Notes: Crystal lives in a time where Voldemort has taken over. I believe that I intended this story to take place while the Marauders were there, something about a defect between Harry's parents that made him depressed and unable to concentrate during the Final Battle, but I believe it would be better suited in Harry's time, where she must help Harry stay cheerful and keep him away from his parents' secrets. She also learns why her brother is so cruel (cruel, not mean, I mean cruel. Draco becomes cruel after Hogwarts, and he grows a backbone! He stands up for himself now, no pathetic thugs or charity work for him). Why? Because, to quote Draco, "That damn bastard stole the love of my f--ing life! How the f--k could he do that! The only f---ing Weasley that's even decent, and he sweeps her off her feet! He's Harry Blood Potter! How's a guy supposed to compete with that?" Draco Malfoy-- from his private journal. If you're too thick to notice, Draco likes Ginny (a blood traitor, Draco! Your a Malfoy! You can do better than that!), but Harry is the one she ends up with.
A Silver Lining in Every Cloud
In the Final Battle, Voldemort triumphed. All members of the Order were wiped out. Muggles were killed. Squibs became servants. Muggleborns became slaves, or were killed. Knowledge was lost. Hogwarts became darker than Durmstrang would ever be.
All of that happened in thirteen years. As long as I've been alive. My name is Crystal Malfoy. My parents, Luscious and Narcissa, decided to celebrate Voldemort's triumph by having another child. One they were determined to have raised right. To become Voldemort's right hand man and successor. The only problem, I'm a girl.
I was raised in darkness. Surrounded by rubble and fires. At least, that's what my part of town looks like. I live in the girls' section. The place where the young girls, and any females who haven't been taken away, live until someone takes them to reproduce. Other parts of town are quite nice, but I've only ever seen them from a distance. The town is divided into two parts, the rich section and the poor/unwanted section. The school is located in the middle of town.
My father is headmaster, but I don't get any slack. I actually have to work even harder than the other because he's my father. The school is called Hogwarts, and it's the best school to learn the Dark Art at. Even Durmstrang, the former darkest school, is nowhere near as dark as Hogwarts.
At Hogwarts, we still have the Sorting Hat, but instead of Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw for houses, we have two main houses, North and South, divided up into Weak or Powerful. Not very creative, but it "puts us in our places" to quote my older brother Draco.
To tell the truth, I actually i have /i been to the North (Rich) end of town. It was my thirteenth birthday, the day when, if you're related to Rich, you choose who you're going to marry and live with. Of course, you aren't allowed to divorce, and you can't do anything if he cheats. We women are treated like dirt here. But, anyways, on with what happened that day.
I was allowed to pick one thing, any thing, from any where, for that birthday. I wanted a necklace. Not beaded like the ones I usually wore, but delicate and expensive. I chose a beautiful gold necklace with a delicate gold chain with an hourglass on it that spun. I found myself twirling it while I sat, listening to my suitors. I stopped twirling it when they brought in the birthday cake, and then everything started to spin.
When everything stopped spinning, I saw that I was still in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, but things looked different. It was empty. Well, empty except for a few tables.
"Hello?" I cried out, hoping someone would hear me. I wandered around the school, looking for someone, anyone. I stopped at a few windows, and I didn't see any houses. I didn't see any ruins. I saw lush green grass and the forest looked healthy. It looked so different, I couldn't help but think I must be somewhere that simply i looked /i like the inside of Hogwarts. Maybe this was Durmstrang? I thought to myself as I rounded a corner. There stood an old man. He had a long, silvery beard and half moon spectacles.
"Why, hello" he said, showing that he noticed me.
"H-hello sir," I replied. He seemed familiar in some way, but I couldn't quite place it.
"Follow me," he told me as he turned around and said something to the gargoyle behind him. It sounded like "Lemon pops" but that's just silly. The gargoyle jumped side and a set of stairs started to rotate up from the ground. This was becoming more and more familiar my the moment. It stopped in front of a door and we went through it. I immediately knew where we were. The Headmaster's Office. I'd been there so may times I could literally find it in my sleep. Guess that's why I ended up there. If this guy was Headmaster, that explained where I knew him from.
"You're Headmaster Albus Dumbledore!" I exclaimed.
"Why, yes, I am. How did you know?" he inquired, though I'm sure he already knew.
"You're a portrait here, or at least, you were when my father was Headmaster." I replied.
"Who are your parents? And what is your name?"
"My parents are Luscious and Narcissa Malfoy. I, am Crystal. Crystal Malfoy."
A/N: That was one of my very first attempts at a story revolving around Draco Malfoy's little sister (younger by about 17 years, their Lucious and Narcissa are old by then). In one idea, I thought I would just send Crystal, but in another I decided to add a friend, a Black (in this one, Regulas never died. He lived on and had a child when Voldemort triumphed). I don't think that I wrote Ms. Black in, but I do remember that one idea was to send Ms. Malfoy in the Harry's time, and another was to send both into the Marauder's time. Having only Ms. Malfoy in Harry's time would be merely to help change the outcome of the war, and get a new outlook on life; sending both Ms. Malfoy and Ms. Black into the Marauder's time was meant to be more humorous, with both girls terrified of being found out for who they are. Also, I had thought of two different ways from them to get into the past. One was for Ms. Malfoy to accidently use a Time Turner, the other was for the two girls to be messing with potions in a forgotten dungeon of Hogwarts.
Starting Over
Crystal Tipton. An ordinary girl? Or a girl with a secret past so big, it could blow the Wizarding World to pieces? She showed up the first day back from Winter Break, and she seemed like she had attended Hogwarts all her life. But she was new. She couldn't have been there before, could she? And why is she so afraid of Luscious Malfoy? It's like, she's afraid he's going to hurt her, but he doesn't even notice she exists. Why does she act so weird? Why doesn't she flinch at the name Voldemort? Why does she always wear long sleeves? Why does she look like Narcissa Black? Why does she fear her as well? What secrets does her past hold?
It was my thirteenth birthday. I was ecstatic. Thirteen meant that I was no longer a child. I would be free to do as I pleased. Well, for most things. I still hadn't found a way out of my arranged marriage to Jonathan Flint. He wasn't nice. He wasn't cute. He wasn't interesting. I don't know i why /i my parents wanted me to marry him. They probably thought he was the only one they could convince to marry me. Anyways, I was excited because I would be allowed to pick any one thing from i any /i place. Money wasn't a problem with my family, it was more of the fact that my father despised me, and my mother was supposed to. I'd had my eye on this necklace at the store I worked at. Purebloods aren't supposed to have to work, but my father made me. So I worked at the antique shop in town. Anyways, this necklace caught my eye. It had a thin, gold chain and it had an hourglass in the middle. It was amazing.
They got it for me, and I was sitting at the head of the table. I had never gotten to sit there before, but it was my birthday, and they were probably going to marry me off within the next few days, so I tried to enjoy myself. But there isn't much to enjoy when you're sitting next to Jonathan Flint and people keep coming up to you to congratulate you about something you don't care about. So I sat there, twirling the hourglass. I stopped twirling it when the cake was brought out and then things started to swirl around me. When it stopped, I was alone.
I wasn't i just /i alone. I was alone in the Great Hall. The same place where my boring birthday party was happening. But no one was there. I was still in the same clothes, but my surrounding looked naked. I got up and I wandered the halls of Hogwarts. It was empty. I could actually see the dust that covered things. I eventually ended up in the Headmaster's office. I don't even know how I got there. I just ended up there. I saw an old man sitting behind my father's desk. I'd seen him somewhere before. I just couldn't place where.
"Welcome, Ms. Malfoy," he said. It scared me that he knew my name.
b September 1st, the first day back to Hogwarts for most students, first day ever for others, and the first day at Hogwarts in this time for Crystal. She had arrived extra early. In fact, she had ridden the train to the station, and she was hyper. Sitting on a train with no one else on it for nearly seven hours would make anyone hyper. Even more hyper if they had to ride it back to where they came from not long after they got to their destination.
Outside of the train were the other students. She had only been told of a few of them. James Potter, Sirius Black, Luscious Malfoy, Narcissa Black, Severous Snape, Peter Pettigrew, Remus Lupin, Lily Evans. She wasn't hoping to meet any of them, in fear that she might change the future. But, of course, things don't always go as planned. /b
"Excuse me," came a voice from the open compartment door, "Can we sit here? Of course we can, I'm Sirius Black," he answered himself.
"Hello," I said as he came in, followed by a boy I assumed to be James Potter. "I'm Crystal. Crystal Tipton."
"Ah, you're the girl I'm supposed to show around? I must say, you're much cuter than I expected." Black replied.
"Well, what i were /i you expecting?" I asked, curious to know.
"A geeky little girl." Potter answered simply. "He's been complaining about it all week. 'I can't believe Dumbledore wants me to show around some geeky little girl! She's probably got a million zits and always caries a book around! Ew! What if she tries to get me to go out with her?'" he imitated Black I a high squealing voice.
"No. I'm not like that." I replied, laughing a little. They weren't quite so bad as I had been told they were. They seemed human, not monsters bent on world domination.
"I'm James Potter by the way," Potter told me, even though I already knew who he was.
"So, Tipton, where ya from?" Black asked nonchalantly. I had been warned this would happen, so I quickly told my cover story.
"Well, both of my parents were muggleborn, but they didn't live in the muggle world. We moved around a bit, but we mostly stayed in Britain. My parents taught me quite a bit of magic, but Voldemort killed them about a month ago. They were quite good friends with the headmaster, so I stayed at Hogwarts for the summer, getting over their deaths and catching up on the little bit of work I was behind on." I said, pretending to be sad when I said my parents were killed. I really couldn't have cared less.
"Really? What year are you going to be in? Dumbledore didn't tell us." Potter said.
"I'm supposed to be a third year, but Dumbledore said that I could start in fourth year. I don't really know why, but I think he may have said that it had something to do with my magical ability. What about you two?" I asked, though I already knew.
"We're fourth years as well. Hey, Prongs, where do you think Moony disappeared off to? I thought he was going to meet us here at ten, its ten fifteen already."
"I dunno Padfoot. Pete was also supposed to meet us here at ten. Maybe they got lost together?" Potter replied, using some odd nickname for Black. Really, I can't believe I'm sitting peacefully in the same compartment as Black and Potter. It's really quite scary, sitting in a compartment with a murderer and a lunatic, it is. But I must. Dumbledore said so, and I don't want to get on his bad side. i Crazy people are not people to anger /i , I thought to myself. Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew showed up ten minutes later, but nothing truly interesting happened. Lupin thought that Black had finally made up with his cousin Narcissa Black (apparently I look a lot like her. Wonder why? note the sarcasm), and Pettigrew thought I smelled of cheese (it wasn't my fault that a stupid house elf spilled a tray of cheeses on me at breakfast). Soon enough the train started and we headed to Hogwarts, I prayed to my non-existent god that I wouldn't be sorted into Gryffindor, but I had to be, or at least any house other than Slytherin.
