Deux - not a full malfoy
While the students of Hogwarts were prepared for an attack, they certainly weren't prepared for a bunch of students to plummet down on top of one another with shrieks and yells of
"MERLIN'S BLOODY BEARD"
"My robes! You're sitting on it!"
"Shut up!"
"I told you not to touch it, it's crinkled!" "I didn't know, Merlin!"
The older students slowly retracted themselves from the younger once they saw there was no threat. A majority of Hogwarts's students put down their shields and slowly opened their eyes, trying to get used to the light after the darkness of their closed eyes.
The first years timidly let go of their elder's robes and some peeked out from their hoods they had thrown on their heads. The strangers had already stood and some straightened out their robes.
There was a girl with blonde hair, who was yet to reveal her face as she bends down to straighten her robes and brush out her hair.
There was a boy who also bent down his head to straighten out his robes and also had the same blonde hair as the girl did.
The boy and girl looked like siblings, but what had the Great Hall in silence was the big resemblance to the Malfoy heir's hair.
There was also a boy, who looked to be 11, with Weasley red hair, and envious bronze skin, his features were easily recognized by the friends of his parents.
Then there was a girl with black, tamed but bushy hair that had been put into a neat bun at the nape of her neck. Her sharp eyebrows and fair complexion are all too familiar. But they couldn't quite figure out who she looked like.
And next to the bushy haired girl stood twins, they looked to be in 2nd year,
with Weasley red hair, the second boy looked quite the same but with darker hair, they look too similar to the mischievous twins.
"Who are you?!" Filch bellowed.
"Sorry?" The blonde haired girl said, finally revealing her face to show fair pale ivory skin and gray eyes. The great hall widen its eyes, that was no doubt, a Malfoy. Nobody but his friends and the girl noticed that face had dropped, and eyes look sad and blank as he slouched. Malfoys never slouch.
"You're a Malfoy" Filch yelled, clearly displeased.
"Not completely," the boy, younger than the blonde girl said.
"Not completely?" Dumbledore asked, his blue eyes merrily twinkled, and a smile played on his lips.
The boy had slightly tanner skin than his assumed older sister. He had the same hair, too, just slightly more messy by what seems to be a habit of running his hands over it, but otherwise straight. And if you look closely enough, you would see he had dirty blonde hair, but his tips seemed to have the famous Malfoy whitish blonde hair. But his eyes, his eyes had a mesmerizing silver-gray. He looked to be a heartbreaker.
"No, not completely." He said, a smile gracing his lips.
"He's lying, Dumbledore! He's got the hair!" Filch yelled again. The great hall started whispering, and murmurs were heard.
"A Malfoy?"
"Silence!" Dumbledore bellowed and immediately, the Great Hall went silent. He stood up and asked.
"Who are you children?" He said, voice soft but clear.
"I don't think we should reveal our identities," the boy said gesturing to his "sister" "Not before they get here."
"That's right! The triplets!" The girl said and her eyes widened with realization, concern and worry took over her lovely face.
"I knew it was too quiet!" The new twins said, together.
"Who's 'the triplets"?" A Ravenclaw asked.
"They're the trouble's three, or the trouble's third." The bushy hair girl said.
"They'll be fine. They can never die. But if you want-" The blonde boy got interrupted by a Patronus.
A dragon Patronus to be specific, it snorted and out came a few blue flames, it flew it's way to the Part-Malfoy siblings and revolved around them.
What the dragon whispered to the siblings, they do not know, but what they do know is that the girl's face immediately brightened when seeing the dragon. The boy just smirked, but he, too, looked quite relieved.
When the dragon then finished delivering the message, it disappeared and the boy and girl looked quite... proud?
"Who was that?!" Filch then yelled again, making the Hufflepuff near him wince and rubbed their poor ears.
"And what did they have to say to you?" Minerva McGonagall, said, speaking up for the first time.
"The triplets, they told us they were okay." The boy said, a grin broke out from his face.
"They told us they were at Molly Weasley's and that they were going to come over soon." The girl said her voice was soft, but she spoke clearly.
"Then I shall go and retrieve them." Dumbledore said, rising up from his seat, once again.
"It's fine, I'm sure Mrs. Weasley will know where to go." The girl reassured me.
"If you are sure," Dumbledore said, settling back in his seat.
"They always get into trouble, that's why we call them 'The Trouble's third or three' whatever you like to say, third and three do have the same meaning anyway." The boy with the envious bronze skin that gave him a glow said, "Can we eat, we were about to eat lunch."
"Of course."
The boy then reached for a chip, and the Part-Malfoy girl reached for an apple, and the boy for a treacle tart.
The siblings sat down at the Slytherin, them being one themselves. The boy who reached for a chip sat at the Gryffindor table, and the bun haired girl sat at the Gryffindor table. The twins also sat at the Gryffindor table.
Then, Plates filled with food immediately appeared right in front of the new arrivals.
"I'm famished." The Part-Malfoy boy said, as he bit into the treacle tart.
"Time traveling and not having lunch can do that to you." The girl joked.
To be continued…