Lynx Malfoy (A Harry Potter FanFiction)

Prologue: Malfoy's Sister

Draco Malfoy. Everyone knows who that is. The arch nemesis of Harry Potter, the son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, the Death Eater, the one who was about to kill Albus Dumbledore... Yes, people knew him well...

How do you react when you hear the name Lynx Malfoy?

Silence.

No one knew about me. No cared about me. I, Lynx Malfoy, am Draco's sister... younger sister. Surprised? I thought so. You see, I'm the person-in-the-shadows person. Yes, I did receive my letter to Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry but I declined. I didn't want to go to Hogwarts.

When I declined my letter to Hogwarts, my parents shut me out. Everything was well until I declined it but when I tried to explain why I declined it, they didn't want to hear it. They didn't want to hear that the only reason why I didn't want to go to Hogwarts was because I didn't want to feel the pressure of being great and amazing as my parents were. And now, they hate me. They don't even want me to be around Draco because they think that if I'm around him, I would spread my virus to him. They even sent me to the room farthest from Draco and the rest of my family.

"Disgrace to the family," Mother and Father would sneer whenever they would see. They wouldn't even try to lower their voice. "She is an embarrassment to the Malfoy name."

Just because Mother and Father shut me away from Draco didn't mean that I didn't get to see him. Most summer nights, Draco and I would sneak to a hidden room under the kitchen. We would share secrets, stories, and have a great time. Those nights were my favorite nights. He's like my twin brother, like the friend I never had.

When we were at school, Draco would send me letters every once or two weeks, about his day or about his weeks. I laugh at his first year, when he first met Harry Potter and asked him to join the right "forces" and excluding Ron Weasley or that Mudblood Granger. I would worry about his at his second year when the Chamber of Secrets was open. In his third year, he was messing with Harry Potter with the Dementors and joke about Sirius Black (even though, secretly, he was afraid of them). In his fourth year, I was a little jealous because the Tri-Wizard Tournament was going on. I would smile when he will tell me about his fifth year and that Umbridge character... Then his sixth year came. I felt an immense pain from his letters about the Vanishing Cabinet and Dad in Azkaban...

But right now, I have no time to reminisce about the past. I was packing to get out of my school, Wizarding Academy of Dramatic Arts–because Mother and Father knew I would run away if they made me go to Hogwarts, they sent me to another wizarding school. Mother hated the fact I was going to an Arts school but Father told her that better a wizarding school than a Mudblood school–and I was looking though all the letters he would send me. I'm not going home, because He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is using the Manor but I needed to go there to pack essential things.

My plan was: drop out of WADA, go the the Manor, take my essentials without anyone seeing me, say goodbye to Draco and go to where I need to go.

Where do I need to go?

The home of Arthur and Molly Weasley. To the family that has hated my family ever since eternity. It's not the most logical place but it's a place where people will least expect me to go. I'm not worried, though. What I am thought is scared to death.

Why is my gut telling me this would be the worst decision of my entire life?