Y/N Malfoy is Draco's adoptive sister and she is no ordinary witch - with a troubled past and powers she cannot control, she is going to Hogwarts to face her biggest fears. There aren't many things that would get you kicked out from your own family...
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Everyone was staring at you, bar the sleeping man.
You were so shocked the luggage you were holding fell onto the group with a quite thud, your eyes growing the size of galleons. Ron looked thunderstruck, and Hermione had her hands over her mouth, Harry just looked on waiting for some reaction from you.
Once the shock faded a little, Hermione took her hand away from her face.
"Okay Harry, swap seats with me."
Harry frowned at her "Why?"
"Y/N needs support." She concluded.
"She does have support." Harry argued defensively.
You looked up and stopped her, grabbing Harry's hand to not let him move, even though he didn't seem to have any intention to do so anyway.
"It's fine, Hermione, really. I'm okay."
Hermione leaned back dejected. She looked hurt that you sided with Harry, but you were a little too distracted to pay attention to it right now.
You couldn't Believe -or could you? Maybe you just didn't want to believe.
The more you thought about it, the more it made sense. Why the dates didn't match on the family tree, why Lucius didn't tell you about Black and kept all the newspaper away from your sight, why Narcissa was so paranoid and distracted, why both of them reacted so badly when you started looking into your family past, why Fudge was interested in your safety, why Winnie and Edmure look so scared when you asked about your dad and why Harry found it so difficult to tell you the truth...
Your mother was in one class with Sirius Black, it made so much more sense that he'd be the Black that fathered you.
It all lined up too perfectly.
"I don't understand." You finally said.
"I can't explain it," Harry replied gently "That's where they stopped talking."
"He wants me dead, because I'm friends with you?" You stumbled out.
"We don't know that, but he's likely to try and seek you out either way." Hermione reasoned.
You let out a shaky breath. This was overwhelming, your father wasn't some kind old man, he was a murderer who wanted one of the most important people in your life, and also possibly you, dead.
After a few seconds Ron coughed awkwardly.
"So, Black is after you Harry?"
Harry nodded.
"You'll have to be really, really careful. don't go looking for trouble, Harry..." Hermione said concerned.
"I don't go looking for trouble," said Harry, annoyed. "Trouble usually finds me."
"How thick would Harry have to be, to go looking for a nutter who wants to kill him?" Ron argued "No one knows how he got out of Azkaban. No one's ever done it before. And he was a top-security prisoner too."
