A/N 2015-03-21: Dear lord what is this.

Of course I don't update in like EVER! Oh well :) And thank-you T.E.D.S for the new character who belongs to you and reviewing :) Now on with the disclaimer!

Disclaimer: I do not own harry potter therefore the characters from that movie/book but I do own Avana.

ON WITH THE STORY! (and the huge candy cane I am currently eating)

"Miss Lestrange, may I talk to you?" asked Dumbledore in his kind voice. Avana nodded her head, her long black hair bouncing against her back. Although it was in a ponytail it was still longer than someone her age usually had their hair.

Together they walked down the hall in silence. It wasn't an awkward type of silence, it was a nice kind that made Avana wish the world sometimes went completely silent, even just for a moment.

"Excuse me, sir? What is the significance of walking to a dead end with a gargoyle?" asked Avana in confusion, as she furrowed her eyebrows and looked at the place in which they'd ended up. They could've gone anywhere in the castle, and yet they came here.

"Always look beyond what things seem to the naked eye, Miss Lestrange," Dumbledore said with a wink before he turned towards the doorway in which they stood in front. "Lemon Drops."

"Whoa…" Avana gasped as the gargoyle started to move, revealing a staircase. Avana had never seen this before, it was like magic! Well, mostly because it was magic. They were in Hogwarts after all, Hogwarts was a magical place.

"Come along." he said as they started to walk onto the stairs. The walls were gray stone, but not cold at like the Malfoy house, Avana noted. The grey stone here was warm, like there was a fire glow on them. Yet, the only fire was the torches and they didn't create much of a light. Most of the light came from the wand that the headmaster was holding in his hands.

Once they got to the office, Avana looked around and saw pictures of all the old headmasters. Some men and woman stared down at her, others were asleep in their frames, heads down and snoring silently.

"Now, I've heard that you were supposed to go and meet your mother," said Dumbledore as he looked over at Avana while sitting down in his large chair. He motioned for her to sit down across from him. "Lemon drop?" Avana shook her head. "Anyways, this trip has been postponed."

"Why?"

"Well, something has come up with your Aunt and Uncle, along with the prison. Miss Lestrange, your mother and father are under high security. You going and seeing them is dangerous, so this is bad for your uncle and aunt. They're trying everything in their power for you to see her though," Dumbledore said sympathetically. Avana nodded.

"Okay," Avana replied. Although her tone of voice didn't waver and she sounded indifferent, Dumbledore knew better. He could see it in her eyes, the sadness. "Is that all?"

"Yes,"

"Thank you, sir," she said and walked out till she got to the bottom of the gargoyle, where she ran down the halls, only slowing to a walk when going past others. This lasted until she got outside, where she sat down on the cold steps and placed her head in her hands for a second. She was trying to push back the emotions that were over taking her.

The date was November 16th. At the beginning of the year, on the plat form before she'd gotten on the train her Aunt and Uncle promised that they'd take her to see her mother. Yet, she hadn't met her yet. She was eight and never met her, who else at Hogwarts could say that? As always though, Avana knew it was the Malfoy way to not show this emotion. So, she quickly dissolved the tears that were fighting their way to the surface and sat up straight.

When her eyes focused in the light, she saw Professor Snape walking towards her. He was with a boy that looked about seventeen, and looked like her uncle Lucius. Avana was curious for a second, nobody had mentioned her having another cousin, and she ignored it though. He couldn't simply just look like it and not be related after all. That was common, correct?

"Hello, Cousin." said Draco as he sat beside her. He felt sorry for her sometimes, having never yet her parents. In a way it was unfair, he had both of his yet she had none of hers. He followed her line of sight when he saw she wasn't paying attention, and immediately understood why. There was a teenage boy, who somehow looked like his father. How did that even happen?

"Hello, Draco," she muttered. Usually, Draco had a policy to stay at least ten feet away from Avana at school, and was now standing about two. What is going on? Avana wondered as Snape walked up with the new boy a few steps behind. Avana stood up as a sign of respect. Having taken her hair out of its pony tail when she was in the hall, her hair now fell back in curls.

"Mr. Malfoy, Miss Lestrange, this is Filip Antkowiak," Snape said in his monotone drawl. "He has come here to Hogwarts all the way from Poland, show him to the headmasters office," Snape's gaze lazily went over to meet Avana's. "Now."

For an unknown reason, Filip glared at Draco. Avana decided that she'd have to break up the awkward and slightly violent feeling tension.

"I'm Avana," she said with a smile as she looked up at the man-boy. "I'll show you to the headmaster's office."

The two walked away from Draco and Snape, and once they were out of hearing range Filip spoke.

"Is he…" Filip nodded over to where Draco was standing, glaring as they walked away, "… related to Lucius Malfoy?" Avana glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes.

"Yes," I say and look up at him. Filip was unshaven, a shadow of stubble on his face. Avana briefly wondered why.

"Are you?" he asked. Avana wondered why this information meant so much. Maybe he was just creating polite small talk?

"Lucius Malfoy is my Uncle," Avana announced. "Not by blood though. His wife, Narcissa Malfoy formally Black, is his wife. I'm her sister Bellatrix Lestrange's daughter,"

"Mmm," He said. A look of concentration went onto his face, obviously he was thinking hard about something. Avana wasn't sure what though.

Once they got to the door of Dumbledore's office, Filip looked up and an annoyed look took over his face. "A gargoyle?"

"Lemon Drops," Avana said, ignore his questioning tone. The doors started to open to his amazement. "See you later," Avana concluded the conversation. Filip nodded and started up the stairs while Avana started leaving. Briefly she wondered if this walk was the start of a new friendship. Filip was much older than her, so Avana banished the thoughts. Why would he want to be her friend?

End of chapter :) Please tell me what you think with a review! And I am almost finished my candy cane, and it was like five or six inches tall and one inch wide! Oh boy I love candy tooooo much :)

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