The Extremely Magical Adventures of Anastasia Malfoy

Chapter 1~Platform

Hey guys! Aleia here! This is, as you've probably guessed, the sequel to 'Betrayal!  FYI, I changed the youngest's name to Anastasia. Yeah, they didn't have four kids. That's too much. Except for Molly Weasley. 'Cause Molly Weasley's a BAMF.  But anyways, ENJOY!!!!

~Aleia <3

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Chapter 1~*Ana*

It was a bright and sunny morning when Anastasia Malfoy, a slender girl with blonde curls and emerald green eyes, awoke to the smell of her father trying to cook breakfast.  Just by the smell, she knew he had tried to make eggs and ham.  He had attempted it once before.

She scrunched her nose in disgust as she pictured the mess he made the last time.

She rubbed her eyes and yawned. She never liked waking up. As she always said, sleep was her best friend.  And it probably was. Well, besides Beatrice, her friend since first year.

As she stepped out of her bed, she stumbled and came crashing down to the floor, a sharp pain in her right foot.  When she looked to her feet she noticed her foot bleeding while her wand was laying close by, snapped in half.

"Dammit!" she exclaimed.  She hopped up onto her feet, picked up her wand and cursed again.  "Why does this have to happen now?!"

When she turned, she saw Draco Malfoy leaning in the doorway, arms across his chest and a smirk upon his face.  She scowled as his shoulders shook from silent laughter.  "Shut up, Dad.  It's not funny," she mumbled as she walked past him and down the stairs to the kitchen.

As she reached the bottom of the stairs, her foot slipped from under her and she nearly fell . . . again.  As she cursed for the third time in a matter of two minutes, she heard her father's deep chuckles at the top of the staircase, before he turned to go to his room.

Ana walked into the kitchen, looking, for sure, frustrated.  But it's not like she didn't have a right to be upset.  She has unknowingly followed in her mother's footsteps and become gravitationally challenged.

"Mornin', Graceful," her brother, Scorpius, greeted.  A small smile was forming on his pale, weasel-like face.  "How was your, erm, trip?"  He burst out laughing. 

Ana rolled her eyes.  "Ha.  Ha.  You're so clever and funny, Scorpy," she mocked him.  At the mention of his nickname from when he was younger, Scorpius' laughter ceased immediately and he shot her daggers. 

Oh yeah, his girlfriend was in the room.

Ana turned to the girl next to her brother.  She had pitch-black hair and eyes the color of a crow's feather.  Her pinched nose made her look as if she was always in pain.  Or she was unhappy about everything.  She was, Ana had to admit, sort of beautiful, but her nasaly voice and constant complaints made her unbearable to be around.

"Hello, Gertrude," Ana said in a tight voice.  She tried to smile at her, but it probably looked completely forced.  "Get a good night's sleep last night?" 

Ana always tried to be patient with Scorpius's girlfriends.  But some of them she just wanted to grab them by the shoulders, shake them, and say, "What the bloody hell is wrong with you?!"

Gertrude shot Ana a look of exasperation.  "I told you not to call me that, Stacey!" she sqealed.  Gertrude covered up her face and scrambled out of her seat.  She gave Ana another look (this time even less friendly) and sprinted up the stairs to her brother's room.

Yeah, and I told you not to call me 'Stacey,' Ana thought, But that never seemed to stop you.

Scorpius threw his hands up.  "Oh, gee, thanks! Now I have to deal with Trudy being pissed all day today!"  He slowly got to his feet and left the kitchen.  His heavy footfalls on the stairs showed how reluctant he was to dealing with Trudy.

Ana shrugged and sat down, shoving a piece of bacon into her mouth.  The only thing on the table that looked, even the in the slightest, edible.  She looked up briefly and met her mother's sort-of disapproving glare.

"Now, Anastasia . . ." Hayley started before all of a sudden cracking up in giant fits of laughter.  It was another minute before she returned to normal.  "I know that Trudy is a pain sometimes, but she's your brother's girlfriend and, even though you don't like her, you have to appreciate her."

Ana crossed her arms and stopped her foot like a little kid.  "But why, Mum?  She's a spoiled, good-for-nothing brat!"

"Well," her mum sighed, "if all goes well, we'll have you brother out of the house before he's thirty."  Her mother went over to Ana and kissed her forehead.  "Trust me, when you're older, you'll understand." 

"Alright, Mum," she said hesitantly.  "I'll try."  She grabbed another piece of toast and left the kitchen.

Anastasia had barely stepped a foot on Platform 9 and 3/4 when . . .

"Annie!" she heard a voice sqeal.  "Annie!  Over here!"  Beatrice.  It had to be.  No one else, thank God, called Anastasia Annie.

Ana looked at her parents and her siblings (even Miriella had come down to see Ana off to her last year at Hogwarts) and gave them an apologetic glance.

Ana spun on her heel two seconds before she was body-slammed by her best friend.  "Oh my gosh, Annie! Guess what?!"  Jeanie was overwhelmed by her friend's voice screeching in her ear.

"What, Bee?  What's going on?" Ana asked back, obviously not as excited about Beatrice's news as Beatrice was.

"Well, you know how I've had a crush on your brother for ever, right?" Beatrice asked.  But she didn't even pause for two seconds to let Ana say anything.  "Well, I've finally come up with the perfect plan to get him to notice me!

"Not again," Ana mumbled, rolling her eyes and dropping her shoulders.  Each year it was different.  A new plan to get Scorpius to notice her.  But, it's not like he hasn't noticed her.  He couldn't not notice her.  Bee was beautiful.  Even more so than Gertude.

Although Beatrice was short and skinny as a stick, she made up for it by her long chestnut hair and big brown eyes that sucked you in and force you to do whatever she says whenever you looked in them.  At least, that's what Scorpius said.  But then again, he also claims that our old cat, Crookshanks Jr, could read minds.

"No, I'm serious this time!" Bee protested.  "You know what?  I'll tell you when you've had your chocolate frog.  You're always happier after you have had chocolate."

True, Ana thought, nodding her head in silent agreement.

Ana grabbed her bags, told her family goodbye, and headed toward the train.  All of a sudden, she was thrown aside by someone, or something.  When she looked around, she noticed a boy and a girl about her age, obviously brother and sister, but not twins.  The girl looked to be about fifteen or sixteen and the boy seventeen.  She could tell he was seventeen because of his Head Boy badge that gleamed on his chest. 

When Ana looked up at his face, she was taken aback at the severity of his blue eyes.  But she was too overwhelmed with anger to really pay attention to them in that moment.

"Watch yourself!" Ana spat at them.  "You could've seriously injured someone one!  You could've seriously injured me!"

The girl rolled her eyes.  "Oh yeah, we wouldn't want that!"  She turned around and kept walking without a backward glance, and onto the train.

The boy however looked back at Ana apologetically.  "I'm so sorry," he said, looking into her eyes. Deep into her eyes.  "Liza can be a total bitch sometimes."  He smirked and Ana, out of nowhere, got small tingles running up her spine. 

His electric-blue eyes had caught her off guard at first, but the more she looked at them, the more she realized how beautiful they really were.

"I'm Lysander," the boy stated, offering Ana his hand to shake.  "Lysander Riddle."