Narcissa's Daughter

Draco

Emily's POV

When I woke up, mother was still asleep next to me. Usually, she'd have been up by now, it was nine a'clock after all. I got up slowly trying not to wake her up and went to an old room. It was a room covered with green and black, snakes and dragons, and books and papers. It was a weird room. The floorboards were creaky and sometimes I could whispers coming from it. I looked at the bookshelf which had plenty of books. I'm sure mother wouldn't have minded if I looked at one. I turned to the front page reading aloud. "This book belongs to Draco Malfoy," I said. That's odd. I don't remember there being a Draco Malfoy. I decided it was a distant relative on my fathers side, and put the book away. I chose another and opened it to the first page. Same name. Again, I thought nothing of it and decided to choose a more recent book. One that came out about a year ago. I read the same name. "Who is Draco?!" I asked myself in frustration. We had a family tree in the drawing room, I wasn't aloud in there. I went to my mother and woke her up. "What time is it?" She asked slowly sitting up. "I don't know. But who is Draco Malfoy?" I asked. She looked at me quickly. "I-I don't know," she said. Usually when I asked who someone was she'd take a moment before answering. "Then why is his names in all the books in the old room?" I asked. "I don't know," she said again. "But stay out of there," she said. I could tell something was wrong, she never answered so quickly, and was never this strict. "Does it have something to do with dad?" I mumbled. "No!" This time she raised her voice. She'd never raised her voice at me before and it scared me. I ran upstairs quickly and shut my door. "Betsy?" I called. One of the house elf's appeared. "Who's Draco Malfoy?" I asked. "I have been told not to tell you anything about Master Malfoy or Master Lucius," she said politely. "I understand about my father, but why not Draco? What was his relation to me?" I asked. "I have been told to say nothing," she said sternly. "Ok then..." I sighed. "Thanks anyways," I picked a book from my bookshelf and began to read. It was book the muggles called The Wizard Of Oz. Though, it wasn't as it seemed. It looked like the witch just wanted power, similar to he-who-must-not-be-named, and used transfiguration. But the wizard was one of the muggle magic people, and knew nothing about real magic. I felt somewhat bad for the witch. I didn't blame her for wantgin to overthrow the wizard, after all, he probably was a Muggle magician. There was a soft knock on the door. "Go away!" I said. "Mistress Emily? I have brought supper," said the house elf. "Come in," I said tiredly. The house elf set the dinner on my bed stand and left. A few minutes later, there was another knock. "Who is it?" I asked, my head in my pillow. "Emily, please," my mother's soft voice came. "Go away," I muttered. "Emily, please unlock the door," she said, messing with the handle. "No!" I yelled. "Fine... bedtimes soon, get ready," he voice wasn't as soft though, it was more cold. "We have to go to knock turn alley and I don't plan on waiting tomorrow," she said. It sounded more like a threat. "Ok...." I said quietly. I listened through the door as her heels clicked farther away from my room. I felt as if the room was coated with ice, and had trouble falling asleep.