You were alone. Well, at least that's what you told yourself. Whenever your older brother, Draco, would get back from Hogwarts, for summer break, he would play with you and tell you stories.

That was then. Now your 12, and distant, cold, and quiet. You heard your mother crying the night before you left for Hogwarts. Probably because of the Dark Lord, (Voldemort), saying once you turned 15, you were getting the mark too.

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You quietly stood besides you Mother, Father, and Brother. Draco was already getting on the train, you went to follow him, your mother kissed your forehead, and sent you off. You glanced behind you, and caught a glimpse of Voldemort. Watching.

You got on the train, scared.

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Once you got to Hogwarts, the 1st year sorting began. Which means, everyone knows who everyone is.

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".. - And finally.."

Then.. Your name.

Everyone turned to look at you.

"Malfoy has a sibling?" everyone was whispering.