Draco sat alone in the attic, going through old boxes, not expecting to find anything of interest. But then, his fingers brushed against a dusty photo album tucked between two books. Unlike the other albums in the house, this one felt different—its pages yellowed with age, hinting at something forgotten.

Draco opened the album, expecting pictures of his parents, but as he flipped through, he noticed a girl in several photos—always on the edges, standing beside his parents. Her face was unfamiliar, but the way they looked at her felt strangely familiar.

His heart began to pound as he turned the pages faster, desperate to understand. And then, as he reached the last page, he froze. The final photo was of the same girl, smiling beside his mother, who had her arm around her. His father stood next to them.

The caption on the back of the photo read, "Our daughter."

Draco’s breath caught in his throat. Our daughter? What did that mean?

Draco dropped the album, overwhelmed by the discovery. His parents had never told him about this girl. He had always believed he was their only child, yet here she was, part of their lives before him.

He felt as if the ground had been pulled out from under him. His parents, the people he'd trusted most, had hidden her from him. And now it was gone - lost to the past, forgotten in favour of the perfect image of their family, just because you were adopted.

He stormed downstairs, the photo still clenched tightly in his fist. Without a word, Draco slammed the photo down onto the kitchen counter. His parents jumped, startled by his sudden appearance.

“No loyalty... no loyalty... NONE!” he shouted, his voice cracking as his fists clenched at his sides. The words came out in a rush, fueled by a mixture of hurt and rage. “Not even from you!”

His mother’s face went pale, and his father’s expression faltered, something like regret flickering behind his eyes.

“Where is she?!” Draco screamed. His chest heaved as the words tore out of him, the truth too much to bear.

Where are you?