Prologue

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The sound of heels clacking on the front porch of Malfoy Manor was an unusual sound, given that the Malfoy's had just about disappeared from society almost fourteen years ago, when their first and only son was born.

The visitor was a young woman, with golden blonde hair and pale blue eyes. She was dressed in a thick cloak that reached almost to her ankles, even though the night air was still warm. The lady made her way up the elegant front porch and delicately reached up, to knock on the door.

Once.

Twice.

And a third time.

Then the door opened. A tall man, with receding hair stood in the doorway.

"What do you want?" He asked sharply, his voice hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken in days.

"I'm here to help you sort through my sisters belongings," the lady answered. Her eyes were red and puffy, as though she had been crying for a long time.

"I didn't know Astoria had a sister." Draco Malfoy responded.

"I couldn't make it to the wedding," she replied simply. The woman stepped indoors and surveyed the room. "I'll start in her bedroom." She started towards the stairs, and Draco made no effort to stop her. He didn't want to sort through his dead wife's things anymore than his son did, so he was glad that her sister was willing.

"I didn't get your name," Draco called towards the lady's back.

"Legisa," she said, still walking toward the stairs. The Malfoys had an unusually large front hall.

"Excuse me?"

"Its a Slovenian name. Surely you noticed the difference in accent." 

Draco took note of this. His wife had indeed been Slovenian, so it made sense that her sister would be as well. "And your surname?"

"Just call me Gisa." She smiled and turned back to the stairs. Gisa walked up the stairs, passing Astoria's bedroom. She continued all the way up to the top of the house, a place where nobody had been in a long time.

The attic was a dark place. Her heels left marks in the dust as she moved across the room. She walked to the back, and pulled a sheet off of a dark object. Her lips stretched into a thin smile as she looked at one of the most infamous vanishing cabinets in history.

The one that went directly to Hogwarts.

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