"No! Mother!" Catastrophe screamed as a brilliant green light shot out of her father's wand and illuminated the whole room. She knelt beside her mother and when Lucius apparated, she slipped her mother's beautiful wand with the rarest gem of all; a muggle gem, a diamond, into a pocket on her robe.

She cried there, out of anguish, sadness, and fear, and hatred toward her father, Lucius Malfoy, Voldemort's right hand man. Sadly, she left, bumping into Dobby who offered her a handkerchief and left obediently when she said to get Draco.

Catastrophe was crying again now. She buried her face in her brother's chest and sobbed. Draco sat there, thinking of what his sister had told him. "Draco… If I wasn't born… If I had died at birth, nothing would've happened… So why was I born?"

"Never say that." He growled at her, hugging her tightly. "Never say that."

"But it's true." She said, and looked up to his silver eyes with her blurry violet one. "If I hadn't been born, a girl, then mother would still be alive, wouldn't she?"

"Oh, Catastroph, don't think about that. Remember, I'll take care of you. Ok?"

"Ok."

"Ohh, isn't this sweet. My children crying." They heard a sneer.

Draco whipped around. "Father."

Catastrophe screamed. "Not father. A murderer! A death eater! You killed mum, you killed those poor muggle family! They were defenseless! You're. A. Coward." She said, her eyes narrowing. "Pick on someone your own size, buddy."

Lucius and Draco looked amused. And then, Lucius stepped menacingly forward. Draco shielded her from his father; he would die trying to save her.

"Yes, my dear. If you hadn't been born, a girl, then your mother would still be alive." Lucius said, managing to hit Catastrophe's hurting spot.

Catastrophe chocked back a sob. Draco growled and took out his wand the same time Lucius took out his. "Like father, like son. Draco."

"No! Draco is nothing like you! Nothing!" Catastrophe yelled.

Draco took in a breath to say a curse, but his father beat him to it. "Crucio! "

Draco dropped her as the first rack of pain hit him. He gasped, moaned, and yelled in pain.

"Draco!" Catastrophe yelled. Then she gasped as she was hoisted by strong arms which belonged to her father. Then she flailed her arms, but it couldn't break her father's strong grip. She grabbed her mother's wand, took it out of her robe, and pointed to Lucius. He was too stunned. Catastrophe, however, used this moment. She had to stop the pain from the Crucio curse, and she racked her brain for the spell that Draco had taught her. Yes, she remembered. She screamed, "Finite Incantatem!" Draco's pained screams subsided to moans and whimpers. She continued. "You pick on my brother? Take this! Expelliarmus! " She yelled. Her father's wand flew into her hand. And then, "I hope you like anti gravity. Levicorpus!"

Her father was upside down on the ceiling, his ankle held by a strong magical string. She smirked the Malfoy signature smirk. And then, she rushed to her brother.

"Oh, Draco! Are you all right?" she gasped.

Draco moaned and sat up. He immediately put his hands on his nose. "Ouch!"

"Draco, you have a broken nose!"

"Ouch."

She sighed. "Episkey!"

Draco touched his nose. "Wow, where- where is the Death Eater?" he said, his voice wary.

"Oh, over there. On the ceiling." She smirked. "Thanks for teaching the spells."

And her happy blue eyes were gone and replaced with her melancholy violet ones.

"Draco, I'm a failure. I can't go to Hogwarts; I just can't!"

"No. You're going to Hogwarts with me." He said firmly.

"But…" her lower lip trembled, "What if… I get separated into a different house?"

"We'll worry about that later. Let's try and go to sleep. We go to Hogwarts tomorrow." Draco said, placing his sister's head on his chest. Sleep. Accio blanket!" He grabbed a fleece blanket and put it on her.

"I'm sixth year, brother. Not first. Please."

"All right, you got me." He chuckled.

"Draco?"

"Hmm?"

"You're Head Boy."

"What? That's good!"

"No, I don't think so…"

"Why not?"

"Because…" she smirked, "Hermione Granger is head Girl."

"Oh God… That's bad."

"Drake?"

"Yes?"

"And if that snot Pansy Parkinson keeps on bothering you, don't be surprised if I punch her, ok?"

"Good. Thanks."

"Night, Draco…" she mumbled into his chest.

"Sweet dreams, Cat, sweet dreams." He said in her fragrant red streaked hair.