Never have I written a whole Harry Potter story, but I thought I'd have a crack at it. I hope I do this story justice. It's an amazing series, and I recommend both the stories and the movies. Srsly. JK Rowling is the epitome of badassery, and I bow to her writing skills. That is all.

This story takes place after the war

Evie POV

That afternoon, Binky had popped in, politely interrupting a fascinating anecdote told by an enthused, haughty Draco, something about hippogriffs and a broken arm, to inform me of a scheduled meeting with Lucius, in an hour, at quarter past 3. I was told, much to the disappointment of the two young men I was with, that I had to go alone, as we had personal things we needed to discuss; a fact that made me rather nervous, if I were being honest. My stomach clenched nervously, and I felt my skin prickle with anxiety, and I felt two intense stares flitter across my equally confused features.

"What do you think he wants?," Draco wondered, absentmindedly, to which I had no answer. I had no clue why he'd want to talk to me, however I assumed it was to do with something magical. It had to be.

Before we knew it, three in the afternoon reared its ugly head, and I detached myself from the boys, promising to find them as soon as I was done, and Binky led me up the many, many floors, and by the time we reached the top, I was out of breath, and my legs were throbbing. These shoes weren't the type of things I would wear on a regular basis, and I decided, from then on, that I would dress the way I wanted; this dress was beautiful and all, but I was getting sick of having to keep nudging it down as a particularly strong gust of wind tried to expose my underwear.

It was embarrassing to say the least, especially in front of Draco and Blaise.

Binky led me down the corridor, which felt almost deader and more cold than the others, no portraits decorated the walls, not even a torch to stave away the darkness, and the only light being a glass window, all the way on the end of the long hallway. We arrived at the fourth door down, and Binky knocked, thrice, courteously, and a muffled yet strong 'Come in,' was heard on the other side. She pulled open the door, and stepped only once inside, before announcing, "Binky has brought Missus, Master."

Lucius, who was facing down at something on his desk, scribbling away at some documents, gave a resigned 'Hmph' and Binky took this as a signal for her to leave. Nervously, I stepped inside, and closed the door behind me, only to stand in the doorway, not really knowing what to do, until Lucius said, "Have a seat, Evelyn."

I did, and he finished writing whatever he had to do, and regarded me, silently, yet his gaze was intrusively intense, and I squirmed in my seat, uncomfortably. He asked, "Have you been having a good time, Evelyn?"

I nodded, not quite able to answer, and he sighed, "Good," and stood up, straight and professionally, still regarding me coolly, "I am sure you're wondering why I asked you here, suddenly," and at my timid, second nod, he explained, "Well, I am going to assume that you have accepted your position at Hogwarts, correct?"

Nodding, again, he stated, "Good.. Sign this for me, I need to send it to the Headmistress, so that she knows, for sure, that you're coming."

He handed me a short written letter, the scrawl being scratchy and entirely regal and practically screamed Malfoy swagger, and a goose feather quill, and I scanned the surprisingly short letter, quickly. It stated:

Dear Minerva McGonagall,

Approximately one week ago, I alerted you to the possibility of a newly discovered witch in need of pupilage, and as my son attends Hogwarts, I have found this school to be the best place for her to apply. Below is her willingly placed signature, and I would hope that, even though she is already seventeen, you will accept her into your teachings.

As she is a new student, I would hope that you, and your staff, would be auspicious towards her learning. She will be experiencing an intense, month-long rearing to make sure she is up to the seventh-year standard to cultivate her magical ability.

There are a few notions in which we must address, in private. Due to my name, previous connections and notoriety, I cannot discuss them through an OWL.

Many thanks, and with regards,

Lucius Abraxas Malfoy

And beneath a dotted line that awaited my signature, and I glanced up at him, before asked, "Do I sign my given name, or my normal name?"

He shrugged, pursing his lips, fractionally, still regal in his aura, and asked, curiously, "Do you want people to know who, and what, you are?"

Shaking my head, I signed 'Evelyn Kendall'. feeling the magic intertwine and glow with each letter, and handed him back the parchment, before reclining back into the plush seat. He sat back behind his cherry wood desk, and said, absentmindedly, "Okay, we know you know next to nothing about our world, but if you are going to attend this school, and by default, represent our family, you will have to undergo severe, advanced training in magic. Are you still sure you wish to do this?"

I paused, then with sincerity in my tone, I replied, "Yes."

He smirked, before answering, "Okay.. It's exactly 4 weeks and 2 days until the Hogwarts year begins. That leaves us enough time to teach you the absolute basics, but you have to want it."

I interrupted, coolly, "I've got a good memory," hoping it didn't come across rudely or conceited.

He smirked, and sarcastically commented, "I'm sure you do, but this is different," and reclined in his archaic seat, "Your schedule will be as follows. Every morning, at 7am, you will report here, to me, and we shall begin you training. With me, you will do nothing but Charms and Defence Against the Dark Arts and I will help you with you Veela traits. With Cissy, you will learn proper etiquette of a Pure-Blood family, Herbology and Care for Magical Creatures. With Draco, it's Potions and flying, and Blaise, well.. He's all for your vampiric inheritance tuition. He's there to make sure you can control and curb your more.. Violent and aggressive tendencies."

I blanched, and he laughed, quietly, before admitting, apologetically, "These next few weeks will be horrible, and I'm sorry for that, but you need it. By default, you represent the Malfoy, Zabini, and a direct descendant of the Sol and the Totum family lines.. There is a lot of pressure on you to be perfect, and we're here to help with that. At the end of every week, you will partake in, I think you call it a pop quiz in America, on everything you've studied those past 7 days. Each time it will get more and more difficult, and your wand will become your best friend. It's almost four now, so we'll finish up in here, then we'll have lunch with the family, only to return, and begin your training."

Grimacing, deeply, he pressed a finger against my frown lines, and smiled, "Come on now, stop being so moody. Once this month is over, you'll be at school. Actual wizarding school, learning about our kind. Come on. Let's go eat, I'm hungry now."

He draped his cloak-clad arm over my shoulders, and led me downstairs, however, this time, now that I was safe in the knowledge of exactly what I will be doing, I felt lighter and.. I don't know, safer, I guess. I finally will be able to be the magical creature I was meant to be, and I was ecstatic, to say the least. These next four weeks will be Hell, but I guess it would be worth it to be able to say, wholeheartedly, that I was an appropriate witch.

Now, I guess, all I have to do is crack flying on those damned brooms, and maybe I'll be okay.