TriNymphs - Chapter Twenty-Four - Revelations (Disclaimer on my homepage)

Lyssa eventually told her sisters what Atlas had told her about their actual parents. Their mom was a nymph who had lived some where in England. Their dad was a wizard. Atlas hadn't bothered to learn much about him. She also told them that they had been at another foster home first before somehow ending up with the Malfoy's.

Alex had decided not to believe they were adopted when she had just heard about it through Eve. Now she had to admit that they just might not be Malfoy's. She resolved to write to Mr Malfoy and ask him about it. She didn't tell her sisters; Chelsea had never trusted Mr Malfoy and would just try to talk her out of it.

A few days later at supper she had a reply. Mr Malfoy claimed that they weren't adopted; he said it was absurd. Alex decided to believe him and put the whole thing out of her mind. She made a mental note to stick it in her sisters' faces next time she remembered. Alex was closer to the Malfoy's then either of her sisters were and she actually wanted to be one of them. Lyssa had decided not to try and stuff, what she believed was the truth, down Alex's throat. She made Chelsea do the same.

Fortunately, Alex eventually found a wonderful diversion to keep her mind off all that drama. One of them being that none of the sisters had talked to Draco in a while; therefore none of them had heard his impression of Harry Potter hanging off his broom at the last Quidditch match. Whenever Chelsea heard him at it she got cross. She said good on him for not falling off, but also said if she hadn't been distracted by him almost falling she would have caught the damn snitch.

The second distraction Alex found also had to do with Harry Potter. Potter and two other Gryffindors had been caught out of bed after hours, losing their house one hundred and fifty points in all. Alex was one of the many Slytherins that made a point of thanking him for helping them get closer to winning the house cup whenever she passed him in the halls. Lyssa always dragged Alex away whenever she was near her and Potter at the same time.

Lyssa said it was just a house cup and that it wasn't worth tormenting someone over. She was pretty disgusted with her fellow Gryffindors shunning the kid and thought that the Slytherins were being pretty immature. She even made an effort to talk to Potter in the common room when everyone else was ignoring him. She had meant to be nice, and thought he seemed like a nice kid, but she had never talked to him before nor did they have anything to talk about now. It was just... quiet. So she settled for telling off Slytherins for being mean to him.

A week later Draco came back from the detention he had shared with Potter and his friends. It was the middle of the night and he was hysterical. Something about a man wearing a cloak, drinking unicorn blood, and attacking him and this other kid he didn't deign important enough to name. But as hysterical as he was he refused to tell any of the teachers for some reason, and when asked about the other kid and how he/she was, Draco quickly changed the subject.

"Oh my god. Did you leave the kid there!" Chelsea screeched. If it hadn't been so late the whole of Slytherin house would have looked over to see who was yelling in the common room. As it was, there was only one other kid, and he was apparently a pretty deep sleeper.

At any rate, even if her sisters didn't exactly approve of Alex's newfound entertainment, Atlas was just happy she wasn't moping about anymore. She had already had to tell her off in several of their practice sessions for not paying attention. As Alex was the only one of the three that Atlas liked at all, she hadn't really appreciated her going all moppy. With Alex out of it like that, training had been torturous for Atlas. She generally walked around brooding and crabbily directing the triplets on what they were doing.

Except for Lyssa. She hadn't even managed to use her powers at will yet, which just frustrated Atlas. All she could do for the time being was test old wives tales that were supposed to make one able to unlock their stationary powers. To say the least, it was boring.

Yet another distraction presented itself in the form of a Quidditch match. Chelsea was getting increasing pissed off as the new seeker smirked at her in the halls. Surprisingly the new seeker wasn't the third year girl who had been so close to beating Chelsea in the tryouts. It was some seventh year boy who was friends with the captain. Slytherin bias in action. It didn't help matters that they won the next Quidditch match. Cocky little bastard.

He kept bragging. Oh, he didn't say anything to her. But Chelsea could tell. She really wanted to slap the stupid grin off his face. She almost did so once too when he was loudly retelling the story of his win in the common room, and making some comment about her loss being miserable. Too bad Chelsea was interrupted by Alex; she really would've liked to slap him. "See!" She said, waving a piece of paper in front of Chelsea's face. "We are Malfoy's!" Alex had finally gotten around to sticking the letter from Mr Malfoy in one of her sister faces. The letter was short and to the point.

Alex,

That's absurd.

-L. Malfoy

"Uh, yeah. Sure." Chelsea sighed. She had predicted Alex spending the next hour or so talking about it. 'I should really take up divination next year.' she thought wryly, a half hour later.

Meanwhile, as her sisters were in conversation down in the Slytherin common room (well, one was in conversation, the other had eventually fallen asleep, only to be smacked awake), Lyssa was escaping. Katie had taken it upon herself to educate Lyssa in all things Quidditch. She had escaped to peruse the grounds on the pretext of going to the library, claiming she had unfinished homework.

As she walked towards the lake, she realised there was someone already there. It was Erik Fae. Last September he had been kidnapped from Kings Cross station and held in a room underneath the lake. Lyssa had been kidnapped as well, but only for a day or two. In comparison to his term in the room under the lake, which spanned almost a year, it wasn't that bad. After they got out they had bonded a little, but then hadn't seen each other throughout the summer or so far the current year, which was over half done.

"What's up?" Lyssa asked, walking up next to him on the dock.

He jumped. Apparently he hadn't noticed her until she spoke. "Just nervous."

"How come? You seemed fine when we left for summer vacation." Lyssa automatically assumed it had something to do with last year considering where Erik had choosen as his brooding spot.

He rubbed his neck, "I thought I saw him. The guy from last year." he said the second sentence so quietly Lyssa wasn't sure she heard him right, even standing right beside him.

"What was that?" she asked.

Erik blinked. "Never mind." he turned on his heel and half ran back into the castle.

Despite what Erik thought he saw, for months nothing happened. The triplets were almost done their second year at Hogwarts, Draco and the Potter kid were almost done their first. All was more or less peaceful and normal. The Slytherins were cocky that they were apparently going to win the house cup; they were extremely far ahead after all, due to Potter and his friends.

Exams had started. Lyssa and Chelsea were studying like crazy. Even Alex studied a little, though considering she was with Holly she probably didn't take in much of the information anyways. It was the night before their potions exam. Chelsea and Alex weren't too worried. Snape gave them the standard Slytherin special treatment, even if he didn't like them as much as their brother.

All three sisters were asleep. Lessons with Atlas had been post-poned until further notice so they could concentrate on their exams. Which is why it confused them all when she had appeared in their rooms (In the middle of the night; So much for being well-rested before the exam) screeching for them to get up immediately.

A/N - Alright, so the reason they are being woken up in the middle of the night near the end of the year does have to do with the Philosophers Stone, and that whole deal in the third floor corridor. However, I promise you, it's nothing as asshol-ish or Mary Sue as them going and rushing in in the middle of Harry's boss fight and magically defeating Voldemort. Acctually, they never even see Fluffy. So just read it please. I promise I didn't steal Harry's boss fight.