The Girl Who Lied | Draco Malfoy's Sister

Chapter 8

Alina Malfoy. Twin sister disaster. Enemy of Hogwarts. Flooder of abandoned toilets. She could see the headlines now. The very prospect made her head ache. How was it that trouble followed Alina wherever she went? This always seemed to happen.

Everywhere she went, she made a mess of things. It was one of the reasons she held a soft spot for Harry. She understood him. The one thing they had in common was bad luck. Yet, while Harry was the chosen one, Alina was the rejected one.

When Alina was little, she dreamed of going to Hogwarts, just as Draco and every other child around her did. She'd taken it for granted, gotten her owl, her robes, everything.

So when Alina didn't get that letter, she screamed for days. You could argue that she broke then, but maybe she was broken before if the castle rejected her. Her fits went on for a week. But when Draco got his letter, she fell silent. She held her anger, her sadness, her pain. She hid it deep within herself. And in some twisted way, it fueled her rage. She was pure-blood! A powerful witch from a powerful family. Hogwarts was her right- at least that's what she thought. This one rejection, this one failure; it made her question everything.

Lucius and Narcissa sent her to another school in Switzerland. They sent her off. As if they didn't care. As if Alina didn't matter. She told herself she didn't care, that it didn't matter to her. But it did. Deep inside, she had resentment for the family she'd once been so proud of. Young Alina brought a whole new meaning to brooding teen. Her hatred ran deep. She still had the pure-blood values her family instilled in her. But she hated some pure-bloods too. The weak ones. The hypocrites. The disloyal. And most of all, she hated herself.

What happens to a broken porcelain doll? She leaves a mess. And that is just what Alina did. In Switzerland, they called her Lina. It fit. For the first time in her life, Alina played the role of a completely different person. Lina was quiet. She barely ever talked to her classmates, spending most of her time in the library. She shut her mouth, instead sharpening her mind and her magic. However, she wasn't as skilled of an actress, then, and bit by bit, her cruelty seeped into her personality. When classmates wanted to use her for test answers, she gave them the wrong ones. It made her feel powerful, but it also made her a lot of enemies.

One particularly nasty boy tried to frame her and get her kicked out of the school. Alina was smart, though, seeing right through the trick. She not only fixed the headmaster's office, which the boy had magicked into chaos, but also transferred the prank spells onto the boy's dorm room.

Not quite the brightest, the boy thought he had made a mistake and transferred the spell onto his room by accident, so no one realized it was Alina. She repeated similar spells to others who tried to wrong her, and everyone at the school began to wonder who The Prankster was. When the boy who'd originally done the spell confessed, it was linked right back to Alina. One truth potion and she was kicked out.

Lucius was furious, Narcissa disappointed. It wasn't a good outcome for Alina. It was around that time that she slipped from her pedestal as golden child, only to be replaced by Draco. She was caged in at Malfoy manor for months. But her parents grew tired of having her around, sending her off to another school. This time, in France. Beauxbatons. It was good that Alina was already fluent in French.

In France, she was Ali. Sick of being in the background, Alina chose the opposite path. She made herself the center of attention, the center of everything. Popular, you could say. The girls at Beauxbatons hated her. She swept in with her fancy hair and pretty shoes, and they couldn't stand it. They put glass in her shoes and ants in her food, taking her down at every step. Alina fought back, hard. She wouldn't let them bully her into submission. Finally, she set their clothes on fire. Unfortunately, arson was frowned upon. And once again, Alina was kicked out. She did, however, leave quite the legacy. How could she not? After all, she did burn down half the school.

Everywhere she went, Alina carried hatred with her. And like a magnet, that hatred was bounced right back at her. One could call it bad karma. Or one could call it bad luck. But either way, Alina had a lot of it.

At Hogwarts, Alina was still playing the role of Ali in a way. She wanted attention, yes. But most of all, she wanted to fit in. And it was becoming more and more clear that she did not. Perhaps it is ironic that the girl who always tries to stand out wants to fit in, but in Alina's case, it was very much true. She wanted to spite her old classmates, show them what she was made of. Would she ever truly get what she wished for? Alina didn't know.

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Alina wiggled in her arena seat, uncomfortable. The seat was cold and she was anxious, hoping that this would be over soon and that one of her favorites would win. Around her, students cheered as Cedric Diggory walked in, only to face a menacing Swedish Short-Snout dragon. She stood, peering around the tall fifth year in front of her. There he was, hair ruffled by the wind, sweat beading his brow, looking exactly like the warrior hero everyone wanted.

She watched him jump around and crouch, shooting spells this way and that. The dragon was so close, so close. In a moment of genius, he transformed a rock into a dog, distracting the vicious dragon. Nearly at the egg, the dragon turned back to Cedric and a plume of fire erupted from its mouth. Alina was sure it had struck him, but Cedric didn't falter. He leaped up the rocks and then held up the golden egg. The crowd erupted.

Next was Fleur, followed by a fan-favorite Viktor Krum. And last emerged Harry Potter. He looked like a lost duckling, hair inelegantly messy, glasses askew. It was such a stark contrast to Cedric, who made it look effortless.

Before Harry, a Hungarian Horntail swung its tail menacingly. "Bloody Hell," thought Alina. She knew enough about dragons to know that this one was stronger than the other dragons, fiercer. "Please don't die," she begged silently as the dragon's massive red eyes swung towards Harry. Harry was smart, summoning his broomstick. He flew about, trying very hard not to get grilled alive. He made it out with barely a scratch, tying for a win with Krum. Alina did feel bad for his broomstick, though. It was now cracked and charred, having seen quite the ordeal.

Cedric came in second with Fleur third. It was a good outcome, Alina thought. Although, she had no idea how Harry had done it. She had doubted him. But maybe, just maybe, he'd surprise her.