Sabrina Fawley despises her life. Her path was drawn in blood, pointing only to a dark mark embedded on her forearm and a ring on her finger, an heirloom of the Malfoys. She was bred and born to be a pawn in a much larger game of chess. But what if...
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THERE ARE LILACS AT THE EDGE OF THE MALFOY MANOR ESTATE. Flowers with four dainty petals, watercolor purple. The smell is strong, the memories tied to the plants are even stronger. During a particular day, at the start of term, eleven year old Sabrina covers her bedframe with lilacs, sprouting from the wood as if it is a tree. The lake window bares little sunlight, but that's no matter, because Sabrina is magic, ergo the lilacs are magic as well. At first the smell made her yearn for the manor, with its large halls and Narcissa and plenty of little jewelry bits passed down from generation to generation for a little girl to count for eternity. But, as time passes, the smell makes Hogwarts even more of a home.
The first year that Sabrina spends in the school could be deemed as rather eventful, though it has barely begun. Draco Malfoy, her best friend since birth and betrothed since before it, has become a school bully. At home, the girl thinks he takes after Narcissa more than anyone. At Hogwarts, Sabrina sees more and more of Lucius everyday.
My father will hear about this.
Sabrina doesn't have a father—her mother is quite cagey about that subject—but she knows that if Blythe knew she was throwing her name about as a way to get on top, well... well, she might just congratulate her daughter for getting up there to begin with. Narcissa, on the other hand, would be furious.
With every passing day, Sabrina draws farther and farther away from Draco. It's like the boy she knew is still at Malfoy Manor, running through the halls, trying to find her. This boy is a shell of how he used to be, all his goodness scraped out and replaced with shallow selfishness and anger. There is nowhere that he goes where Crabbe and Goyle aren't soon to follow, meaning that she hasn't had a moment alone with her best friend in weeks.
Sabrina tries to stop it from getting to her, instead distracting herself with homework and other friends. Daphne is as sweet as ever, sometimes slipping into her bed in the dead of night, whispering her nightmares to the girl before falling straight to sleep. They mostly involved the lake, the window crashing open and sweeping all the little Slytherins into the dark water. Other times they were obscure—a mirror surrounded by flame, hissing walls, moonlit nights, dragons on the grounds. Sabrina tries her hardest to shush her friend to sleep, and often forsakes her own so the other girl can escape into dreams instead of nightmares.
Daphne and Sabrina walk from the Great Hall to flying class, hand in hand. The latter has played a few games with Draco before, but it is much more his specialty than hers. The last time she sat on a broom, she broke her ankle falling off it. Wise to say she'd rather not go to this class to begin with, but it's mandated for the first year. Best believe she'll be dropping it as soon as possible, though.
The Slytherins merge with the Gryffindors as the eleven year olds continue into the courtyard. Sabrina meets Hermione's eyes and gives her a grin. The other girl is terribly smart, going above and beyond in every class. Sabrina hasn't talked to her since their meeting during their first day at Hogwarts. She hopes to change that in the class with no assigned seating.
