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Chapter One

Home

The train had arrived at the station. 'Right on time,' he thought. Then he saw her. It was hard to not see her, because of her hair, the color stood out a mile. He started to wave at her, and she noticed. She started walking towards him.

The first thing out of the 16-year-old's mouth was, "Did father have business to attend to today?" They started walking towards the floo area on the platform.

He was not surprised that those were the first words out of her mouth. "Unfortunately Miss Malfoy, yes. He always works long hours, though, you know that just as well as I."

"Yes, I suppose you're right, I guess I just was hoping to see him greet me at the station for once and not you." She quickly added, "not that I do not like seeing you here William, it's just that I wish he could do it for once."

"I understand what you mean. It would be nice if he had the time, but these days, he never really has time to anything more then eat, sleep and work."

They had arrived at the floo station; he let the girl go first. "Malfoy Manor," She said, quickly disappearing. William went next and said the exact same thing.

When he had arrived at Malfoy Manor, he quickly went to his Boss' office. Once he had arrived he knocked on the door. An annoyed souding voice called "come in."

"Mr. Malfoy, William started, " I've come to inform you that Malia has just returned from Hogwarts."

"Thank you William," he said, "is that all?"

"Yes sir," he replied, and left silently.

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Malia walked into her room and immediately walked over to the bed. She was tired. The gryffindor house had a party on the last night to celebrate winning the house cup. It lasted until three in the morning.

Malia knew she would miss Hogwarts this summer. Just the atmosphere of everything was wonderful to be around. Plus, she wasn't bored out of her mind like she usually was during the summer holidays. It wasn't that her house was boring, no it was huge and full of fun things to do. It was so big that she hadn't even been in every room of the house and she had lived there her entire life.

There probably was another reason to why she wanted to be at Hogwarts, not just missing her friends or classes, but the boy she liked she would not see until the beginning of the new school year. She hoped this summer would go by soon, so she could be back at Hogwarts for her final year.

She was so jealous of her friend Melanie Creevey, Melanie would be spending 4 weeks with her parents in Austrailia during the summer, and would probably forget to write to her. She would never admit that she was jealous of Melanie. Melanie had a family that openly cared about her. She had two brothers, known as worm and monkey to Mel and her, but known as Timothy and Peter to the rest of the world. Her dad was a famous photographer, who always made time for her, and she had a mom, who would send her an assortment of treats that she would keep in her nightstand's drawer alongside the countless letters written by her mother at Hogwarts.

Malia was an only child. Sure, her father was alive, but he was always too busy with work to really to care about what is going on in her life.

And then there was her mother. She never knew her mother. She didn't even know her mother's name let alone if she was alive or dead. Her dad never wanted anyone to talk about her. He always said it would distract him, and he would lose all of his concentration. Malia knew he just hated to talk about someone he had loved. She once saw him crying about her.

She remembered she was seven, and was going to visit him one night because she was scared of the thunder and lightning she would hear outside. She walked into his room and saw him tossing and turning on the bed, breathing heavily. He cried out, "why did you leave me and Malia, We both loved you so much!" he started to cry. She realized that she probably shouldn't sleep with him, and decided to go to Mary, her nanny and spend the night with her instead.

She sighed. It was sad to know that her father loved her mother that much. She walked over to her vanity. She sat down on the padded chair and looked at herself in the mirror.

She didn't look like the Malfoys she'd seen in the paintings in the hall. Her red hair was the most obvious difference. She took her hair down from the ponytail it was in and noticed it was getting long; it was at her belly button. She decided to wear it down for the rest of the day. She kept on looking at herself. The only thing she could see that looked Malfoy were her eyes. They were undeniably the trademark Malfoy gray that she saw in the paintings of her ancestors. She looked at her cheeks; she had sprinkles of freckles on her nose and cheeks. She hated her freckles. She then examined her body, she was very skinny, she was fine with that, but she was also a bit on the tall side, which she never had really liked. She sighed and thought, 'oh well, genetics can't be changed.'

She decided to check and see what time it is. She decided to go to dinner a bit early, because she had missed the trolley on the train home. So she got up and started walking towards the kitchen.

She still was very tired from last night, and accidentally turned on of the hallways she was less familiar with without realizing it. She then turned to where the hall to the kitchen would be and walked towards the door.

She opened the door, and noticed that the room she was in was very dark; she turned on the light to see what room she was in. She had never seen this huge room before. It had a bunch of boxes and cobwebs, and dust. She looked around and saw many boxes, ones that had Photos, Draco, and Hogwarts Memories written on them.

She looked around and noticed a few boxes over in a corner of the room that had nothing written on them. Curiousity got the best of her and she started to walk towards them. She decided to open one of them and grabbed the first thing she could in the box.

It was a few pieces of paper that were obviously old. She turned the paper over and the first thing she noticed was that it was a Will. It read:

THE WILL OF GINERVA MALFOY

I, Ginerva Malfoy, Give everything to my husband, Draco Malfoy, and Our Daughter, Malia Malfoy.

That was how far she got before she fainted from shock.

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