A/N: Sorry for the delay! I planned to finish this chapter earlier, but you won't believe how exhausted someone can be after a full day of park visits, playdates, crafts and games! haha Anyways, enjoy :) - Reviews are always welcome!

Fourth.

Silently, she moved across the dark corridors and staircases of Hogwarts, her steps weren't heard and she wasn't seen. Darkness was her friend, always has been.

Already at home, in her muggle house she had mastered to sneak around silently, hidden from the darkness.

Saiph loved Hogwarts, finally she didn't felt like she was different anymore, almost forgotten her normal friends, her normal life. Things she used to used to do, she loved to do weren't important to her anymore. The almost daily letters she'd send to her parents became rare lately. She couldn't think about home, if she even could still call it home.

Saiph hadn't told her parents that she was sorted into Slytherin and that the Sorting Hat had called her a Pureblood. They wouldn't have understood anyways. But still, how could she be a pureblood if her parents both were muggles, how was this possible?

The black haired had tried a lot to gain knowledge about her being a pure blood, she even had asked Professor Snape. But nothing had helped, still she knew as much as she did on September 1st.

Portions and Defence against the Dark Arts became quickly her best subjects, but the black haired didn't need to put much effort into school in general. Without doing much, she always was at the top, often beating Granger – the Mudblood, how her new friends called her – who seemed to have memorized all school books, just by guessing.

Happy about the fact that she didn't need to spent hours with homework or practicing like others, she could spent the better of her time inside the old library of Hogwarts.

Secretly, she hoped to stumble about something, inside one of these old books about her past, about her parents and her family, but ask after it she never would admit it.

Saiph was hidden deep inside her thoughts, while wandering around the huge book shelf's. Absent she pulled one of the books out of the shelf she stood in front of. It was covered with emerald green silk, the parchment pages felt old beneath her finger tips, there was something about this book, it felt out of place, like it didn't belong into this library, but why?

Flipping it open on a various page, she immediately froze in her tracks. Wide eyed she starred down at a picture. It showed a couple of girls - probably third or fourth year's, they all wore slytherin green school robes and stood close to the entrance to the common room of her house. But it wasn't the location which made her stop in her tracks, nor the school uniforms.

"Who is there?" suddenly an old voice cut through the silence and the darkness around her. Snapping out of her shock-like state, she dropped the book and started to run, paying Filch wouldn't catch her. As much as she loved to sneak around covered by the darkness, she didn't needed detention.

Out of breath, but relived she made it into the Slytherin common room, before Filch could come even close to her.

As silent as possible, she went back into her dormitory and to bed, the picture she just stared at, not leaving her mind. She decided to search for the book the next day, but no matter how often she walked through the library, she couldn't manage to find the book again.

Saiph refused to go home over the Christmas vacation. The longer she stayed in Hogwarts the more she had the feeling she didn't knew the people she called her Family, she loved anymore.

Were those people really her family? There were moments when she thought so, but lately, she didn't believed they were her family. It all made sense. She never fit into the picture, and now she guessed, she knew why.

He watched her, leaving Hogwarts, together with Malfoy, and a couple other Slytherins. They had invited her and some other's to spend the holydays with Draco at Malfoy Manor. Of course, Saiph was happy to take this offer. Everything seemed to sound better to her, then spending the holydays with her family, as confused and disappointed as they were, they'd allowed Saiph to spent Christmas at Malfoy Manor. He wished they had denied their daughter's wish. He knew, once she came back she would know more about herself and her past. It was impossible that Narcissa wouldn't spill anything. And if she didn't someone else surly would.

The blondes eyes never left the black haired girl walking next to her son.

Lucius had been right, the girl with the dark eyes and the messy curls was Bella's daughter. Even if she would want to, her sister could never deny her. But Narcissa knew, Bellatrix never would deny her. The child she always wanted and still never had.

Smiling softly, the witch remembered the excitement in her sister's eyes, when she told her about the pregnancy. Bella had wanted her so much, and the day she finally had her, her world was pulled apart.

Narcissa had believed they had killed her niece, knowing what she could cause, so of course she couldn't believe Lucius when he had told her he had seen Bellatrix daughter, at the Hogwarts-Express. But now, watching the girl coming closer, she knew he was right and she knew what she had to do.

Bellatrix had a right for revenge, and she knew the young witch would be more than willing to help.

"Saiph, that's my mother Narcissa Malfoy, Mother, this is Saiph Matthews" Draco introduced his cousin to his mother. Smiling, Saiph bowed her head slightly "Mrs. Malfoy, thank you for the invitation" – "You are more than welcome, Miss Matthews" Narcissa replied slightly taken aback. Saiph might have looked like her mother, but it was her father who spoke out of her.

At Malfoy Manor, Narcissa gave Saiph the guestroom, her mother used to stay in, knowing she might would find something, which would help pushing her into the right directions.

With a sigh, the black haired plopped down onto the huge four poster bed. She hadn't slept much lately, nightmares caused her nights to become shorter and shorter, and nights spent in the library, searching for this certain book, didn't help either. She hoped, now away from Hogwarts, the library and the book she finally could allow herself to rest a bit, but again maybe Mrs. Malfoy knew something about her parents, after all she belonged to the pure blood society.