BLOOD TRAITOR [HARRY POTTER - BOOK 1]

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter world, all rights go to J.K Rowling. I do however own my original character Nova Malfoy and her background. 

Nova had received a response from her mother's cousin instantaneously with his location and attempted to go to him the previous night but when a house elf told her father she had been sneaking, she knew she had to abort her mission. So after stealing her wand back from her father's study, she hatched plan B. Nerves bubbled in the pit of her stomach as the rubber soles of her shoes padded along the cold marble floors. She tiptoed down the hallway. It was late in the afternoon and her father was away to a business meeting so she knew that this was her chance. Her grey eyes scanned her surrounding before she slipped quietly into the drawing room that contained the Floo network.

"Mistress is sneaking again. Master ordered Keeky not to let Nova Malfoy leave." A voice rang out from behind the young witch, causing her to roll her eyes.

"I'm sorry." She muttered with the flitting feeling of guilt before raising her wand and turning to the house elf that stood behind her, "Petrificus totalus!" and as her tiny body straightened like a plank and fell to the floor Nova added: "Obliviate."

Nova knew that her father would know this was her doing but if there was the slightest chance that she could return before him, she needed to make sure that Keeky wouldn't remember seeing her. Without another breath, she crossed the room and entered the fireplace; green flames engulfed her as she stated her destination – 12 Grimmauld Place, Islington, London.

As the young Malfoy stepped out of the fireplace into a basement kitchen with rough stony walls, silence wrapped around the occupants. Avoiding their inquisitive gazes, she glanced around the room. The long wooden table was covered in parchment and books alongside goblets, plates and cutlery and pots and cauldrons were scattered around the walls. Finally, Nova allowed herself to look at the wizards who sat before her; she knew a number of them by face or reputation but had never had the pleasure of an introduction.

"Ah Nova!" A man spoke as he stood up and shook her hand, "Remus Lupin. Sirius told us to expect you."

"Sorry I'm a day late." Nova smiled shyly in response.

"Not to worry! We are just happy that you are safe. Sirius is upstairs sweetie. I hope you're hungry, lunch will be ready soon!" Molly Weasley smiled warmly.

"Thank you."

Exhaling, she pushed the door open with a creak and stepped into the darkened hallway. The subtle smell of damp and rot reached her nostrils, causing her nose to wrinkle slightly and as she glanced at the cobwebs that hung off of the chandelier, her eyes were drawn to the snake shaped candelabras, they reminded her of ones that her mother had in the dining hall; subconsciously she gulped, realizing the danger she was putting herself in, should her family or Lord Voldemort find out that she was here. The cheerful chatter from the kitchen grew more distant as she passed the torn wallpaper that peeled off of the walls and the dust-coated portraits. It didn't take her long to realise that the run down house belonged to the Black family. Dust clouds sprung out of the carpet with every stair that the young witch took and she felt uneasy under the gaze of the portraits who gasped at her presence. This was a bad idea.

She soon came to a wooden door through which she heard the muffled voice of Sirius Black. She silently pushed the door open to see the very man she was looking for talking to Harry Potter who was studying the Black Family Tree on one of the many dirty green tapestries.

"You're related to the Malfoys!" he exclaimed and Nova saw as he frowned slightly and his gaze lingered over her picture, "Wait...Draco has a sister?"