Walking the Halls

Chapter One

"Draco, wake up," a voice says.

He rubs his eyes. He blinks a few times before seeing a girl about the age of eleven with black curly hair.

"Bellatrix?" He asks.

She scoffs. "I know we were fighting but calling me that is rude," she says.

He looks in the mirror. "I'm eleven?" he asks.

"Yes, Draco, you're eleven," she says.

"How did this happen?" he asks.

She shrugs. "I'm guessing you were born and survived eleven years. What is wrong with you?" she asks.

He shakes his head. "I was seventeen Harry Potter had just died and Voldemort aimed his wand at me next," he says.

She stares at him. "And I'm the minister of magic," she says.

He rubs his eyes. "Who are you?" he asks.

She turns me to look at her. She catches my eyes and stares into them. "You're serious?" she asks.

He nods.

"I'm Valara Lestrange your cousin but almost a sister since I grew up with you after my mother left me on your family's doorstep a night after you were born with only a blanket and name and ran off. She then got arrested," she says, "What happened to you?"

Draco shrugs. "I was seventeen in the middle of a great war and then I woke up at eleven before even going to Hogwarts the first time," he says. He seems crazy to even to himself.

She sits on his bed. "I believe you. I don't know why but I do," she says.

He sits beside her. "I always wanted a sibling. It was lonely growing up alone in the mansion," he says.

She nods. "I bet it would be. So, I didn't exist in this previous timeline or world?" she asks.

He shakes his head. "Not that I know of," he says.

She turns to him. "You can ask me anything so you can get adjusted to life here," she says.

He nods. "When are we going to go get our school supplies?" he asks.

"Tomorrow," she says.

He asks, "Did Harry Potter defeat the Dark Lord eleven years ago?"

She nods. "Some don't believe he's gone but yes," she says.

"Were mother and father Death Eaters?" he asks.

She nods. "They were, along with Bellatrix," she says.

"You said you're Lestrange?" he asks.

"Yes," she says.

"Why did you trust me so fast when I said I was a seventeen-year-old from a different life or world or timeline or whatever?"

She shrugs. "Your eyes are different and the way you speak to me is different too. The old Draco despised me, he would insult me and tell me to leave," she says.

"Oh," he says, "I despised you? Why?"

She shrugs again. "We never had a civilized conversation. You used to call the house elves to remove me before I got the chance to say anything. You would even get mad if fa-Lucius sent me up here to wake you," she says.

He nods. "You can call him father," he says, "It seems like he raised you."

"He did," she says, "He and Narcissa raised me and said on multiple occasions I could call them mother and father, but you used to get very upset if I did."