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Chapter 1 : An Introduction
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There are probably a few facts you should know.
I'm the second child of Lily and James Potter.
My brother, Harry, is a year older than me.
Ginny Weasley is my best friend, and has been ever since I fell into her compartment on the train on our first day at Hogwarts. A fact that two of her brothers, Fred and George (twins), still tease me for. Only because I landed on Fred. It's not my fault, it's hard to balance on a train. Harry's best friend was Ginny's older brother Ron, and we'd both been pretty much adopted into the Weasley family, along with Hermione, who was Harry and Ron's other friend.
For some reason, Harry and I have been blessed with the best genes from our parents. We both have Dad's black hair, and Mum's green eyes. Harry's hair is messy like Dad's, but mine is long and wavy like Mum's. Thank Merlin I didn't end up ginger like her. We also both ended up in Gryffindor house at school.
Uncle Remus is going out with Uncle Sirius' favourite cousin's daughter, Tonks. They're not actually my uncles, they're Dad's best friends and they've been around since forever. Sirius is married to Mum's best friend, Fiona. They've only been married for a couple of years, despite being together forever. Fiona has very colourful language. Mum gave up telling her off for swearing in front of me and Harry. I think that's probably why they never had kids.
Anyway. It was the day before I was due to start my fifth year, and we were having a massive dinner out in the garden. Remus, Tonks, Sirius, Fiona, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Harry, Mum, Dad and I were present. Ginny was giving me the gossip about her family. Fred and George had opened a joke shop, and apparently it was brilliant. Bill had got engaged to some Veela he'd met at work (if any of the Weasleys could pull a Veela, it was definitely Bill). Ron had finally admitted to Hermione that he liked her and they were going out. Everyone's only known they've fancied each other since bloody second year. Percy was off being Percy in the Ministry of Magic, he'd got some ridiculously high and overpaid position under the Minister.
“Daisy-doo!” Sirius boomed, ruffling my hair. I hated it when he did that. I wasn't a kid anymore.
Fiona laughed next to him. “Give it up, Sirius. She's fifteen, do you want her to hate you?”
He turned to her. “But I have a present for her, she's only my favourite goddaughter!”
I rolled my eyes. “I'm your only goddaughter.”
He laughed then, and pulled a worn piece of parchment out of the pocket of his hoody (apparently an old joke present from Dad. Fiona had a matching one) and presented it to me with a slight bow.
“What's this rubbish?” I asked. Sirius pretended to wince, like I'd wounded him with my words.
Remus appeared behind me, his wand out. “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”
Ink spread across the pages. I realised it was a map of Hogwarts.
“Seriously, I've only been there four years, I don't think I'll get lost now,” I said to them.
“It's a magical map, you twit,” Fiona said. “Look.”
She was pointing at a dot pacing around. It was labelled as “Albus Dumbledore.”
Ginny gasped next to me.
Dad laughed at the look on our faces. “I gave Harry the Invisibility Cloak at the beginning of fifth year, seems only right you should have a Marauder artefact too.”
“Actually Dad,” I said, “Harry stole the Invisibility Cloak from your office after his second year.”
“Hey!” Harry protested. “That was you. And you have it in your trunk now.”
I rolled my eyes. So what if that was true? At least one of us had it, and I used it more often than him anyway. Usually to pinch food from the kitchens when I was PMSing.
Harry was actually a goody two shoes. He got made prefect last year, taking after Mum. And Quidditch Captain. I'm more like Dad. Landing in trouble more often than not. And usually bringing Ginny down with me.
Dad strolled around the table and ruffled my hair as well. Great.
“Anyway, we have some news,” Sirius grinned, taking Fiona's hand. I hoped this wasn't going to be like the time he serenaded her in Diagon Alley before popping the question two years ago. That was embarrassing. Dad had almost fallen over and broken his leg laughing.
All nine of us turned to look at them.
“We're having a baby!” Sirius announced proudly.
“Blimey!” Ron said loudly, as Dad and Remus jumped on Sirius and Mum hugged Fiona.
“But you're so old,” I said, and they both laughed.
“Thirty-six is not old, Daisy,” Sirius ruffled my hair again. Like it's not messy enough already.
“Besides, your grandparents were nearly fifty when they had me,” Dad said. I rolled my eyes again. You won't catch me having kids, ever. Too messy.
Later on in the evening, Ginny, Ron and Hermione Flooed back to the Burrow, and the adults stayed outside while Harry and I got ready for bed. By which I mean, I was cleaning my teeth when Harry banged on the bathroom door and shouted at me to hurry up. I left and went to my bedroom, and sat down at my dressing table. I brushed my long black hair until it was completely straight. I put the map in my trunk and pulled out the Invisibility Cloak, took it to Harry's room, and put it on his bed. I suppose it was rightfully his.
Platform 9 and ¾ was rammed. We caught up with the Weasley family at the end of the platform.
“Harry, Daisy, dears it's good to see you,” Mrs Weasley pulled us into a hug, while Mr Weasley shook hands with Dad. “Will the pair of you look after Ron and Ginny?”
“Mum,” Ginny protested. I knew full well she could look after herself, having been on the receiving end of her Bat Bogey Hexes often enough.
My attention was diverted by the twins.
“Not falling on me today, Daisy?” Fred asked loudly, while George smirked.
“Are you joking?” I asked. “I'd rather sit on Malfoy.”
The whistle sounded, and Mum grabbed me, and then Harry, in a hug.
“Write to us,” she insisted, as we hopped onto the train.
Once the train started moving, Harry and Hermione went to join the other prefects, leaving Ron, Ginny and I to find a compartment. It wasn't long before we found Neville Longbottom, in Ron and Harry's year, sitting in a compartment with Luna Lovegood, who was in mine and Ginny's year, but in Ravenclaw.
“Hello Ginny, hello Daisy,” she said vaguely, turning the pages of the Quibbler. I was surprised she'd even noticed that we were there.
Apparently her and Neville were some sort of item, but I couldn't see it. I couldn't ever see Luna paying attention to anything for longer than about five minutes, let alone a person. Poor Neville.
After a while, Harry and Hermione turned up, having done their prefect duties. It was a pretty uneventful train journey. We kicked the boys out of the compartment to get changed when the train started slowing down, eventually stopping in Hogsmeade station.
Hagrid's usual shout of “Firs' years, this way!” could be heard above all the racket. We gathered up our various pets (Harry and I shared Hedwig. UNBELIEVABLE. Our parents have more money than they know what to do with and we have to share a sodding owl) and headed towards the horseless carriages. Ron had a small owl, Pig, who he'd adopted after Harry had sent him a letter from Sirius' place and Hedwig was out hunting. She'd not been too pleased about that. Hermione had a grumpy looking orange cat, Crookshanks, and Ginny had this little purple ball of fluff on her shoulder.
“What the hell is that?” I asked her.
“Fred and George gave him to me, he's a Pygmy Puff,” she said, stroking it. “A miniature Puffskein,” she added, to clear up my confusion. He licked her hand as she stroked him affectionately. Well, whatever flies your broom.
We arrived at the castle and sat down at the Gryffindor table. Luna drifted off towards the Ravenclaw table. Malfoy was already there, looking glum.
“What's the matter with you?” Harry asked him.
“My Dad and Aunt Bellatrix kicked me out,” he muttered.
“Why?” I asked, even though it was none of my business.
“My Mum's a Black and my Dad's a Malfoy. Both those families have traditionally been sorted into Slytherin for years. But I ended up here, and you know what my Dad's like.”
I did know what he was like. He got into a fight with Mr Weasley in Diagon Alley a few years back, and accused him of being a muggle loving blood traitor.
Everyone was silent for a few minutes. No one seemed to know what to say. For the love of Merlin, I don't even understand why the Sorting Hat put Malfoy in Gryffindor, but it did.
He used to be a bit of a bully, and completely up himself. He was always fighting (as in literally duelling) with Ron and Harry. Then last year he just calmed down a bit, and they sort of became friendly.
“Ah well, mate,” Ron said, clapping him on the back. “The Blacks are all a bit loony anyway. Except Sirius, and Tonks. Oh, and my Dad.”
“You're related to the Blacks?” Malfoy asked him.
“All pure blood families are interrelated,” Hermione said. “It was in Nature's Nobility: A Wizarding Genealogy.”
“Inbreds,” I joked. “No wonder Sirius has a nasty temper.”
“Fiona's not much better,” Harry said.
“She'll be even worse now she's pregnant. That just makes me grateful that we're here, to be honest,” I grimaced.
“There's going to be another Black?” Malfoy asked.
“Well, a disowned Black,” Harry said. “And Tonks is going out with Remus.”
“Professor Lupin, you tit.”
We all looked up to where he was sat at the staff table. He nodded and smiled at us while carrying on his conversation with Professor Flitwick.
“And two other people we know are going out too,” I smirked, looking pointedly at Ron and Hermione.
“Finally,” Malfoy actually managed to smile then.
The first years were led in then, by McGonagall. I think I nodded off during the Sorting Hat's song. Harry poked me awake when Dumbledore got up to give us his welcome speech, and then the feast appeared on the table.
“Food!” Ron said, and stuffed so much of it in his mouth it looked like he hadn't eaten for a year.
“Remind me again what you see in him?” I asked Hermione.
“I have no idea,” she smiled.
He rolled his eyes.
“Er-my-nee, 'oo 'uv me 'eerly,” he said.
“Pardon?” she giggled. Hermione? Giggling? Bloody hell. I turned away so I wouldn't vomit all over my food, and saw the same revolted expression on Ginny's face that was on everyone else's in the vicinity.
When pudding appeared I fought Ron for the first bit of brownie. I had no idea how he had any more room for food but he did.
After dinner we all headed upstairs towards the common room. I was tired, but I couldn't quite get comfy in my bed. Everyone else was asleep so I crept down to the common room and curled up in my favourite chair by the fire.
“Can't sleep?” A voice asked from behind me. I jumped and Malfoy was there.
“No,” I answered. He sat down in the chair next to me.
“Me neither,” he said.
I looked at him. He looked rough. “Are you alright, Malfoy?”
He winced. “Please, call me Draco.”
“Sorry. But are you alright?”
He sighed. “Not really. My mother's trying to talk Dad and Aunt Bellatrix around but sometimes there's just no reasoning with them.”
“You know,” I began. “You and Harry are friends now. If you ever need anywhere to stay, we have about a million spare bedrooms. Mum and Dad won't mind.”
He laughed. “I was rather hoping that you and I were friends as well.”
I was surprised. “Well, yeah, I guess so. Either way, the offer's there.”
He smiled, a genuine smile. “Thanks.”
I yawned and stood up. “Goodnight, Draco,” I said.
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