Copied & Cunning

Prologue

Two years old; learning who I am and who I am supposed to be. Five years old; being pulled from playing with my brother and my best friend, Blaise Zabini, just to sit through a lesson my godfather was teaching me. I was sitting in my chair returning sleep I haven't been able to get in weeks thanks

to Draco.

"Ms. Malfoy, if you want to exceed in your studies, I suppose you shall pay attention. Now," Severus Snape started, "Let's start ov-"

I was a five year old who learned how to sass people  from her father, surprisingly. Now it was my turn to 'exceed' his knowledge on who I was.

"Snape-man, as you know I am only five years old; I should be fighting my brother not fighting my textbooks to be a good pillow. please, can we take a break?"

"Ms. Malfoy, we have just started. It has only been 5 minutes." 

"Only five! Did I mention that I was only five years old?"

"You have, but Ms. Malfoy, your mother and father want me to 'train' you because you are their only hope for when school comes around. They know that Draco won't be trying very hard, but they see something different in you so I will be te-" 

He turned around and found my chair empty. I hid behind the chair to hear him grunt when he searched for me. I ran away when I hear his steps creak as he slowly got closer to the dark narrow hallway I stood in. I don't remember a time in my life when I ran faster. When I was a young-ling, Severus scared the living daylights out of me; let's face it, Severus Snape scares the living daylight out of everyone.

I crept around the corner into my room and looked for somewhere to hide when all of a sudden I felt a hand grab my shoulder. I immediately started to cry because I was afraid of getting into any trouble. I looked up and I saw my mother's white and black hair. It was tied in its usual bun; it was secured by something foreign to me. I don't know whether it was because I was so young and had the attention span of a Pygmy Puff.

My mother crouched down to my level;" Professor Snape has told me that you haven't been paying attention during your lesson, is this true?" She asked.

I whispered to myself how Severus was such a tattle tale. I went from staring at my fixed feet to giving my mother 'the eyes'. She called them that because she always gave into whatever I said when I looked at her in that certain way.

"Yes, it's true. I only did it because I shouldn't be spending my time in our home library. Time goes quickly around here mummy." I explained.

That was rare for me to call my mother mummy, but it was a package deal with 'the eyes'.

It wasn't a suprise to see my mother had given in;"Okay, that's fine, your room is very dirty Bekah. If you go downstairs anytime soon I would suggest fetching Dobby."

I looked behind me to peer outside my window. I saw Draco and Blaise playing outside; happily. I looked away because I hated the image without me in it. Don't get me wrong, of course I loved to see them both happy, but I was the only kid I knew who wasn't allowed to play along wit the others. I had to sit and read, but at least that didn't leave me too lonely. 

Soon enough I found myself walking down the stairs to ask Dobby to clean my room. I hated asking Dobby to do my chores, but I can't fight it so I just let it happen. Draco came inside for once and to be honest, I couldn't be happier.

"Come on sis, come outside with me and Blaise!" Draco said in an excited manner.

I explained to him how my books were more important than playing with a bunch of goons. The look on his face seemed like he was more upset than I was; I didn't think that was possible.

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 Eight; reaching out for my brother's attention. We were so close physically yet so far away mentally. Slowly I walked up our crooked staircase up to my room which was down the hall from where I will end up. I walk into my room and sit at my vanity. I reached for my music box; it was small and I was ready to hear soft music play. I stared into my mirror which had the rim painted black. My reflection stared back at me. Finally, the ballerina in my music box had stopped. Slowly and gently, a tear fell from my eyelashes and made its way to the tabletop.

Ten; getting ready for the next year and the beginning of my studies at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Draco and I were both nervous and still weren't talking much. I missed the sound of his voice when we would hang out together. Twins usually help each other when they are upset or bored, but last time we talked we discussed how our parents were holding us back from one another. We were both upset, but hopefully Hogwarts would make our relationship strong again. The both of us standing here wondering what our futures have in store for us. I looked inside his room while he was talking with Blaise.

I smiled at Blaise and asked, "Out of all people, are you ready Blaise?"

You can see the smile grow on his face. He let out a small laugh and started with me; "Of course I am ready. I know Draco is excited too."

Draco looked up at me and for the first time in a long time he talked to me."What's in store for you, my dearest sister?"

"Well, that's a great question." 

I laughed and walked in his room to sit next to Blaise on Draco's bed. At that very moment, I knew everything would be okay.