For The Greater Good (A Draco Malfoy Story)

Hogwarts Welcomes You Home

Poke.

Poke.

Poke.

"Poke me one more time and I'll snap your bloody wand in half, Rose," my twin brother, Gabriel, grumbled. A grin spread across my face as I sat next to him on his bed.

"No you wouldn't. If you did, then I might just let slip about you and your girlfriend sneaking about at night," I replied and gave him a tap on the head with my wand for good measure. Gabriel opened his sleep-crusted eyes and glared at me momentarily before raising an eyebrow.

"Alright, then I'll tell Dad that you were the one who spilled his potion. You know, the one that took two months to make."

Narrowing my eyes into slits, I opened my mouth to retort but closed it once again and only muttered, "Just get up, Mum has breakfast ready." I then got up and walked out, once I noticed him literally roll out of bed and crawl to the bathroom. Of course, I thought, rolling my eyes. He never missed breakfast.

I went downstairs, and glanced in the kitchen to see my mother cooking breakfast. My mother, Andrea, was a powerhouse constantly performing one juggling act after another. She would make breakfast to the best of her ability before scurrying off to the Ministry with my father where she handled the persecution of magical criminals, before coming home in the evening to magik some semblance of dinner. I learned very early on to pick up the slack around the house. Otherwise, my mother would be nothing but bones and flesh from all of the running around.

My father, Alec, on the other hand liked to live with an easy attitude but a critical eye. As an Auror, he would arrest criminals and send them to the Ministry where my mother would make sure they'd get their just desserts. He moved at a slower pace than my mother but that didn't mean he was any less vigilant. From the moment my brother and I began to speak and walk, he began tutoring us at home in all things magic and muggle. Whenever he'd keep us inside for too long trying to study the difference between a Flitterbloom and a Wiggentree plant, he'd justify it by saying, "You need to prepare. You need to prepare." But for what, he never said.

Before the summer started, our parents had made the executive decision to let us go to an official school for once, instead of being homeschooled by my father. We would be entering Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in our sixth year, filled to the brim with knowledge that most students forget during the summer breaks and with absolutely no experience.

Today was our first day and my father was sitting at the table, reading the Daily Prophet as usual, a deep frown on his face as his eyes scanned the pages. He looked up as I sat down and saw his blue eyes, much like my own, were filled with worry and anger. The cause of his anguish was the newspaper in his hands, I guessed. His pinky finger on his left hand twitched, drumming against the paper as a nervous habit.

"Right, eat your breakfast, Rose, and collect your trunk," my mother said, wiping her hands on a red and white striped dish towel. At the mention of food, Gabriel came barreling down the stairs to his seat at the dining table. No sooner had the food appeared on his plate and he was already devouring his breakfast.

"Gabriel, Rose. I want you two to look after each other at Hogwarts. Be careful. These are dark times and I want you two safe out there. I mean it, kids. This is your first time going to an official public school setting and I don't want any funny business, alright? Go easy on an old man," my father's stern expression broke into a smile at the end. We nodded and went upstairs to get our trunks and owls. My owl, Artemis, was a white owl with black spots on the wings and Gabriel's owl, Apollo, was a black one with white spots. Artemis let out a small squeak as she ruffled her feathers.