Hogwarts part one
“No, No, NO!” Alya’s screams echoed off her room in the basement but never traveled more than that, her father had long ago put a muffling charm on it. Finally, after hours of excruciating pain, it started to dull. Her father had left, but when the doorknob started moving she got scared and resorted to hiding in a dark corner in the hopes that he wouldn’t see her and leave, but instead of Lucius’ tall, cold, and cruel form she saw her loving, caring, and kind brother that would do anything for her.
“Come here Alya. I promise I won’t hurt you.” He even held up his hands to show that there was nothing in them and put extra emphasis on his point. But this was her brother, she already knew that he wouldn’t hurt her, he never had, not even when their father had tried to force him into it, and Draco had always been Daddy’s perfect little boy. “Shhh… It’s okay. You’re safe now.”
“I think you mean for now,” the small, petite girl replied, silent tears still streaking down the sides of her beautiful face.
“No I mean forever, it’s your eleventh birthday, and guess what that means?”
“Did my letter come?!” she asked, new excitement in her voice as her face lit up with happiness.
“It sure did, and your brothers did to. I made sure to get the post before father, because you and I both know he would have said no.”
“Oh thank you Draco! Have I ever told you how much I love you, cause right now it’s a lot.”
“I know, I know, brother of the year right here, but let’s get you fixed up and then we can go upstairs and open it.” Alya looked scared at the idea of going upstairs but Draco reassured her, “Don’t worry, father’s already gone to sleep.”
“Ok,” was all she said. So, as usual, Draco bandaged her wound and had Winky, one of their house elves, heal her as much as possible, so what used to be huge, deep gashes became nothing more than little cuts with no trace of scars, and most of the smaller cuts healed completely. “What would I do without you Draco?” she asked quietly to herself, but Draco heard.
“Probably die,” he said jokingly, they both knew that Lucius would never go that far, even if it seemed likely at times. “Hey Winky, could you get me a fehe basement but never traveled more than that, her father had long ago put a muffiling charm on it. Finally, after hours of excruciating pain, it started to dull. Her father had left, but when the doorknob started moving she got scared and resorted to hiding in a dark corner in the hopes that he wouldn’t see her and leave, but instead of Lucius’ tall, cold, and cruel form she saw her loving, caring, and kind brother that would do anything for her.
“Come here Alya. I promise I won’t hurt you.” He even w sandwiches, you know how we like them, thanks.” He said to the little house-elf as she disappeared. Then he turned into the living room, Alya following and staring in amazement at all of the books because she had only been in here a few times and each was just as amazing as the next. “Here you go Aly,” he said using his pet name for her as she grabbed the letter from his hands and tore it open.
“HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Miss Malfoy,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31. Yours sincerely,
Deputy Headmistress.” She read off the letter, then squealed in excitement, causing their mother, Narcissa to come into the living room. She had never disliked the girl, in fact just like Draco and her twin brother, Atlas, she hated what their father did to her, she used to protest all the time but eventually just settled with helping take care of her after.
“What’s going on in here?” she asked Draco, and then her eyes widened as she spotted Alya standing next to him, Hogwarts letter in hand, and not even trying to disguise her happiness. “I should have known, we’ll get your things tomorrow you two, okay?” They nodded. “Good, now Draco head up to your room, I want to talk to Alya for a minute.” Draco hesitated for a minute before heading up the mahogany staircase to his bedroom. She then turned on the middle Malfoy child. “Alya, oh my baby.” She said pulling her into a massive hug and never wanting to let go, but she had to. “Come on, I made you a room, Lucius can no longer harm you, I won’t let him.” She spoke with such determination that Alya was reminded why she didn’t want to be on her bad side, ever. “Here we are,” she said after coming to a room directly in between both of the boys rooms and opening the door to reveal the most beautiful room ever, there were multiple book shelves, some held books while others had random items scattered on them. Tucked away in a corner was her bed, a large bay window right next to it, covered in a white duvet cover, and plenty of pillows. Her bay window was also covered in pillows and looked like the perfect place to curl up and read a book. There was a desk by another, smaller window, that seemed to be for doing homework or writing letters to friends. There was also a soft mewing coming from another corner of the room. As she approached it she saw the cause which was a pair of kittens that were absolutely perfect. One was a light cream color, and the other was grey with darker colored slashes of fur across it’s back.
She turned back to her mother “Thank you!” She exclaimed, but not loud enough to wake their father.
“Their a mated pair so one day they might have kittens, but for now they are kittens. I’m so glad you like the room, I wasn’t sure you would. We can drop Draco and Atlas here tomorrow and then go clothes shopping tomorrow if you would like.” Cissa said, gesturing to a closet that Alya hadn’t even noticed yet. She walked over and opened it, there were already a few things in their but there was still definitely space for many more outfits, pieces of jewelry, and pairs of shoes. Alya turned and walked to her mother and embraced her in a hug.
“I don’t like it, I love it.” She said, tears of joy ******** in her eyes, “And I would love to go shopping tomorrow. Thank you.” She said again, now in tears, not of fright and pain like earlier, but of joy, awe, and love. That night she had trouble falling asleep, she just couldn’t stop staring at her room around her. It all seemed very surreal, like if she went to sleep, she would wake up back in the dark, horrible basement instead of her beautiful new room.
Alya figured that she eventually fell asleep because the next morning she woke up in her comfortable bed to the sound of yelling from downstairs and heavy footsteps headed in the direction of her room, followed by three rushed, lighter pairs of footsteps.
“No, I forbid you to go in their Lucius Malfoy. If you do so help me, I will get you sent to Azkaban!” Narcissa shouted at her husband from outside the door. She sounded furious, anyone who dared to mess with her right now would probably have to be classified as insane, or dead, she did sound really angry, and one never knows what she would be willing to do.
“Now Cissa, you wouldn’t do that would you,” Lucius tried to reason with her. But it didn’t work.
“Oh I would,” she was starting to sound crazy at this point. “Now I’m going to take the three of them, yes you heard me right, three of them.” she said putting extra emphasis on the word three. “I’m going to take them out shopping and Alya is STAYING in that room, it’s hers now and you are never, NEVER, putting her back in tha- that horrible basement I will not sit by idly anymore and let you torture our child, your baby girl, just because she is a metamorphmagus.” Uh-oh, it was as if a nuclear bomb off, Lucius stepped to the side and let Cissa through and she found her only daughter staring at the door in shock, Narcissa had just completely lost control and had probably scarred Lucius for life. “Now come in here and apologize,” Their mum’s voice was dangerously calm as she hugged Alya and said good morning.
Lucius slowly made his way into the room, approaching as a predator would its prey and then what he did next shocked them all, he enveloped Alya in a hug. A warm, protective, loving hug. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, tears rolling down his face and onto her shoulder, but Alya didn’t care. “I’m so so sorry, and I understand that you’ll probably never forgive me, but I now see the error in what I was doing. Let’s go downstairs and get some breakfast, ok, and then I’ll personally take you to get a broom and teach you how to fly, with the help of your brothers of course, and you can have anything else you want, ok…” Lucius rambled on.
“Dad, stop, I don’t forgive you yet, but thank you for the apology, I might be able to forgive you in time, but not now, ok?” Her father nodded. “Good, now, where were we, ah yes, BREAKFAST!” Alya screamed before running down to the stairs to the dining room only to find that there were two people already seated at the long table. On was tall, wearing all black robes, and had greasy black hair that fell to his shoulders. The other was wearing a pointed witches hat and emerald green robes, she had once brown hair that was now grey. Both looked startled by her suddenly bursting in, but then again, she wasn’t expecting guests. Neither was her father from the look on his face as he entered the room, Narcissa behind him. The boys had already arrived.
“Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape,” Lucius said curtly, suddenly all serious, the smile wiped from his face. “What can I do for you on this fine day?” McGonagall looked very uncomfortable at the current situation, but Snape seemed right at home.
“Well, we came to…” McGonagall started but trailed off.
“We came to see if a mistake had occurred as neither of us had heard that you had a daughter but Dumbledore seemed very persistent that it was true so Minerva wanted to make sure, also, as I understand it you haven’t said whether or not your children would be attending this term. I simply came to accompany her and see my god children.” Snape said, so this was their infamous godfather, Draco had told her about him a few times.
“Well as you can see I’m definitely an actual person, my name’s Alya, nice to meet you.” She had recovered from the shock first.
“Be nice Alya.” Her father scolded “And yes they will all be attending this year. If that’s all, we had a family day planned. You may stay if you wish Severus, but I highly doubt you’d want to.”
The pieces fell into place as to who Severus was and she couldn’t help but to blurt out. “Wait Severus as in the potions master at Hogwarts, I love potions.” And it was true, Alya had, had a passion for potions since she was young and she considered herself pretty good as well. “Can I maybe help you out when I have extra time at Hogwarts?” Her eyes were literally shining with adoration for the professor and he couldn’t say no.
“Sure…” He sounded slightly unsure but Alya was happy nonetheless.
“Oh, thank you!” She said running up to the professor and throwing her arms around him. It was his turn to look uncomfortable as McGonagall seemed to be struggling to hide a smile, as was the whole Malfoy family, as Snape glared at them all. When she pulled away Snape’s eyes softened again as he looked at her, this little girl reminded him much of Lily, even though they weren’t even related.
“Well we should be going, and I look forward to teaching you both,” McGonagall said, “You to Draco, just make sure to work on focusing a little more.” She then gave the siblings one of her rare smiles as she walked over to the fireplace and disappeared into the floo network, probably back to Hogwarts.