Summary: The Malfoys end up having two kids and their family finally seems to be complete. Things can't get any better. It seems that things can get worse, though, when Draco's younger sister does not show any magical ability. A two-part story.

Pairing: Lucius x Narcissa, Draco x Pansy, Draco x Hermione

A/N: This story is based on a request and I thought it would be a fun story to write: Can you do one were Draco has a younger sister who is a squib but they learn to her in spite their beliefs. Enjoy! :)

Northern Light

Part I

When Draco was still a child, he never wanted to have any brothers or sisters. He wanted to just be him and his parents forever and ever. They would spend their mornings in the family room, having breakfast together like a family, then Lucius would walk into his study, the one room in the whole manor that the youngest Malfoy was not allowed in, and would take care of the family business. Draco and his mother would spend the day in the gardens walking, running around and playing, or indoors, painting or sometimes playing music. Narcissa was pretty good with a piano and little Draco was fascinated by his mother's skills. In the evening, when Lucius would be done with business, meetings and associates, they would sit down in the dining room and have dinner together. That was when Lucius and Narcissa talked about how their day went and they always included Draco in the conversation. The little boy would eagerly share even the smallest detail about his day and his parents would always listen to his story.

When Draco was seven years-old, he still didn't want any siblings. He just didn't see the point of it. Why would he want to share his parents' love with anybody else? His mother had sisters, and there was not much love lost between them; even as a kid, Draco could notice how tense his mother got around both her sisters. His father, on the other hand, had no siblings, so everything was very easy for him. He was the only heir to the Malfoy name and heritage, just like Draco was dreaming to be one day. If anybody would ask him if he had a hero, Draco would say his father was his hero. It was everything Draco ever wanted: to become the smart, refined gentleman his father was.

By the time Draco turned eight, he was no longer an only child. There would be another branch in their family tree that would lead from his mother and father to their two kids. Draco was no longer the only heir to the Malfoy name. Now there was also an heiress. Draco felt sick. He was almost a man grown, his father said, so he had to act like one; no tears, no tantrums. Malfoys always put family first and his sister was as close family as he would get. It didn't mean they loved him any less, his mother said, just that the priorities had changed slightly. Things would never change between the three of them, his parents assured him. But things had never been the same again. Aurora, that was his sister's name, was taking up all their parents' time, leaving Draco little to none of their attention. Draco felt frustrated and even angry. He wanted this baby to go away so that he can have his perfect life back. He missed his mother playing the piano and the talks with his father. Now they were both busy with the baby. And, Merlin, the noise she made! Even though Draco's room was on the other side of the hall, he could still hear her cry and scream in the middle on the night. His parents would take turns to check on her, but they would rarely check on their son. The little boy would curl up under his blankets and pretend to be asleep even when his mother or father would check on him.

When Draco received his Hogwarts letter, Aurora was still the center of attention in the Malfoy Manor, a fair-haired, silver-eyed three-year-old which Draco loved with all his heart. Up until he left for Hogwarts, he would spend almost all his free time playing with his sister, reading to her or chasing rabbits in the gardens. Aurora loved rabbits, so their parents obliged and got her a bunny family, as she called it. Draco thought it was the cutest thing. He would even entertain her with easy magic tricks. Since he was not yet a student, he wa still allowed to do some magic in their home. Aurora loved every show he put on for her. The day Draco had to leave for school, Aurora had cried all the way through breakfast, clutching to her chest the stuffed dragon that used to be Draco's favorite toy as a child. Her big brother pulled every trick he could think of to make her stop, but it was no use. His mother gently gestured him to just drop it and get ready for the trip. On Platform 9 ¾, after his trunk had been taken into the train, Draco hugged both his mother and father. He turned to Aurora, picked her up and gently brushed the tears from her cheeks.

"Be a good girl, Rory, okay?"

She just nodded in agreement and threw herself on him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I love you." Draco smiled and kissed her platinum blonde hair, so much like his own.

"Love you too, beautiful."

After school started, Draco would spend every holiday at the manor in company of his family. It felt good to be back home, to relax in his old room, to read next to the fireplace, and even to attend one of his sister's pretended tea parties. Home was where Draco felt at ease and safe. It was the summer after his third year at Hogwarts when Draco accidentally overheard his parents talk in his father's office. He had been to the owelry to send Pansy a letter (back then he still fancied only pretty, pureblood witches) when he found the door to the study cracked open, a ray of golden light coming from the shaft. At first he thought his father might have heard him going out in the middle of the night and that he would be waiting for Draco to come back to give him one of his talks. Lucius's speeches were already famous amongst his children, and they both hated them. Draco tiptoed over to the door, almost too scared to breathe. That's when he heard soft whispers from the office, and realized his father was not alone. He recognized his mother's voice. That was weird, his parents wouldn't have hushed conversations in the dead of night, away from strange eyes. Draco edged in a little closer and listened harder.

"I fear it's happening, Lucius. It's really happening." Narcissa's voice sounded broken, like she had been crying for a while.

"It's too soon to tell, love. Give her some more time." his father tried to seem calm, but Draco would recognise the doubt in his voice at any given moment. It was the same tone he used when Draco asked him if he was okay after grandfather's death. His words said he was, but the tone in his voice had another hidden message.

"These things should have happened by now." his mother said. She sounded desperate. "Draco started showing signs when he was three. When he was three, Lucius." she let out a deep sigh and Draco could picture her pacing around the room, her high heels leaving marks in the soft carpet, just like the time his father had that hunting accident a few years back. He had never seen Narcissa so worried. Until now. "We could have her tested." his mother started.

"No." Lucius said in a firm tone, but not unkind. When he spoke next, he sounded pained. "If that is indeed true, then we will have to keep her away from the public eye."

"No. I will not have that. I will not!" his mother sounded angry and Draco could count on his fingers the times he had ever seen her angry. "She is our daughter. We can't just ship her away."

"Keeping her here will only make things worse for everybody, and you know it!" His father had stopped sounding hurt, Draco noted. He was using his I Am The Master of The House voice. Draco knew it oh too well.

"What will we tell her? That we are horrible parents and she can't live with us anymore?" Narcissa's voice cracked as she started crying. Draco felt a hard lump in his throat. His parents were planning to send his sister away for what seemed like and indefinite period and they didn't seem to have any remorse. At least his father didn't. Draco knew what they were talking about. At thirteen, he was very clever for his age. Everybody said that, but he would have known it even if they hadn't. He knew his parents were talking about the lack of magical ability in Aurora. He had seen it himself, and not only once. It only made it worse to see her try to do the same tricks Draco did, and fail miserably. Draco would chuckle and tell her she was still too young for this, that she would be able to do that and much more when she will be older. But even as he said that, he knew in the back of his mind it was never going to happen. This midnight conversation was only a terrible confirmation of his fears. Draco was not going to stand by and watch his parents send Aurora away. He stepped into the study and his parents' eyes were on him instantly.

"You can't do that." he said. "I won't allow it." He held both their gazes the way he only did it when he was not going to quit no matter what.

"Draco," his father started "you're too young to understand this, but it's for the best. For all of us. Aurora won't live a happy life in the magical world as part of this family." The pain in Lucius's voice was back, stronger than ever.

"You can't just abandon her. She's only five." Draco had never felt angrier in his whole life. His vision started to blur but he would not cry. He would not fail his little sister by breaking down in front of the people who were about to decide if she would still be a part of the family or not.

"Don't be silly, son. Nobody is going to abandon her. She will be very well taken care of."

"Not by her parents." Draco spat out. He felt the need to punch something, just like Granger had punched him a few months back. Even though it hurt like hell - that little brat had strong arms for a skinny nerd - Draco thought she must have felt about him the same way he was now feeling about his father: furious, fuming, out of his mind.

"The decision has been made, Draco. Aurora will still live with us for a while, but we will have to keep her out of public attention."

Draco looked over at his mother. She had been silent this whole time and now she was staring at a fix point in the carpet. She was heavily breathing, probably trying hard not to make a scene in front of them.

"Mother!" Draco pleaded. His mother finally looked up from the carpet.

"I'm sorry, Draco. Your father is right."