Mya's Point of View

I'm not exactly sure how I found myself in this position; currently I was getting ready to mount my brother's broom on the Malfoy quidditch pitch. I think that he had somehow managed to get me to agree to a deal where if I learned Quidditch then I could choose something for him to do in return. Blaise had gotten Draco to agree to let us use his pitch and he was going to fly with us incase something happened. I mounted the broom so I was straddling the broom behind my brother. I wrapped my arms around him tightly. He had assured me that nothing would happen but if it did Draco would also be there; although that didn't make me feel any better.

Carefully Blaise kicked off the ground but only raised the broom several feet high before pausing. Slowly for the next few minutes Blaise raised the broom stick higher and higher until we were about twenty feet off the ground. I liked the view from here but glancing down it clicked about how high off the ground we were; Blaise noticed my panic and he urged the broom forward slowly. I soon became enraptured in the sensation of flying. I loved the wind that rushed at my face and through my black curly hair. When Blaise stopped the broom again we were at the height of the three rings at the ends of the pitch. The view was amazing; I could see the whole of the neighborhood from here. The Malfoy mansion was amazing from here; I could see a blond figure watching us from one of the windows. I strangely felt calm at this height in the air; even after glancing down at the ground. Draco was hovering in the air about ten feel below us; they must have thought that I might have fallen off.

"What do you think Mya?" Blaise asked me.

"It's nice. Can we go faster?"

"Sure. Hold on tight to me though." With that said and followed the duo on the broom shot off slowly gaining speed. Zooming through the air with my brother; the time also sped by until Draco yelled that we had to go inside for dinner. My whole family had been invited to dinner with the Malfoys, including my uncle. Blaise and I had to quickly return to our own house to change for dinner. Blaise and I decided to fly home after a few quick words. We did fly down to say thank you to Draco before we left. When we returned to the manor we both quickly flew to Zabini manor. Since we were attending dinner at the Malfoys we had to dress in formal dress robes; this was not an ordinary dinner there were in fact several propionate pure blood families attending. I chose to wear an emerald green robe that my mother got me in Diagon alley; this was not something that I would have chosen but I did now belong to a world of purebloods. The top that went with the robe had only one strap which wrapped over my left shoulder and tied on to the right side of the dress; the top was a well fitted bodice which laced up the front tightly and along the bottom of it was a silver thread that was weaved in a Celtic pattern. The skirt that also went with the robe was black and plain except for the Celtic patter that was also intricately designed along the bottom of the skirt. I had also put a small amount of eye liner on accompanied with some mascara and lip gloss. I really wasn't one for make up. I also tied my black hair back in to a pony tail where it fell into silky curls. When I was ready to leave I went down to the lounge to where the rest of my family was waiting minus Severus.

"Mya, you look beautiful" Blaise said. He was standing in front of me wearing a black robe with a black dress pants on and an emerald shirt. His black hair which was the exact shade of mine was spiked up and it did quite suit him.

"Thank you Blaise, you don't look so bad yourself." I said with a giggle.

"Mya, Blaise we must warn you. Tonight at the party Voldemort will possibly be there. If he is you both must act as though you are on his side. Mya, when you were born Lucius was ordered to make sure that you died, the official story which was recorded in the news was that you were still born. Tonight there will be press at this event and they will be told that there was a mistake at the hospital and that you were mixed up with another baby; a baby which had in fact died. This is the official story that we all must stick with okay?" Elizabeth informed the twins. We both nodded in response. "We will be meeting your uncle there. He had some last minute work to attend to at Hogwarts. We will floo over I think. I think we will need to cast a glamour charm to cover up that nasty bruise." My mother was referring to the blue and purple bruise that had been caused my Ron's fist. My parents had been outraged when they had seen the bruise. Blaise had wanted to punch Ron too; but I had told him not too. I personally wanted to hit Ron but I didn't, I knew that there would be a way for me to get revenge upon him somehow. My face was soon the olive color that it was naturally. We flooed over to Malfoy Manor; in the greeting room was the Malfoys and my uncle. Lucius and Narcissa were greeting the guests as they arrived. To my disgust I saw that among the members of the press that were also here was Rita Skeeter. Since Voldemort might make be arriving at the party later the press was only there to photography the guests as they arrived, after all when the Malfoys threw a party it was a very exclusive event. We went over to greet the Malfoys accompanied with my uncle. Narcissa gave me a hug; I had really warmed up to her, she was not as everyone assumed. We had to pause in front of the press for a photo and to answer a few questions; all of the reporters were incredibly interested my me but what would you expect when a well known pureblooded family suddenly had the daughter which had been reported as still born 17 years ago. We had several family photos of us all together and one of Blaise and I together. When we were able to escape the press we made our through to the ball room where Blaise led me away to meet some of the other teenagers that were there. Theodore Nott was in Slytherin seventh year and he was also keeper on the Slytherin quidditch team. He very nice to me even after finding out that I was previously known as Hermione Granger.

"So you just had Blaise here turn up at your place on your birthday to announce that he was your brother. If someone popped out of my fire place to tell me that I would avada their ass! Are you going to change to Slytherin when you return to Hogwarts?" Theo, his nick name, asked me.

"Yeah well it was really weird especially since he had Draco with him. I don't know what's going to happen when I return to Hogwarts. I will be resorted but don't know what house I will be put into. Blaise thinks Slytherin but I'm not to sure yet."

"Well I personally would love it if you were in Slytherin. You would probably be the only Zabini not to be in Slytherin if you're not put in there. But us Slytherins would accept you either way, you're a pureblood and twin of one of our best. Anyway if you would please excuse me, it appears that Daphne has just arrived. I must go and work my magic." I laughed at his antics; I believe that he fancies himself as a bit of a ladies man. I watched as he made his way across the room to a short blond girl that had entered the room; she was small with green eyes and a cute button nose. She was also in seventh year I recalled correctly. I watched the two for a moment before I moved on; as they stood next to each other they were opposites of each other. He was tall, she was short; she had blond hair where as he had brown; her eyes were green where as his were blue. Blaise was over with Crabbe and Goyle talking animatedly about something; I walked over to join them. I spent most of the night from then on following my brother around the room being introduced to many different friends of his and our family's.

When I joined my parents and brother for breakfast the next morning I discovered that I was the topic of conversation; both at the breakfast table and in the wizarding world. The Daily Prophet had the front page decorated with the heading being 'Zabini's dead child alive? Revealed at Malfoy party last night. By Rita Skeeter.' Underneath this heading were photos of my family and of Blaise and me. There was a very small photo of the Malfoys also and the Draco in the picture did not look very happy that he was not receiving all the attention. I flicked through the article to find that she had once again created a load of rubbish about how me and my past affairs with Harry, Ron and Viktor. This woman never stopped writing rubbish. At the table Blaise was discussing with my father what broom to buy me; he had taken it upon himself to teach me quidditch and to make sure that I had the best broom out there. My mother was just nodding when ever the two asked her questions while not really listening to a word which the duo said. Just as I raised a piece of toast to my mouth I heard a tapping at the window; there was Hedwig. When I opened the window she flew in and landed gracefully on my chair. Un-tying the piece of parchment that was attached to her leg I offered her a piece of my toast. She hooted gratefully before flying over to owl stand which we had in the corner; she must have been told to wait for a reply. Opening the parchment I recognized Harry's messy scrawl.

Dear Mya

We all saw you on the cover of the prophet looking wonderful as usual. The article was interesting as Rita's ones always are. Why didn't you tell us the greasy git was you uncle? I mean why didn't you tell us that Snape was your uncle?" Anyway it doesn't matter to me about who you're related to but Ron's a tad angry. Next time you could warn us. Expect a letter from him I think. How is you face? We (Ginny, Ron and me) wanted to do something with you sometime soon. Maybe meet for ice cream in Diagon Alley. What do you think?

Love, Harry

Pulling out a spare quill I quickly scribbled a reply before rolling up the parchment and taking it over to Hedwig. She hooted at me before taking flight out the open window. Sitting down once again I raised my toast to my mouth and attempted to take a bite of it but once again I was interrupted. A small ball of feathers had flown threw the window and crash landed in my fathers cereal, splashing mile all over him. Blaise and I immediately began to roar with laughter whereas my mother tried to hide her own as she helped him to clean it up. The ball of feathers in the mean time had hopped its way over to me, it was Pig. He was proud of himself for delivering his letter so he once again began to hoot with happiness before ruffling his feather to get the milk out of them. Ron's letter was a few words that were written rather angrily across the parchment.

THE GREASY BASTARD BAT IS YOUR UNCLE! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US? HOW ON EARTH COULD THIS SLIP YOUR MIND?

He hadn't bothered to sign it but I could easily tell that it was his. I once again grabbed my quill and scribbled on the parchment. This message was a more direct note of I couldn't choose my family, he's not that bad and to get over it. I could only deal with so much of Ron's attitude before I snapped. As soon as Pig had his letter he zoomed out the window back to his master. And I got to eat my toast finally with only the occasional interruption from Blaise about broom sticks. I managed to get him to leave me in peace when I told him that there was no point in getting a broom until I knew for sure that I liked to fly and could I fly on my own.

Okay well so much for not writing till I finished my photography work. I wrote half of this in English class while we watched a boring movie for exams. Its almost midnight here and I have school soon so I will once again be lazy and not write responses to the reviews but I really appreciate all the encouragement that you all offer me and I will hopefully get a new chapter out soon. Wish me luck because I have to do a dramatic presentation in front of my class on Thursday and I HATE public speaking. Once again email alerts are available (LadyProngs don't worry I have you address!). HUGS TO EVERYONE )