Out of Bounds (Harry Potter)

[August 11, 2020: Okay before any of you get into this if this is your first time reading; this is your warning. I wrote this over a decade ago when I was like twelve and I relied on google translate. It's a very eccentric story with all of the years basically mashed into one. Why? Because I wanted it to be like the perfect year. That's how it went in my head. I've dabbled on possibly rewriting this whole thing but haven't had the time to. So read at your own will, comment all you want, but I've warned you. You will be confused, you won't like some of it. But thank you for giving it a shot!]

Out of Bounds (Harry Potter)

[Rewritten]

"How could you have kept this from me for so long Draco!" I screamed in anger, throwing the closest book I could find towards his head. His face was stone cold as he sent me a glare. Normally, anybody would cringe in fear at the sight of it, but not me. Draco should know better than to have made faces at me, they were just useless.

Elsie Malfoy, fifteen, younger sister of Draco Malfoy. Nobody ever knew that the Malfoys had more than one child. (Other than the previous death Eaters.) It was always Draco, Draco, Draco. (Which I honestly didn't mind at all.) Instead of accompanying him to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I attended Beaxbatons Academy of Magic for my education. Hence the fact, no one ever knew of me. Not even his supposed friends from Hogwarts. (I only say 'supposed' because he knows of them through family connections.) Blaise Zabini was the only exception of knowing about my existence.

"We didn't want you to go home just because of it! You were taking your O.W.L. exams, you know just how much our parents care for it!" Draco spat back in my face, taking the next book, which was larger than the first, away from my hands.

Draco seemed like a cold, heartless bastard on the outside, but he honestly wasn't. He was my best friend. Obviously, we were close. We had a healthy brother-sister relationship. He was the classic pushover/overprotective brother, whilst I was the perstoring little sister who cared just as much as he did. Fights were never our fortay, they scarcely ever happened. Once you heard the lot of us bickering over something, you knew it was a huge subject.

Being in southern France an every school year, I always failed to know anything. I'm always the last to find out. Normally, I wouldn't give a damn about it. As long as it had something go do with my family, which it did. Forth recent death of the Dark Lord Voldemort, every single Death Eater was charged for something. Anything that the Ministry of Magic got their hands on. My own Father was one of them, and they took him away on charges he would have done at all. My blood boils at the thought of them charging an innocent man.

Of course I was being biased.

Sometime whilst I was away in Beauxbaton, enjoying my time with my actual friends, Father was being hauled off to the worst place in the Wizarding world: Azkaban. Was it fair that even after this 'Harry Potter' character killed off Voldemort, that his followers should get punished? Not at all! (Though some as bad as Peter Pettigrew surely deserved it.)

"I don't give a damn about a stupid test!" My French accent growing more, and more evident. Being in the country, you learned to speak the language very well. Considering the fact I never speak another word of English the second I am dropped off, having a French accent seemed normal. Though, I felt somewhat of a stranger in my own family since they still had their beautiful British ones.

"Well you should!" He screamed back, we ignored the footsteps of our Mother who hadn't been the same since I had recently gotten home for the summer. What woman would be the same when your husband got sent off to the worst prison in the world? I didn't blame my Mother for being more tense, and emotionally unstable at times. She had absolutely every right to be.

"Don't you dare pull the 'Future' card on me! Our Father was sent to Azkaban while I was having a good time in Beauxbaton! I was having FUN, while you guys were sulking! Draco, you don't understand how it feels like to be out of the loop!" I stated how I truly felt. Through the many years that I had not shown any affected emotions by not knowing mic in my own family, I was actually very hurt. Always finding out too late, or celebrating at the wrong hour. I just disliked it.

Silence swept over us at the last sentence. Tears began to form in my eyes, slowing dripping down my heel unwillingly. I choked out a noise of surprised, covering my mouth to make it any louder. I didn't want my Mother to here, she had her own problems. The sudden realization of Father being away from me finally clicked in my head. No longer would I see him anymore. Even though he seemed just as Draco, cold and heartless, he was the nicest Father you'd ever ask for. Now he was gone for an opinion he chose years ago.

Draco's arms slid around me, pulling me to a close embrace. Sobbing on his shoulders, I wished for anything but to do this right now. It was just a sign of weakness. I could hear the noise of my Mom's heels coming forth to us. Feeling the sadness literally radiating off of her, she came to join our hug. Her hand rubbed my arm sympathetically.

"That's it," I choked out, my words muttered against Draco's body. "I'm attending Hogwarts from here on in."

[•]

Kissing Mother on her cheeks before departing, I couldn't help but notice all the states I was getting. They were probably asking who was the blond girl with the Malfoy's family. It didn't bother me though, soon enough they'll find out who I was. Besides, I liked the attention I was getting. Call me a snob but it was true.

Uniforms were never my style, not even in Beauxbatons. I always wore my own clothing, but there I had to have something of Beauxbaton on me. (A blue tie was always on me wherever I went in that school.) Same would go for Hogwarts, I didn't care if I were violating the rules, it's what I wanted.

Draco's hand barely touched the small of my back as he led me through the tiny, cramped hallways of the train. Anyone in the way immediately backed out of view, so we could easily make it through. Jealous glances were thrown at Draco, or I. But it was foolish, and soon they'll be knowing it was too the second they find out I'm his sister.

My black floral platform pumps clicked as I walked, grabbing more attention towards me. I swear no one ever heard of fashion in this school. The leather pants I wore hugged my curves just right, and the white cropped floral top ended just under my breasts, but the buttoned black cardigan covered my exposed skin. I tied up my hair earlier because I didn't feel like curling it like I had planned to. Laziness overtook me.

"Who's this?" A girl who had a face that resembled to a pug asked Draco. Her name was Pansy Parkinson, Draco had brought her up in one of our conversations. He told me she looked like a pug because her face was all squished up. That's how I knew it was her. And by the description Draco gave me of her, I knew I wasn't going to like her.

"Elsie!" Blaise's voice boomed through the compartment as he entered it with arms wide open. Returning the grin he gave me, I hugged my old friend. It's been so long since I've seen him.

"Drakey? Who is she!" Pansy demanded, I sent her a glare and she seemed to slightly cower away.

"You guys look the same when you glare." Blaise burst into hysterics, patting Draco's and my back. That's what everyone who knew us kept saying. The only way you could tell you were related was the way we glared. Apparently the blond hair, and blue-grey eyes weren't enough resemblance.

"Shut up." I jokingly punched him. Blaise was one of mine and Draco's close friends. Even though both of them were too stubborn to admit it, they were best friends.

No one bothered to acknowledge Pansy the rest of the trip through. She was like that fly you wanted to kill, but just couldn't. Blaise and I caught up with things we had missed out on over a school year and summer, which obviously was a lot. His father was also in Azkaban, so we shared hatred towards the Ministry in common. I was grateful that Blaise had the ability to speak in French. It kept the privacy of our conversation, which was what I wanted. Poor Draco, he doesn't know any other language. I didn't feel bad that he was left out of the conversation, because his mind was elsewhere either way.

The train halted to a stop, making me jerk slightly forward. Landing on Blaise, he and I shared a laugh. He was one of my only exceptions to let my guard down. I've had friends in Beauxbatons, but none could compare to Blaise. Grabbing our belongings, we headed out.

|Fin.|