"YOU WILL NOT GO AND DISGRACE MY FAMILY NAME, GIRL!" Lucius Malfoy screamed at his 11 year old daughter, Pandora.
"I'M GOING! IF DRACO CAN GO, THEN SO CAN I! I'M TECHNICALLY OLDER THAN HIM!" She daringly screamed back, unlike basically everyone else, she didn't fear her father.
"By three minutes!" Draco exclaimed to his sister in defense.
"Your brother isn't a disgrace!" He fired back menacingly.
"Fine! You don't want me to be a disgrace, then let me go under a different last name, and if you're lucky and I'm Slytherin then I won't be a disgrace."
"If you're lucky. And Fine, but if not then you don't get a last name. I'll notify Dumbledore about this." He slammed their bedroom door with a loud bang.
Pandora could not help herself, for, the second it closed, she broke into tears. She started to hit herself in the head with her clenched fists, something she often saw their house elf, Dobby, do to himself.
"Panda stop!" Draco used the nickname he had given her when they were very little, he did not dare call her something so soft in front of their father. He tried desperately to grab her wrists to stop her. "Stop it, Pandora. —— Panda! —— ... please..." He quietly whispered the last part.
Pandora stopped hitting her head and stared at her brother with wide eyes. She'd never heard him say such a 'weak word' (as her father called it). "You just said-"
"Shhh. I just wanted you to stop." An uncomfortable silence quickly fell over the two of them, until Draco finally broke it. "You should be happy. He's letting you go." He tone was harsh but Pandora could see straight through it.
"Yes, you're right, I should be grateful. We're going to Diagon Alley tomorrow to get our stuff, right?"
"Yes, but I doubt father will let you walk with us." He frowned.
"Probably won't. Well I'm gonna go to sleep."
This is how usually how things were between them. They both cared truly deeply for their other half but they couldn't show it. Draco didn't dare act weak in front of their father, and Pandora didn't to save Draco trouble.
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Once their mother and father left Draco alone in Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, Pandora quickly snuck inside.
"What are you doing in here, Panda?" Draco asked his sister quietly.
"Getting my robes. What does it look like?" She held out the bag of Galleons and Sickles her father gave her this morning so that she wouldn't be seen with them.
"Yeah but what if someone sees you. They might see that we look alike."
"Well then we just happen to look alike."
"Hogwarts dearies?" A old woman asked as she approached them.
"Yes ma'am," Pandora answered politely, earning a smile from the lady.
"Clearly woman." Draco sneered.
She ushered them to a section of the store that was clearly where they measured you, and two other ladies began to do so.
"Hogwarts dear?" She asked a boy who just walked in alone. "Got the lot here — another young man and a girl being fitted up just now, in fact." She brought the boy to stand on the other side of Draco.
"Hello," Draco greeted him, "Hogwarts, too?"
"Yes," said the boy.
"My father's next door buying my books and Mother's up the street looking at wands," Draco stated. "Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first years can't have their own. I think I'll bully Father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow." 'Typical' Pandora thought to herself. "Have you got your own broom?"
"No," answered the boy. He reminded Draco of his sister, beside him. He was quiet but did not seem afraid.
"Play Quidditch at all?"
"No." He looked quite confused by the question, but Draco didn't notice.
"I do — Father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my House, and I must say, I agree. Know what House you'll be in yet?"
"No."
"Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they, but I know I'll be in Slytherin, all our family have been — imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?" Pandora let an uncomfortable cough escape her mouth at her brother's remark.
The boy may have mumbled something but Pandora wasn't paying attention, and Draco was distracted by a big man standing outside the shop window.
"I say, look at that man!" Draco said suddenly, grabbing both his sister's and the boy's attention
"That's Hagrid," He boy said with a smile. "He works at Hogwarts."
"Oh, I've heard of him. He's a sort of servant, isn't he?" Draco asked and the boy's smile disappeared.
"He's the gamekeeper."
"Yes, exactly. I heard he's a sort of savage — lives in a hut on the school grounds and every now and then he gets drunk, tries to do magic, and ends up setting fire to his bed."
"I think he's brilliant," the boy said coldly.
"Do you?" Draco sneered. "Why is he with you? Where are your parents?"
"They're dead," the boy said shortly.
"Oh, sorry. But they were our kind, weren't they?"
"They were a witch and wizard, if that's what you mean."
"I really don't think they should let the other sort in, do you? They're just not the same, they've never been brought up to know our ways. Some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts until they get the letter, imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families. What's your surname, anyway?" Pandora laughed lightly at what Draco was saying. It's something their father constantly complained about.
Before the boy could answer, the old lady told him she was done.
"Well, I'll see you at Hogwarts, I suppose," Draco said losing interest.
"So everyone in your family is a Slytherin, huh?" Pandora asked. She knew why he said that but it still hurt.
"P- Uh yeah." He answered almost calling her by her name. "What's your name, by the way?"
"Pandora."
"Pandora what?" Draco asked and she shot him a well-deserved death glare.
"Pandora Johnson. I was adopted by muggles." Pandora wanted to see how far he'd push it.
"Muggles!?" He asked, not wanting to say anything else. "You're a mudblood!?"
"Yeah I am."
"Alright. You two are good to go."
"Thank you."
"Well it took you long enough," Draco complained.
After getting the two got their robes, they headed outside. Walking together but still keeping distance.
"You have to insult me at school," Pandora said, as she looked at him.
Draco gulped at the thought, all his life he had been insulting people but for some reason, insulting his sister always gave him this strange unpleasant feeling. "I just don't want to hurt you," he admitted.
"I love you too. You couldn't hurt my feelings if you tried," Pandora responded, she instantly had known what he meant. "We both know that I'm not a Slytherin. Which means, no one can know we're related. And it would be weird if you bullied everyone at school but me."
"Yeah I know. I'll try. — Father's waving me into the book store. Bye," Draco said to his sister then disappeared into the book store.
Pandora walked by herself for a while before deciding to head into Ollivanders: Makers Of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. Once inside she saw the boy who was talking to her brother in the robe shop. He seemed to be getting fitted for a wand.
"Pst! Hey." Her attention was quickly grabbed by a round boy who looked to be about her age.
"Hi," she replied with a warm smile. 'Finally someone my age, who's nice' She thought to herself. She walked over to the boy who was behind a self.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"Pandora. And you?"
"I'm Neville," answered the boy. "Is this gonna be your first year at Hogwarts?"
"Yes. You?"
"Yeah. I'm really nervous."
"Really? I can't wait. Mainly to get away from my parents, they don't like me very much."
"Really? I'm most dreading leaving my grandmother behind."
Pandora noticed Draco staring at her through the shop window. He mouthed, 'Hurry up' and walked away. "Well it was nice to meet you, Neville. I've got to go but I'll see you on the train, yes?"
"U-uh y-yeah. Nice to meet you."