A/N I am so so so so sorry about no updating for the last two weeks or so! I've had exams and I deeply apologise!
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'Miss Malfoy!'
Pyxis was walking back to the Gryffindor tower after a particularly exhausting History of Magic lesson trying to stay awake. She spun around to find Professor Longbottom jogging to catch up to her.

'The headmistress would like to see you. Her office is along this corridor and to the left until you meet a gargoyle. The password is 'Wulfric'. He nodded and descended the stairs, assumingly to go out into the grounds.

Pyxis carried along the corridor and turned left. She walked for what seemed like hours and could not find a single gargoyle. She passed a statue of a women and turned left again desperately trying to find the supposed gargoyle. She walked and walked until she came to a statue of another woman. Except, it was the same one! She had gone round in a circle. She tried turning right but as she turned the corner something caught her eye. She screamed and fell backwards onto her bottom.

'Dear me girl, no need to scream!'

'S-s-sorry.' Pyxis apologised as she climbed back onto her feet. She studied the figure before her. A large ghost with blank eyes and blood stained robes floated in front of her.

'Quite all right child, I do give people a fright when they first see me. What on earth are you doing wandering around up here?'

Pyxis tried to keep her eyes from staring at the blood stains.

'Um, well, I'm sort of trying to find the headmistresses office..' she trailed off.

'Oh well! Good gracious, follow me then, I'll take you there.'

Pyxis was extremely apprehensive about this, but followed him along the corridor, ghosts couldn't hurt her, they'd just pass right through her, wouldn't they?

'So I can assume by your attire that you're a Gryffindor?'

'Yes sir, I am.'

'Well then you're in Nick's house, I'm a Slytherin ghost myself.'
Pyxis didn't know what to say as they rounded another corner.

'Here we are.' Said the ghost. Pyxis saw a stone gargoyle that looked like a Griffin at the end of the corridor.

'umm, thank you sir.'

'Not at all' he waved off. 'Call me Baron. Good day young lady.'

He bowed and floated through the wall.
Pyxis stared at the Griffin. She was straining her brain trying to remember the password Professor Longbottom gave her.

'Walder?'
'Werewolf?'
'Wolfsbane?

She sighed. 'It definitely begins with a W.'

'W.. W.. WULFRIC!' she exclaimed.

The stone garygotle began to turn and reveal a step of steps leading upwards. She walked up the steps, suddenly feeling sick. With all the excitement of getting lost, she had completely forgotten to be nervous. What did Mcgonagall want?
She came to a stop at a large wooden door, she tapped her knuckles on it.

'Come in.' a stern voice called.

Pyxis swung open the door to reveal a large cirular room filled with shelves and shelves of books and walls filled with portraits of aged witches and wizards that were snoozing in their frames. She looked at the large ornate table in the centre of the room. Behind it, was sat a stern looking witch in green robes (the headmistress) and in front was sat someone she had least expected to see.

'Hello Pyxis.'

'Hello dad, what are you doing here?'

'Well you haven't written and I was concerned, then I heard of your aunt that-'

'Stop, I know what you're going to say so stop.'

'What do you think I'm going to say?'

'That I'm a Gryffindor and I'm a freak and a blood traitor.'

Pyxis was breathing heavily, desperately trying to keep the tear that had welled up from spilling on to her face.
Draco looked heartbroken. He got up and pulled Pyxis into a long, tight hug, which caused Pyxis' tears to fall down her face as she held her father. They broke apart. Draco stared into her eyes.

'You are not a freak. You are not a blood traitor. There is no such thing. You are a Gryffindor, and yes, there will be some fall out from that because of who our family are, but that doesn't mean that I would love you any less. You are my daughter, and my little star, and no matter what happens with the rest of the family, I will always be here to support you, I promise.'

Pyxis threw herself into her father's arms once more. She couldn't believe it. Her father didn't hate her, he supported her. Noone would ever know how much those words meant to her. She had been so scared, she had imagined losing them all.
Pyxis let go of her father and smiled widely as she wiped the tears from her face.

Professor Mcgonagall, who had been silent up until now, decided that this was the opportune moment to speak.

'I've recently had a visit from Teddy Lupin.'

'Lupin?' Draco questioned. 'As in the werew- I mean as in Remus Lupin's son?'

'Yes. He's informed me that he wants you to be on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Now, as it stands, first years aren't generally allowed to play for their teams, however, being that as it is, each case is considered individually, and Mr Lupin tells me that you're quite a natural flyer, and assures me that he will do his utmost to make sure you are safe on the Quidditch pitch. However, ultimately because you are a first year, I'm deferring the decision to your parents.'
'

Quidditch? But I've never seen you fly?' Draco looked down at Pyxis, bemused.

'Teddy says I'm good, and I love flying, I really do, it's like the best feeling in the world!' Pyxis chattered excitedly.

Draco could see the daydream look on Pyxis' face. She was clearly passionate about flying.

'Are you sure this is what you want? Quidditch can be rough and dangerous.'

'Yes I'm sure, I've never felt more at home than when I do on a broom!'

'Very well.' Draco turned to the headmistress. 'I give my permission for Pyxis to play.'

Pyxis beamed at her father. He swept her into another hug.

'And I'll be there I promise. I can't wait to see you play.' He whispered in her ear.

Nervous buytterflies twisted in her gut along with her excitement. He was coming to watch. He believed in her. She had to make him proud.