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Eleven year old Jayce plopped down on to her bed, rereading her father's letter; she rolled her eyes at the dirty parchment that they provided at Azkaban. She had never actually met her father or at least that she could remember since he had been captured a few months after she was born.

My Deareset Jayce,

Your mother tells me that you will be starting Hogwarts soon; I wish I could have been there when you received your letter. But before you go there are a few things you should know. 1. Do not let the mudlbloods even touch you, they should be kissing the ground you walk on. 2…

The young girl rolled her eyes at her father's old-fashioned values. She had never actually met her father or at least that she could remember since he had been captured a few months after she was born. But he was a man of little to no sanity and bloodthirsty for wizards of lesser blood than their own. Jayce had seen pictures of him before he was sent to Azkaban, she figured he would have been handsome if he wasn't so mean looking. The only picture she saw him smiling was the picture of him and her mom dancing around a ball room. It was their wedding day, they were twirling and laughing with each other. All of high society was there that day, admiring the handsome couple. It was by far Jayce's favorite picture, which she kept with her father's letters and other important things in a locked jewelry box underneath a loose floorboard in her room.

"What does he know," she mumbled as she laid her head down on her pillow. Jayce definitely had her fair share of daddy drama but she was quite content living with her mother in their house outside of London. The house used to be dark and foreboding from what she remembered as a little girl but since her father had left, over the years her mother had tried so hard to make the house a home. The frightening artifacts such as cursed masks and torturing devices had been replaced with expensive vases of colorful flowers and the gray, dark walls where repainted with blues and purples of all kinds. "A perfect mixture of high society and a calming presence" her mother would say. Her mother, Alanna, on the outside was a very social woman, attending teas and parties with other well known pureblood women but on the inside she was constantly battling her longing to have her once beloved husband back in her arms. Jayce didn't mind it being just her and Alanna, actually she thought it was no different from the other pureblood families. Other heirs of the bloodlines rarely saw their own fathers, whether it be business or mistresses, it was just how things were in pureblood societies.

After finishing the letter Jayce left out a long sigh, she was bored. Tomorrow would be one of the most exciting days of her life and she had already completed the preparation process. One new tawny owl named Brutus, a 9-inch wand made out of cherry with a unicorn core, a brand new cauldron, a set of books especially picked out for the first years, including subjects revolving around Potions, Charms, and Defense Against the Dark Arts, and all the other things she would need for a year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. All of her things were new of course, what pureblooded witch would she be if she didn't have brand new supplies for her schooling? Jayce came from a long line of wealthy purebloods plus with the money her father had made from working for the Ministry before being sent away had left her and her mom more than enough money to survive on and a huge house that had belonged to her family for generations. Jayce was proud to say that her blood purity could be traced back 300 years, unlike that horrible Parkinson girl who could only trace it back 200.

She looked at the clock that was on her bedside table, her eyes widened at the time. It was 2:20 and she was supposed to arrive at the Malfoy Manor at 2:30 and it was extremely rude to show up late. The Malfoys were a very wealthy pureblood family that used to be in the same "business" her father had been in. Both families had been allies for centuries, her father and Lucius had been childhood friends and they were both the best men at each other's weddings. Narcissa and Lucius had treated Jayce like one of there own and always invited her over. Their son, Draco, had been Jayce's friend since they were born and was always a person to have fun with when she was bored.

She quickly looked in the mirror before she left, she adjusted the Muggle sports bra she constantly wore and sighed. She didn't particularly like wearing Muggle garments but it was the only thing that kept her breasts from popping out. Before her 11th birthday, puberty had decided to settle in her home, bringing overly large breasts and monthly occurrences that should never be spoken of in public with it. Its not that she had a problem with big boobs, it's just what happened when she wore a normal bra and nice clothes. When she attended parties that required showy dresses, the boys would just stare at her even some a few years older than her would stare. It made her very uncomfortable, so all she ever wore where baggy shirts with sports bras underneath. It didn't completely make them go away but it hid them well which was good enough for Jayce. It was normal for favorable traits to be passed down to the offspring in pure families. Her mother always said that her grandmother and aunt's on her father's side were just like Jayce. After she had quit fussing over her chest, she looked at her face. She always thought she was cute, not overtly gorgeous but more like a reliable pretty with nice brown eyes and dirty blonde hair that was always in a ponytail, she didn't wear any makeup because her mother thought it was improper for a girl to be wearing it at such a young age. She had a straight nose and flawless skin which was one gift she had gladly accepted from her family.

Jayce looked at the clock again and she quickly hurried downstairs to where her fireplace was and grabbed some Floo Powder. "MALFOY MANOR!" she yelled with authority. The twists and turns made her nauseous and after finally seeing the parlor of the manor she quickly stepped out.

"Hello darling! Right one time, as usual of course!" Narcissa Malfoy swept in with practiced flawlessness, cleaning up the soot that Jayce had left behind. The aged, platinum witch eyed her over looking for ash and critiquing her outfit. "Tsk Tsk, my dear, if you would just wear those beautiful dresses that I know your mother buys you, you would be the most highly sought after witch in our circle!" she said.

"No thank you but I appreciate the advice Madame Malfoy." Jayce answered, struggling to conceal her grimace. "Do you know where Draco might be?"

"He's out in the gardens, practicing Quidditch, on one of those God forsaken broomsticks!"

"Thank you Madame Malfoy" Jayce quickly made her way through the large mansion, past the house elves and the moving portraits of Draco's ancestors, that commented on her "offensive" wardrobe and saying not to run in the noble house. When she finally reached the gardens, she saw Draco practicing with a training Snitch. Just as she came into view, she saw him catch the golden ball. "Not to shabby Malfoy!" he whirled around on his new Nimbus 2000 that he had received when his letter to Hogwarts came. "Shabby? You mean fantastic right?" he said cockily. Jayce rolled her eyes, he was always so egotistical. "Too bad you'll have to spend two semesters without flying" she retorted.

"Not really, we have flying lessons we're acquired to attend."

"Sounds exciting." She said dryly. Jayce did not want to take those classes, all it will be is Mudbloods making fools of themselves while the purebloods laugh at their attempts. It could be very monotonous and boorish.

"Well, once we get sorted into Slytherin, the classes won't be so bad. The Potions Master is a family friend and Slytherin's head of house, so we should be taken care of." Draco said reassuringly. She nodded in agreement, Jayce wasn't a girl of many words but Draco liked to talk, especially about himself, so they were a good match. "Do you want me to get my spare broom? We can practice at chaser and keeper?"

"No thank you, my mother said it's improper for a young lady to ride a broom and for that matter play Quidditch."

"Oh...that's right, I forgot." Draco said sulkily.

"Yeah..." She said. "Well what should we do now? And no I do not want to watch you practice while I sit here"

"You want to help me pack?" he offered.

"Don't you have house elves for that?"

"Why would I want them to touch my things?"

"Good point. Let's go." She said. They walked in silence into the Manor as they passed the second largest ballroom they both shivered.

"I hate that room." Jayce said spitefully.

"You shouldn't." Draco said, almost warningly.

"I know…." She whispered. Horrible and terrifying events had occurred in that room. She knew her father and Draco's father had attended many meetings in there. She hated that place with a passion, it was the reason her father was gone and it made her heart drop every time they would walk past it.

Once they made there way to Draco's room, the young wizard screamed in disdain. "Those filthy elves packed my things! They have been contaminated!" he stormed off, probably looking for the offending elf. Poor little monster, Jayce thought to herself unsympathetically. She decided to wait for Draco to finish the house elf's punishment while looking around his room. Jayce had been in Draco's room many times before but she loved looking at his old pictures. The moving photos showed important events in Draco's life, such as birthdays and Christmas's. There was even one when they were both five and they were wrestling around in the dirt. Jayce smirked as she saw her mother rush to stop her younger self's white dress from being ruined.

"Looking at old memories, are we?" Jayce quickly turned around seeing Lucius Malfoy standing in the doorway.

"Yes sir," Jayce answered respectfully. Lucius Malfoy creeped her out, even though he had practically raised her, he was just so foreboding.."Your mother is here, don't keep her waiting." Jayce nodded and followed Mr. Malfoy to the parlor. When she arrived, she saw Draco complaining to Narcissa and Alanna about the filthy vermin touching his supplies. "I hope you gave them a good kick, son." Lucius said as he walked. "I did father and I told them to go iron their hands for good measure!"

"Very good, son." Mr. Malfoy said with the faintest of smiles. Narcissa then turned her attention to Jayce, "So are you ready for Hogwarts? I know Draco can't wait!"

"I'm very excited actually, I can't wait for the Charms class. It looks like so much fun!" This was true for Jayce. She loved the usefulness of Charms and couldn't wait to learn them and possibly test them out on a Mudblood.

"Well, we must be going. Ta Ta for now!" Alanna said with a pleasant smile rushing Jayce into the fireplace. The single mother grabbed the Floo Powder and yelled "ROOKWOOD HOUSE!"

Authors Note: This revision has been long overdue. Thoughts?