A/N: Oh goodness, i'm sorry guys! This story was on hiatus for a while whilst I got back into the pattern of school, but here's an update that I hope you'll all enjoy (sorry for the wait!)

Disclaimer: If Harry Potter was mine, Belinda would exist and Dramione would be canon. That is all.

"Belinda, what-"

"You were never like this when we were little! Believing mudbloods had a place in the world, believing that they deserved to even come near you. You were so confident, such a hope for our proud family and now look at you, crying because some mudblood bitch turned against you. She is filth, she does not deserve your tears, father would be ashamed to see you now!" She shrieked, before realising what she had said and clapping a hand to cover her own mouth. She'd screwed up and now they would surely know she was not this Belinda person.

"Ella?"

ooo

"Elladora?" Draco repeated when the raven-haired girl did not respond but instead cast her shameful gaze downwards and tapped her heels together. She couldn't believe she'd let her anger best her, father had taught her that a woman was not to loose her temper at a pureblood male who by gender right was better than her. All others she was above in ranking, but not a pureblood male. It was not her place to speak up unless it was of great importance.

Something didn't add up to her though. How did Draco still know who she was? Her mother had erased his memories after locking her away so it simply made no sense at all that he knew who she was now. She slowly lifted her gaze and just as she opened her mouth to respond she felt Red bristle and the one who had opened the door was staring at Draco as if he was now the insane one, not her.

"Belinda, actually, or have you forgotten her name?" Red snapped.

"Shut up, Ginny." Draco retorted, his gaze never leaving hers. "Elladora Alcyone Malfoy what in Merlin's name are you doing in Belinda's body? How in the hell did you manage that you brilliant, idiotic girl?" He shook his head, though there was bursting relief in his eyes, like she was his saviour. He looked at her like she was an object to admire and worship and she merely found it irritating. She did not understand that having his sister back in his grasp was his reason to continue living when he didn't have Hermione.

"Stop looking at me like i'm bloody Harry Potter," said Elladora with exasperation clear in her tone, the idea of keeping her identity forgotten. Soon though, a giddy smile spread across her face and she launched herself into his arms, his immediately enveloping her frame as she buried her face in her brother's chest. It was so good to feel warm and safe again, like all those times he and mother had comforted her following the torture sessions from her father as he put her in her place, below men. Did she really believe that though? She could remember her mothers words as well as Fred's echoing in her ears but it was so hard to choose whether to believe her father or them.

"How can you remember me? Mother said-"

"I found the locket not long ago, dropped it and all these memories just came flying into my head from it as it broke open on the floor. Mother doesn't know, she still wears the blasted thing every day. I've been looking everywhere for you and I tried to find you but..." He stared down at her like she was the holy grail again and the two of them ignored the horrified looks from Weasley's who had now begun to fill the room.

"I missed you, I was so lonely in the god awful tower!" She howled suddenly, clutching him tighter and dropping her face against his chest once more as he rubbed her back soothingly.

"Excuse us for breaking up the moment," a masculine voice said. "But what is going on here?" Elladora lifted her gaze to stare straight into the emerald eyes of Harry Potter.

Remembering she was in company and she should act the way she had been raised, she pulled away from Draco and became stiff, holding her head high as she regarded the room with barely-concealed contempt. Her surroundings did little to put her at ease, instead making her feel unsafe with how rickety the building appeared. "Apologies for my rudeness," she decided to adress Harry considering he was the one who had posed the question. "My name is Elladora Malfoy, i'm Draco's sister. Pleasure to meet you, Harry Potter, if I might be so bold as to presume that is your name?" She smiled sweetly and stuck her hand out, holding herself in a way that Belinda would not.

"Has she gone insane?" Someone spoke up from the sea of red heads as Harry hesitantly took her hand and shook it lightly before dropping it like she might poison him.

"Certainly not, and it is quite rude to speak about someone when they are in the same room as you," Elladora turned away from the red heads and stalked over to Draco. "Who are these people?" She hissed. Draco cocked a brow at her, knowing she'd know the name once he mentioned it.

"The Weasley's..."

"As in Arthur Weasley, the Weasley's?"

"Yeah..." Draco looked hesitant about her reaction to this and she pursed her lips, tears welling up in her eyes.

"You!" She suddenly exclaimed, turning and pointing her finger at the red head who had opened the door. No wonder he was so familiar, every feature save for his slightly smaller stature, the tiniest hook of his nose and his flaming red hair was the same as the one who had kept her company, Fred. She looked visibly sick as she realised that she had spent most of her time with a Weasley, though she was curious as to why his hair had not been red as most Weasley's were described.

"You're George, F-F-" She paused. "Fred's twin, yes?" He nodded in confusion and then she turned to point at Red.

"And you! You're Ginny Weasley?" Red nodded.

"Ella, where are you going with this? How do you know their names, father never told us?" He frowned at his sister whose eyes were widening with the shock of it all.

"Fred was the one who kept me company when I was locked away. He never told me he was a Weasley." She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, beginning to pace as she tried to clear her head.

"How could you NOT have realised he was a Weasley?" Draco raised his brows at his younger sister who glared at him in return.

"His hair wasn't red, mother must have changed it ob-" She was cut off by a very startled, irritated voice.

"Does ANYONE actually feel like explaining what the hell is going on here?"

"Ella, sweetheart?" Her mother's soft voice interrupted the blonde's reading and she immediately looked up, hard eyes staring into her mother's own. Narcissa visibly winced at the gaze and immediately reprimanded her for staring at her in such a manner, but she got no response from the woman who sighed and decided to get to it. With a wave of her wand, a boy appeared who looked to be two years older than her and incredibly confused as to what the hell was going on. Little did Elladora know, he had been placed under the 'imperio' spell in order to make sure he did not run away nor protest about being in the tower.

Her eyes roved over his figure. Built from Quidditch, though she didn't know that, rather tall, warm features, a cheeky glint in his eyes that startled her - even locked away in a tower he looked like he was up to something. His eyes themselves were an electric, sparkling blue, the kind that was swirled within her grey depths. He had a dusting of freckles over his cheeks, and chestnut brown hair atop his head. He was an interesting specimen and she found him especially fascinating as the only person she'd seen for the past year was her mother. It was nice to see another human and his company already made her feel warm inside, safe and secure in the knowledge that the world had not ended and she was stuck alone with her mother.

"This young man will come to visit you as often as he can to keep you company, between the hours of four and six when possible. I don't want you to be constantly surrounded by elves, it will not do for your mental health to talk to them. This is my daughter, Elladora, as I have mentioned before. I will return you to Hogwarts at six. Enjoy yourselves." Narcissa vanished with a crack, leaving the brown-haired boy behind.

Silence followed Narcissa's absence and after a moment of staring at the boy, Elladora decided she simply couldn't care less who he was and nestled back into the pillows on her bed, lifting her book to read once more. The silence was broken only by the floor creaking as he shifted his weight from foot to foot and the crinkle of pages as Elladora turned them. It was nearly suffocating, as they both wished to talk but neither really felt like saying something to the other until finally, the boy snatched the book out of her hands and slammed it shut - after sliding the bookmark in place, of course, he was polite after all.

"That was rude." Elladora commented, though there was no venom in her tone as he would've expected from a Malfoy. No snarkiness or even that drawl that one would be accustomed to from someone like her. She offered her hand, waiting for him to return her book but she could see on his facial expression that he had no intention of doing so - if that cheeky glint growing in his eyes was anything to go by. She sighed in exasperation and shook her head distastefully, immediately sitting up and patting the bed for him to take a seat. He did so and stared at her for a moment, before a slight smile twitched the corner's of his lips upwards.

"You're rude," he responded, and she looked startled before frowning at him.

"What makes you think that?" She retorted, but there was still no malice in her tone. Only a slight hint of offence.

"You were reading when you have company, which is incredibly rude. Didn't your mother teach you any manners?" He tutted lightly and Elladora rolled her eyes, crossing one leg daintily over the other and folding her heads neatly in her lap.

"Of course she did, I am a respectable young lady and you are an annoying boy with messy hair. Now please, if you wouldn't mind, might I have my book back?" She asked, tilting her head at him slightly. He snorted with laughter and shook his head.

"No way, it's like you've got a stick up your arse or something. But then again, what would I expect, you ARE a Malfoy after all." He grinned as he saw her cheeks flush with anger.

"You say that like it's a bad thing! Malfoy's are a highly respected family in the wizarding community with the purest blood, you dare speak down to me?"

"I'm a pureblood," he retorted. "But what would it matter if I wasn't? Why should you having no muggle blood make you better?" He challenged.

"Because muggle blood is dirty!" She proclaimed indignantly, holding on to her father's beliefs even if her mother had told her that she should not be so degrading of the human kind. Even if she had pure blood, she had no right to be rude to those who had tainted blood. She frowned at him and crossed her arms, turning her head the other way so she could ignore him. What an insufferable prat, she thought to herself.

"OOooh, Malfoy's throwing a hissy fit," he taunted. She continued to ignore him and turned her body away now. "Oh i'm so offended, you've turned your body away from me. You're only ignoring me because you know i'm right," he was coaxing her, she knew it, but she couldn't help it.

"You are NOT right! How dare you come to my tower and tell me i'm wrong, that's just-"

"Where's the door?" He interrupted. She stared at him incredulously.

"Don't change the sub-"

"Where's the door?" He repeated.

"There isn't one."

"Why not?"

Elladora paused for a moment, letting out a frustrated sigh as she turned her body to face him once more instead of just glaring at him. She stood up and placed her hands on her hips, sneering at him whilst he merely snorted with laughter again. How rude! Did he not know how to act like a proper pureblood? Surely, he must be a blood traitor. How despicable, her mother giving her a blood traitor to keep her company. She'd rather talk to the house elves.

"Why would I tell you?"

"I'm only curious."

"Curiosity killed the cat."

After that, there was only silence for the next two hours until Narcissa returned with a pop and took a hold of the brown-haired boy's shoulder. "Wait!" She cried before they could vanish and leave her alone to her thoughts once more. Her mother stilled and he looked at her expectantly, a grin on his face as if he had expected this reaction from her. Prat, she grumbled to herself.

"What's your name?"

"Fred." He responded simply, before him and Narcissa both vanished and she was isolated once more.

"What a frustrating boy." She buried her head in her pillow.

ooo

"Attempt number 53," she grumbled to herself, glaring down at the cauldron. She had managed to convince her mother to let her practise brewing potions to pass the time, and following the death of Fred, her mother had seemed to be a little more lenient lately. She'd even let Elladora sit outside the tower the other day, though she'd been under heavy surveillance and her wand had to be left behind in the tower. It had been a kind gesture on her mother's behalf and Elladora had thanked her profusely - for both letting her outside and gathering ingredients so that Elladora could practise.

When Fred died, Elladora's world had crumbled around her.

She could still remember her mother telling her, as if it were just yesterday though it was nearly three years ago now. Her heart clenched painfully and she shut her eyes, remembering the feeling of his lips covering hers, his promise to return to her and set her free of the tower when the war was over, his hands travelling over the curves of her body, tangling themselves in her silvery locks as she gripped his shirt, needing him to be so much closer than he could ever be. She had loved him with every fibre of her being, and then? Then she had lost him to the cruel, twisted hands of fate.

It was as if she hadn't suffered enough already. Locked away in a tower for all of these years, missing out on opportunities to have friends and to attend a school that she had always desired to go to, losing her brother whom she had loved dearly, no no! Her eyes snapped open, filled with rage as her grip on the spoon tightened and she turned it clockwise once more. She carefully tossed the moth wings into the cauldron, stirring four time anti-clockwise. No, she hadn't suffered enough already. The world had to take Fred away from her, and she wasn't sure how to go on without her.

"You'll get out of this tower one day, Ells, just you wait. And we'll be happy together, I promise," she snarled to herself, reciting his words that she would never, could never forget. Though he couldn't hold up his end of the deal, she could. She would get out of this tower for him and live the life he had always wanted her to live. She stared down resolutely at the potion and noticed that it was beginning to change into a golden colour.

"Two drops of buboter puss," she tapped the bottle and they fell in. She knew that she was missing one ingredient, essence of loss, but she had no way to obtain it and she couldn't ask her mother to collect it - it was an incredibly rare ingredient. Her mother would be curious at to what potion would need that, and would be furious if she discovered that Elladora was making an attempt to break free of the tower and put herself at risk - though really, it was all quite ridiculous. If her mother would just trust her, she was sure she'd be fine.

"I have to do this, I have to finish it. A sprinkling of fire ash, a drop of blood, three turns clockwise, but what ELSE? Low flame to simmer it, then high flame after the clockwise turns, that will replicate the apparation effect without triggering the wards, but how to make it WORK? Fred, i'm sorry! I can't do it! I need you here with me!" She looked upwards, tears welling in her eyes. She had to do this, she'd promised him she'd get out of here one day. She promised.

He was dead and gone, but she could still live - live the life they'd both wanted. She knew she would never achieve true happiness without her first - and she liked to think only - love, but she could be happy damnit. She didn't have to live the rest of her life, hiding away in a tower. She didn't want that to happen. Immediately after the war, her mother had said she would have to wait a while until she was set free, because the threat of death eaters still loomed on the horizon. Five, maybe six years, her mother had said. But Elladora didn't want to lose another second of her life when it was already so precious to her.

A single tear slid down her cheek and dropped into the cauldron, but Elladora barely noticed as she looked longingly out the window. "I just want to hold you again, tell you I love you once more, hear you say it back. I just want you to be mine," sobbed Elladora as more tears fell, thick and fast into the cauldron, and it wasn't until a heavenly scent touched her nose that she realised the potion inside of the cauldron had turned a deep blue. Could it be? Could her tears replicate the essence of loss?

Her heart soared, the sorrow gone as she immediately beamed. She might be able to get out of here! She could escape! Quickly, Elladora scooped a mouthful of the potion into her goblet and tossed it down her throat, shuddering at the salty taste. Immediately, the world swayed and Elladora collapsed onto the hard, cold floor.

"-and that's basically all I have to tell you. As for the whereabouts of... what's her name again?" Elladora's eyes moved to Draco who didn't look surprised at all by his sister's own intelligence, he rather looked a little bored actually. Which she found insulting but decided not to comment on.

"Belinda." He supplied, reclining lazily in his chair.

"Yes. I would presume that Belinda is locked away in my tower, and as I didn't really think about what would happen if the potion worked-" Draco snorted and she shot him a glare. "As I was saying, I have no clue how to return myself back into my own body and frankly I don't want to go back there if i'm still in the tower." She finished swiftly, extending a hand in front of her to admire her fingernails. To her horror, they were chipped and messy, nothing at all like her perfect ones and she quickly lowered her hand in shame.

"Brilliant," George groaned. "Lin is locked up in some fucking tower only Circe knows where and it's YOUR fault. The least you could do is try to help us-" He started but was cut off by an angry Draco.

"Did she ever say she wasn't going to help us find Belinda?" He was met with silence. "No. She did not. She probably will, if you ask her nicely, and she just told you everything she knows willingly, which she didn't have to do but she did anyways, so the least you could do is treat my sister who had been locked away in a tower for years with a little bit of respect. She is a person after all and you have no right to snap at her when she didn't even think it would work." Draco snarled. Placatingly, Elladora laid her hand over his and gave it a slight squeeze before withdrawing it once more and fixing George with a stony glare.

"Fred always wanted me to meet you, said you were fun. Apparently not." She sneered at him and George's eyes narrowed as rage filled them with the mention of his deceased twin's name.

"Don't you dare-"

"Oh shut it, George." Ginny cut across, exasperated. "We get it, don't you dare this and don't you dare that because Fred didn't mean something to anyone other than you. We get it, now shut up and leave Be- Elladora alone. I'm sure she's exhausted, would you like me to take you to my room so you can get some rest?" Ginny offered. In response, a genuine smile crept up on Elladora's face before she nodded like the prim and proper woman she was.

"That would be lovely, thank you."

Dreamily, the silvery-blonde haired girl stared up at the night sky through a window that was barred. Why was it barred, she wondered curiously? With a shake of her head, she cast away such trivial thoughts and continued to admire the moon up above. It's glow was warm and inviting, and she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to dance under the moon's gaze. She slowly lifted herself up, staring around the unfamiliar room once more. Why was she here? She couldn't remember, though to be honest, she couldn't remember anything at all.

"What's my name?" She inquired of the room, though as she had expected it gave no answer.

How curious that she had woken up in an unfamiliar place with no recollection of who she was. It should've worried her, but the calming draught that the pretty blonde lady had fed her managed to keep the girl from panicking. "What a lovely fire!" She cried suddenly, turning to look at the fire as it danced in the fireplace. She moved over to it and sat down in front of it, eagerly revelling in the warmth that the fire's glow brought. "How nice of the pretty blonde lady to make a fire for me."

There was only silence other than the crackling of the fire as the blonde nestled into the armchair. The silence was broken by a pop.

"Elladora?"

The girl raised her head to look at the pretty blonde woman and smiled warmly. "Is that my name?" She inquired, and was given a quick nod in response. "What a lovely name," she mumbled to herself, her brow furrowing. Something felt oddly wrong about the name, like it wasn't really hers at all. "Are you sure it's mine? I don't believe it is, I don't think it's my name. No, it is not. Elladora is not my name, I know it's not. My name was much more simple than that... Be-Be-" Her gaze hardened. She couldn't quite recall her name.

"What's your name?" She asked at the woman took a seat beside her in the opposing armchair.

"Narcissa, I am your mother. Stop being ridiculous, Elladora, of course that is your name. I gave it to you myself!" Narcissa frowned at her daughter disapprovingly. But the girl shook her head in response - no, that wasn't her name, and this woman wasn't her mother. Panic settled in, so fast that she toppled out of her chair and began to scramble backwards. The Belinda, who had been hidden away inside of her due to the calming draught, began to pipe up.

"Get away from me! You're crazy! You're not my mother and my name isn't Elladora!" She cried, standing and grabbed a book randomly to use as a weapon. Narcissa let out a world-weary sigh and waved a stick - which confused the blonde - at her, muttering some sort of spell that caused the blonde in question to fall to the ground, fast asleep.

A/N: The updates will steadily come less fast, but it shouldn't matter all that much because this story doesn't have too many chapters left! Expect the next update by at least March 9th, if any later than that you can all yell at me through PM and i'll try to get it done asap. Love you all, and thanks for reading! Please drop a review!

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