Draco's sister

Chapter 2

Draco pov

"When were you going to tell me I had a sister?." My mom ignored me and looked at every street we passed.

Dad put his hand on my shoulder. " On our deathbed." And he walks forward.

"What!!!."

With watering eyes, mom turned around to look at me."We thought....." Sob. " She was dead and telling you now or in a few years. Was hard for us to even think about."

" And now we know she is alive, and don't know a thing where to look."

" We know her name and ....."

"It won't help much, dad." I said with an angry voice and looked at one of the store windows.

" A name is a big step."

"What is she changed her name?."

They both stop walking and looked at each other with a ' we didn't think about that' face.

"Oh great," I said and waved my arms. " We have no lead at all. What in the world are we going to do?."

Nobody said anything and the people who walked near us, just looked at us like we were some weird people. When out of nowhere my dad's eyes lighted up and took out a paper from his coat.

"What are you doing, dear?."

"Blood."

"What? " said mom and me at the same time.

He took my arm and took out a knife. "They say pureblood wizard have blood that is magic between siblings."

"I never heard that..."

He had the sharp part of the knife against my hand. " That's because nobody has tried." And cut up my hand.

"Ouch!!," blood was dripped down on paper dad hold under my hand. He left go of my hand after few drops of my blood was on the paper, and whisper a few words I couldn't hear.

Nothing did happen, not even a movement from the blood on the paper. Dad tried again but not even the second time did any different. When he tried to do it a third time, mom took the paper from his hand threw it on the ground. " It didn't work, that maybe why nobody tried." And she begins to walk again with dad follow behind her. But I stayed behind and took up the paper from the ground. The blood drops were still there, but when I held the paper the blood begin to move and the next second it was a sketch of a building with the blood.

" Mom, Dad. Come and look at this."

Mom looked mad when she walked back. "What now?."

I showed her the paper with the sketch. " I think she is there."

" But, " dad took the paper. "That is Lyceum Theatre."

" How do you know that?."

He looked away. " Don't ask. Let's go, it's here in London."