Yupp. This is chapter two.

yay! haha, thanks for the three people who reviewed (I know, three! haha.)

Here it is, the first chapter will be explained later on.

First of all though, I would like to say that Ava is Draco's twin sister and is purely in the story, because I liked her character and I was sick when I typed it; so ha.

Onward!

Chapter Two

She stepped off the Hogwarts Express, trying her best not to show the pain in her ankle as she got off the last step. She searched for her brother as she did every year; her platinum blonde hair whipping around her face as she moved her head left and right.

Ava stopped and kept her head still, as she spotted her older brother. "Ava!", she heard him yell. She rain to him and received an icy glare from Pansy Parkinson. They had never been close friends.. hell, they had never been friends. So, it was only natural Pansy told her "Well.. seems as though some of us haven't changed. While some of us have, for the better.", she said thrusting out her chest to show off plastic.

"It's weird Parkinslut, but I never thought you of all people would resort to muggle plastic surgery", she said with a look that clearly said, I know what you did. Pansy tried to look like she didn't care, but nonetheless drew her chest back in..

She could just sense her brother smirking next to her as Pansy began walking away. Ava's haughty attitude quickly dissapeared. She got a semi-nuetral look; although, you can see the sadness in it. "Did he do it again?", Draco asked quietly. She merely nodded in response. Ava quickly dissapeared as she was getting one of the carriages that took them all to the school.

As she walked into the Great Hall, she realized that Harry Potter and his friends were close behind them. She could hear their heavy footsteps getting closer and assumed they were running. Her assumptions were correct, as soon as Ron Weasley ran into her shoulder. "Watch where you're going, weasel!", she had shouted trying not to show that he had hit her shoulder where Daniel had held her.

She was tempted to run after them as they began shouting and joking around with each other, having fun. But, she then realized she shouldn't and she couldn't. Besides, she didn't need to have their definition of "fun.".. right?

"Come on, Ava! We're gonna miss the sorting!", said Ava's friend Riley. Riley was from a very prestigious family, such as herself, but was in no way believed the same things the Malfoys did. Riley was for equality, and womans rights. She refused to follow her parents rules, and told her parents she would not learn to cook, clean, ect. as she wasn't going to become a desperate housewife. In a way, Ava admired her. Riley had long black silky hair, with layers and red and purple highlights, cascaded through them. She was pretty, of course; but, she didn't seem to notice the.. er.. effect she had on boys when she talked, or danced.

Snapping out of her reverie, she heard Riley call her name again; but, she didn't quicken her pace. Her father always told her beauties were well worth waiting for, so Ava never rushed for anyone at all. She went at her own pace, which made her feel like she was an individual in a school of clones..

"Now, we have made a few changes to the school's usual picking fo-", as this moment Ava made her way into the Great Hall. She slowly walked in, and could feel every eye on her as she gracefully made her way to her spot at the Slytherin table. Sliding into her chair, she looked at Dumbledore giving the okay to continue.

"Thank you for joining us, Miss. Malfoy. Now, like I was saying we have made a few changes to the school's usual picking for Head Boy and Head Girl. First of all, we would like to announce that strict rules were used for the choice of the very prestigious oppurtunity. Now, going on I would like to announce our choices.. first, we have the Head Boy, which is.. Harry Potter!"

Outrageous clapping was heard from everywhere and Ava rolled her eyes, of course the boy-who-lived would get something so "prestigious". And, then mudblood Granger would be right behind him. All they need now is that annoying weasel-bee, for a lackey and they have the golden trio together again.

Dumbledore raised his hands as a motion to tell everyone to be quiet and be seated again, as they had all rose up. "I'm sure that Mr. Potter doesn't actually need that much attention, thank you. Moving onto Head Girl.. we have.."

Ava Malfoy walked up the stairs into her new dorm. Great, she thought, spending my final year at Hogwarts with Potter. Exactly what I needed. Just proof that irony is in the name of Dumbledore, and possibly Merlin. She set down her things by the door, and looked around her surroundings.

There was a small kitchen to the left, and a couch with a fireplace and a few extra chairs around the fireplace with a rug. There was a set of staircases in front of her, leading to the left and the other to the right. She was guessing those lead to her rooms, and she made haste to pick the better one before Potter decided to show up, and no doubt have some arrogant party with his Gryffindorks.

The room to the right proved to be better, as the bathroom was larger and much more suitable for her needs in return. After changing the colors around a bit, she found a note pinned to the nightstand, and picked it up and read:

Dear Ava,

I know the situation you find yourself in must be very uncomfortable. But, I assure you it is much more accomadable than the current one you have at home. Yes, Draco has told me everything; even if you didn't want him to he thought it would be for your best interest. I, unfortunately, cannot remedy the situation at the exact moment, but plans have been made.

Your Godfather,

Severus Snape.

Merlin.. he makes it sound like I am holding someone hostage right now.. Ava rolled her eyes at the thought, and though there couldn't be any possible way for that to happen especially since she was the one being hold hostage.

6:00; is what the clock read and Ava sighed. She wasn't awake enough to go downstairs for dinner. She was too tired from all the days events. And, from yesterdays.. and, the day before.. and the day before..

As Ava lay there; she pondered how long Daniel had been at her house. A total of two years; just a week after her dad was put in prison.. A total of two years being put through hell. Sometimes, she wondered.. did she deserve it? Was it her fault this was happening?

The more she thought about it, the more he seemed the more plausible that she did bring this on herself.. but, she could already hear Draco's nagging voice saying "It's not your fault, Ava.. You didn't do anything." She rolled her eyes, at his naievety (sp.?) She sighed and got up, unhappily. Looking at the mirror in front of her, she lifted her shirt a little bit to grimace at the new bruise on her stomach, and the ones on her shoulders, legs, and healing scars. She tried not to cry when she realized how much damage had been done last night.

"Pardon me, dearie but you look as though you were just run over by a carriage!", the mirror exclaimed. Ava dropped her shirt, and brought her gaze up towards the top of the mirror.

"This coming from a mirror who looks to be dropped by careless wizards a few hundred times." retorted Ava knowing it was a horrible comeback, but she wasn't feeling well. The mirror just tsked at her, and Ava just glared at her in return and began to change into her pajamas ready for sleep.