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Chapter Two

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He was hungry, his stomach told him that much. But he had a couple stacks of papers left to review and critique before he was done with his work. He decided to review a few more then go eat dinner.

He called for William and told him that he would be down for dinner in less then 15 minutes, and he wanted dinner to be served and on the table when he got down there.

Once he thought he was finished with enough that he wouldn't feel like he was slacking on his work, he decided to get dinner.

As he was walking down the hall toward the dining room he passed many portraits on the walk of his ancestors. They all said hello, like they always did when he was in the hall.

When he reached the dining room, the table had food on it, just like he had wanted. William was waiting for him. He asked, "Should I get Malia?"

He answered, "If she wants to eat now she can, but if she doesn't she can get something from the kitchen later tonight."

"OK, I'll ask her. Excuse me for a moment sir," William said. And he walked out of the dining room towards Malia's room.

When he got there, he knocked on the door but there was no answer. He assumed she probably was sleeping so he left to tell Mr. Malfoy she wouldn't be joining him for dinner.

After he finished, he returned to his work.

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She could hear the sound of people washing pots and pans in the kitchen downstairs. She didn't want to get up but she knew she had to. She was very, very hungry.

Malia slowly got up and realized that she had fainted. She quickly got up and left the room. She made her way down toward the kitchen and passed paintings of her ancestors, most of whom she didn't even know.

After she made her way down to the kitchen, She went directly to the refrigerator and took out some of the leftovers from what her father had eaten. She sat down at the table in the kitchen and started eating.

All she could think about was what she had seen. A will. Her mother's will.

She now had at least a few of her many questions about her mother answered. She knew her mother didn't leave her father for someone else. She knew now that she'd never see her mother.

Maybe through pictures, if she was lucky enough to find any that her father hadn't hidden or burned or ripped up. But she'd never see her mother in the flesh ever.

She really wanted to meet her mother. She wanted to see if she were like her mother at all. She never felt like a Malfoy, or even really looked like one either. She felt like whatever her mother was; she knew she was more like her mother's side of the family. She didn't know how she knew; it was sort of a gut feeling.

She wanted to meet her mother so badly. And now she knew she never would.

Thinking about her mother made her thoughts drift away from the real world for a while. She realized that she'd eaten all the mashed potatoes and now was just eating air.

She put her bowl in the sink and went back upstairs to her room. Later that night, she planned on bringing the box with her mother's will in it into her room. She thought that there might be more things of her mother's then just her will in it.

She did what she usually would after dinner, write her letters to her friends and read books on charms, potions, and transfiguration.

She waited more then 5 hours until it was past midnight to go back into that room. She quietly walked down the hall, careful to not wake the paintings.

When she reached the room she slowly made her way over to the boxes, being careful not to trip on anything. She got to the corner of the room where the boxes were and took the one that was on top of the rest; the one she'd found the will in. She put it on the floor for a moment; she was looking for the will, because it'd dropped when she fainted.

After she found it, she put it in the box and made her way back to her room.

When she got to the room she put the box on the floor and opened it. To her surprise, all there were was papers in it, and a few photos.

She took out the will and put it aside, more interested in if there were any photos out of the few in there that had her mother in it.

The second paper she saw had signatures on it, she immediately assumed it was some kind of contract or certificate. But after looking at it for a little longer then a second, she realized it was a marriage license. It was her parents' marriage license.

She looked at her mother's signature: Ginny Weasley. It looked so much like her handwriting; if she knew she hadn't signed that contract, she would've thought she had married her father under a false name.

She learned another thing about her mother, her maiden name. She couldn't believe it! She was part Weasley!

That meant some of her fellow Gryffindors were her cousins! Now that she thought about it, they do look somewhat like her, the hair, the freckles, and the tall and skinny body. It makes perfect sense.

The only thing that didn't make sense is why she wouldn't know that they were her cousins. Why did she never get to know her mother's side of the family? And why don't they know about her?

She looked for the date of their marriage; their anniversary, had she been alive would've been on august thirteenth. They got married about two years before she was born so she knew that they had had her after getting married. That gave her a bit of relief, knowing that her father hadn't knocked up her mother and married her because she was pregnant.

She looked over more details, they got married when they were very young, she didn't exactly know how young they were, but it was close to how old she was right now.

She was getting tired. She set the marriage certificate to the side by the will, and looked through some photos. They were mostly pictures of buildings from Spain or France or Italy. They were beautiful photos.

She fell asleep before she could get to another photo.

Right beside her, no more then a foot away was her parents' marriage license. Even thought Malia had looked at it very thoroughly, there was one detail on the license that she'd overlooked. It was a detail that would help her learn about her parents relationship, but also leave her with more questions then before.

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Sorry it took so long to post again! I was away from a computer for a lot of time. But I thought of some more possible plots for the story. So please don't be too mad.

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