think she was going to hang around to wait till you woke up, but when she saw me here she said that she'd meet you down in Great Hall for the resorting. She looked worried, I think she might be nervous that now that you've had a chance to think the situation over you'll decide that you don't want them as parents." Cyrna nodded slowly. It made sense that they'd be worried. SO much had changed in such a small amount of time… she wasn't really sure how things would proceed.
Sighing, she returned her attention to Harry. "I better go get dressed then. Assess the full extent of the damage, so to speak." Harry laughed lightly as Cyrna left the room to change. She stopped briefly to look at herself in the mirror. Her long blonde hair fell all the way down her back. Large blue eyes were a prominent feature on her face. Her overall bone structure was quite different. She was slightly taller, and while she had always been thin, she now seemed more slender, which gave her body a graceful and elegant look. "I really am a Malfoy…" She whispered.
Shaking her head she continued dressing before heading out back into the hospital wing where Harry was back to reading his book. "Looks like now that Hermione's gone you're trying to become the next Gryffindor book-worm" She smirked.
Harry's answering smirk was somewhat evil, "Hey, we all know that I'm the smartest one in Gryffindor after you What are they going to do without the two of us, huh?"
Cyrna scoffed, "smartest my arse. I have to force you and Ron to study!"
"That's just because the knowledge comes to me naturally, I don't need to spend all of my time studying." Harry replied indignantly.
"Oh, I'm sure it does Harry dear, you just remind yourself of that when the NEWTS roll around next year, and don't come to me begging for help then!" Cyrna replied in a mock serious voice.
Harry just shook his head and walked over to the door, bowing deeply as he said, "Ladies first." Smirking, Cyrna walked out of the room, her nose in the air. At least she knew that she'd never lose Harry as a friend. If he could handle her being a Malfoy than he could certainly handle her being a veela, especially since he was a vampire. But she didn't want to tell him yet… it would be much more fun to let him find out from her brother. Oh yes, this year was going to be quite a bit of fun!
Cyrna and Harry walked into the Great Hall, and immediately their eyes went to the Slytherin table where the Malfoy's were sitting together, waiting for them. Cyrna took a breath and mentally calmed herself, 'Don't panic. Even if you aren't put in Slytherin, it doesn't matter… though not being put in Slytherin seems very unlikely.' Cyrna fixed her family with the patented Malfoy smirk and made her way to the head table, Harry still at her side.
"Ah, Ms. Malfoy, Mr. Potter I believe a resorting is in order?" Dumbledore asked politely, the twinkle in his eyes at full blast. The teenagers nodded, and Dumbledore gave Professor McGonagall a look which seemed to give her some sort of instruction, as she immediately rushed out of the hall, coming back rather quickly with the sorting hat and the usual stool.
"Ms. Malfoy, if you'd just take a seat, I believe you know the procedure?" McGonagall instructed. Taking another deep breath, Cyrna sat on the stool, to have her eyes immediately covered by the sorting hat. As its brim slid down over her face she saw that every student in the hall was staring at her in wonder. As the hat began speaking she could vaguely hear Dumbledore introducing her and explaining the situation, but she quickly tuned that out as she listened to the hat's musings.
'Hmm… Wonderful mind quite a bit of bravery, but caution, and a great deal of cunning… I must say that I'm not surprised to see you again Ms. Malfoy, I had a feeling a detail about you was being hidden from me. Dear dear, you definitely do not belong in Gryffindor… and a no to Hufflepuff as well, though that's not surprising considering the family that you come from. I'd say Ravenclaw or Slytherin would be the best, but where to put you…'
Cyrna listened with rapt attention, this was quite different from her previous sorting, where the hat hadn't spoken to her at all, and merely called our Gryffindor after a few seconds. 'It must seem like an incredibly long time to the people watching' she thought.
Turning her attention back to the hat, she thought to it, "I really don't think Ravenclaw is right for me. I do love to learn, but when it comes down to it there are some things more important than books."
'Not Ravenclaw, eh? Well, than I better put you with your family in,' "Slytherin". Cyrna heard the last word echo through the hall, which was absolutely silent as the hat was plucked off her head. It didn't seem like McGonagall really appreciated losing one of her best students. As she stood up from the stool, the students began clapping, her parents beaming at her with pride.
Cyrna smirked, the students were in for a surprise, as it wasn't over yet. "Harry, going to eat your words? Or are you going to join the 'elite' in Slytherin?" she asked, mirth flowing through her words.
Harry wasn't phased at all, instead he smirked back at his best friend, "I'm more Slytherin than you Cyr, so you better watch out!" Harry sat down on the stool, ready to once again confront the hat.
'Back again Potter? Hmm… this time to be resorted. Finally admitting that Gryffindor is not for you?'
'Now that you mention it yes,' Harry thought back. 'For a long time I thought being a Slytherin was the equivalent of being a Death Eater, but I know better now, and I guess I'm hoping that the people who are still prejudiced against Slytherin even though the war is over will loosen up a bit if their 'savior' is part of that house.'
'Very Slytherin indeed trying to play up to an idea you know I support to get me to put you in the house you want. You're lucky the tactic matched the house or I wouldn't be doing this but,' "Slytherin".
If Cyrna had believed that the hall was silent when she was placed in Slytherin she was mistaken, as now it was absolutely dead. To lose Hermione Granger, who was in reality a Malfoy after all, to Slytherin was strange. But to have Harry Potter, enemy of all things evil (and Slytherin!) sorted there was a completely different story. McGonagall looked as if she was going to cry. Her two best students resorted into the house that so often threatened to best her own! There was no way Gryffindor was going to get the house cup now!
Harry was unfazed by the silence. Instead, he stood up and gave Cyrna a rather large hug, whispering in her ear, "I told you!" The two new Slytherins made their way through the still recovering Hall to their new table.
"Cyrna, welcome to Slytherin," Draco said, smirking up a storm. "The look the two of you put on McGonagall's face was simply priceless! I don't think she'll ever get over the disappointment of losing the house cup to Slytherin!" Cyrna and Harry smiled at each other and sat down.
Lucius smirked at his son, "I think that Severus may have been the only one that was more surprised. Cyrna he expected to be put in Slytherin, but Harry Potter? Gryffindor Golden Boy? In his house? I expect he shall never recover from the shock!" At this the entire table burst out into laughter and glanced at Snape, who did indeed look as if he'd just swallowed an especially sour piece of lemon.
Narcissa turned back to face her daughter, "Cyrna what are your plans for the day?"
Cyrna smiled shyly at her mother, "I haven't really thought about it to tell you the truth. I was kind of focusing in on the um, events planned for later this evening, and I hadn't really thought about getting there."
"Speaking of tonight, do you have anything to wear? Its kind of last minute to get party attire, but I'm sure we could find something for you in the village. It would give us a little bit of time to spend together as a family." Narcissa smiled warmly, hoping that her daughter would be receptive to the idea of shopping as it was one of her favorite pastimes.
"I'd really like that… I honestly can't remember having anything in my trunk suitable for a party. In fact, I only have that one set of dress robes from fourth year, and I doubt they'd fit. Honestly, I doubt any of my clothes would fit right now."
"That's fine, gives us an excuse to get you a whole new wardrobe!" Narcissa inwardly cheered at the prospect.
Cyrna's face colored slightly, "You don't have to buy me anything… I don't want to be a bother."
"Nonsense, you are our daughter. Of course we must buy you new clothes, Taking care of your needs is something that we should have been doing for years. Thanks to that good for nothing father of mine we haven't, and I for one intend to make it up to you!" Lucius answered quietly, but with a tone of finality in his voice that no one would dare to argue.
"Well, then thank you, that sounds wonderful." Cyrna replied, somewhat flustered. They really did care about her. They wanted to be a family with her. They'd said it before, but somehow their showing their desire to care for her just made everything seem so much more real.
The family continued to eat their breakfast in silence, and Cyrna stole a glance at Harry. He was intently staring at Draco, and desperately trying to hide it. 'Oh yes,' Cyrna thought, 'There will most definitely be some changes around here in the next few days!'