Adopted by the Malfoy's {Harry Potter fanfic}

6. Of wands and wizards

A/N: Only Lexie and Max belong to me, anything else you may recognize belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Draco showed her around the grounds, amused by her reactions and expressions of awe, before stating that they ought to get to bed, for they would be going to Diagon Alley the following day. This opened a door of even more questions, about Hogwarts and Diagon Alley. There seemed no end to Lexie’s many questions, another thing that should have irritated Draco yet didn’t.

“Well,” Draco said once he’d walked her back to her bedroom, “I’ll see you in the morning I suppose.”

Lexie surprised him by embracing him in a brief hug and a hurried good night before she disappeared inside. Once his brain started working again from the sudden contact, he merely shook his head and retired to his own room.

The girl immediately spotted her letter and opened it, sitting on her bed to read, a moment later there was a knock on her door and she looked up to see it was Narcissa, an uncertain look on her face. Lexie smiled in greeting, wondering if she’d done anything wrong but just waited as her foster mother idly pet Max.

“Draco said it was alright if Max stays with me,” she ventured, biting her lip hopefully.

“Of course dear, we’ll have to get him a bed and such, he seems rather attached to you.” Narcissa walked around the room, before her gaze fell on Lexie’s sketchpad. “May I?”

Lexie nodded and then watched as Narcissa picked it up and looked at the drawings, her features impassive. “Draco mentioned we’d be going to Diagon Alley Mrs. Malfoy?” She asked tentatively. She was a little nervous letting the woman see her artwork, and being in her presence in general but tried not to show it.

“Yes, you and Draco will use Floo powder to get there and home. I’m afraid Lucius and I have other matters to attend to.” Narcissa stated, setting her sketchpad back down where it’d been. “Which is why I came, to inform you that our tea will be the following day, unless you would like to have it later in the evening?”

“Um later is fine ma’am,” Lexie answered. “Except I don’t have any money or really any clothing or a trunk.”

“Ah yes,” she replied thoughtfully, drumming her nails on her leg. “I suppose I’ll have to send one of the house elves to take care of the clothes and trunk. I believe you have your own vault, from your mother, so that’s not a problem.”

Lexie nodded, a little taken aback by all the changes in her life now. “Did you know my parents?”

“I knew your father, he and I were distantly related. Your mother however was a Gryffindor, so she kept to her own.”

“What were their names?”

“You should rest; you’ve a busy day tomorrow. Kindly write down your sizes and anything else you need and I’ll see that it’s taken care of by the time you return home.” Narcissa answered, ignoring her question. Lexie acquiesced, curtsying. She wished she knew more about her parents, and why no one would tell her more than bits and pieces.

Narcissa nodded and swept out without a word, leaving Lexie alone in her room once more. She sighed and headed toward the bathroom to brush her teeth, changed, then fell asleep before her head hit the pillow.

The next morning she was woken by Draco knocking on her door impatiently.

"Alexis! We must go, hurry up."

Lexie was already awake, little did he know, dressing and trying to force away the nerves. Today she would be buying supplies for the witch school. While the strange moments in her past were now answered, she was even more filled with uncertainty. Before she was Alexis Meadowes, the artistic orphan, now she is Alexis Malfoy, a witch. It was definitely an adjustment.