"Aquilla, dear, get up," presses Aunt Narcissa.
"What time is it?" I yawn.
"Seven-Thirty. Dobby will be here to take your laundry and your breakfast is already out.
"Mmmmm.....Hmmmm.....Mmmmm," I grumble.
"Get a move on, you stupid girl!" yells Lucius from downstairs.
"She's up!" implies Narcissa. "Don't be so harsh on her, Lucius. She's the same as Draco, a Malfoy."
"Actually, I'm a Black," I insist.
"Yes, yes, yes. Just don't say that around him. He likes to think that he's brought you up as his own."
I shrug and get changed into a white dress that's just above my knees and a pair of patent leather shoes. I pull my snowy socks up lazily and do my hair. I brush my black fringe down and apply hair spray to the blonde hair around my shoulders. It's the same hairstyle as Narcissa and I consider it rather stylish.
"What are you doing up there?" shouts Lucius.
I chant a spell under my breath and give a satisfied smile as I hear him squeal.
"Morning, Uncle Lucius," I smile as I enter the dining room. I flop down on the chair next to Draco and wink at him. He winks back. I look up and down the table. There's eighteen seats all wanting to be sat upon but it's only on rare occasions that people do. Bellatrix did a long, long time ago, Cornelius Fudge comes around often as well but Draco and I always have to stay upstairs, Albus Dumbledore came once or twice, and Nymthadora, Dad's second niece or something like that, and a woman named Andromeda, Nymthadora's Mum and Narcissa's sister, came once. I remember that day very well. There was a lot of shouting that day. Nymthadora managed to sneak upstairs to give me a present. It was a silver locket that changed colour due to my mood. It also had a little mirror that, in the reflection, made me look different. I remember her very vividly saying 'I hope it comes in handy!' just before Lucius chased her out. I never understood why they didn't want them there. After all, they were family.
"We're going to Diagon Alley," explains Draco over breakfast. "I'm rather excited, not to go to Hogwarts, Dumbledore's really let the place-"
He chokes as his mother gives him a stern glare. I laugh and kick him in the shins from under the table.
"Ow! Well, yes, like I was saying. I'm rather excited as this year there are rumours about Harry Potter's coming to Hogwarts. I mean, imagine if we see him! It'll be amazing!"
"THE Harry Potter!" I gasp. "Oh my! We'll simply have to introduced. After all, the Blacks and the Malfoys are pure-bloods, respectable wizarding families and rich. Who'd say no to that?"
"Harry Potter would," says my depressed Uncle. "I bet he's just as arrogant and lazy as that terrible father of his."
"What do you mean?" I ask, stunned.
"I don't know as much about him as Severus does, but I know that he was the school bully. The horrible things he put Snape through, the torture, the pain, the agony, the embarrassment. He was slimy too, he wouldn't keep away from this muggle-born that Snape was friends with, Lily I think it was, and James wanted her to go out with him. So she said yes one day and after a few years they got married. Severus was heart-broken. I don't know why he should have been. What, after all, did he even see in her? I don't know what he was doing, though, falling head-over-heals for some mudblood."
"They're blood traitors," I say solemnly and through gritted teeth. "The lot of them. Severus was lucky to escape. Anyone who likes them or socialises with them or is one of them will be on You-Know-Who's list to be-"
"Go over to the fire-place! Grab some flew powder and say Diagon Alley," interrupts Narcissa. I follow her instructions and soon I am outside in Diagon Alley. There I see a small, dark-haired boy standing with a giant. He has a lightening scar. I realize that that boy is Harry Potter.
