Hey guys! This is a request from JulzLovDraco4Eva. If there is anything you want me to change or fix from your request just message me!
(This is not a romantic one shot! Just a brother/sister one!)

You were sitting at the head of your bed, holding the back of your neck as you bit your lip, trying not to yelp in pain. Your scar was burning like it usually did, but the pain had been getting worse the past few weeks, and you didn't know why.

Three textbooks were displayed out at your feet, one labeled Hogwarts: A History, and two others based on Defence Against the Dark Arts. You were going to be starting your first year at Hogwarts along with your older brother Draco in a few weeks, and your father wanted you to be as prepared as possible. He would not accept bad grades from his children. But to his definite disappointment, you had stopped reading, the burning sensation pulsing through the back of your neck like a fresh wound.

Suddenly you hear three soft taps on the door, and your personal house elf, Daisy, comes in and bows her head towards you.

"Mrs. Malfoy, your dinner is ready, and your father requests you at the table," Daisy says in her squeaky voice. You sigh, and put on a brave face, smiling to your only friend.

"Thank you Daisy," you tell her, shoving your books off to the side and hopping up off the bed. You had become fairly good at hiding the pain your scar caused you, so only Daisy knew about your personal struggles with it. "Tell Dobby I said hi would you?"

"Daisy will be sure to tell him Miss," she replies with a slight blush, giving you another bow as you walk past her and out of the room. You jog down the hallway, and almost trip down the stairs to the first floor before speed walking to the large, elegant dining room, not wanting to upset your parents by keeping them waiting.

By the time you get to the doorway to the dining room, and you walk in, your father is sitting at the head of the table, with your mother at his side. Draco is sitting at his usual spot right next to your dad, and you can see where your food is placed three chairs away from all of them.

"Hello dear," your mom smiles, gesturing for you to sit down. Out of your parents and your brother, your mom was the only one who tried to be decent to you, but she could only do so much.

"I bet you are both wondering why I called you down here this evening," your dad states, practicing his prim and proper tone as usual.

"Is it to check on how much we've studied so far," you ask politely.

"Do not interrupt me young lady," he snaps. You used to cower when he would get upset or stern with you, but it had gotten to where you were able to keep your head up without a problem.

"Now the reason I have called you down here is to discus you both starting at Hogwarts." You started swirling your fork around in your spaghetti, but not actually taking a bit because you weren't very hungry.

"Father I want to be put in Slytherin, just like you," Draco states proudly.

"And so you will, along with your sister," he said the word with obvious disgust. Draco looks down the table at you and sneers before looking back up at your dad.

You subconsciously start twirling a strand of your long black hair between your fingers, leaning your elbow on the table as you continue to play with your food.

"(Y/n) how many times must I tell you! Sit up straight! Elbows off the table, and either you will stop playing with your food, or you just won't eat at all. And get your hands out of that horrendous black hair of yours."

Holding in a sigh, you obey all of his commands and call one of the house elves over.

"Willow would you please take my plate to the kitchen," you ask sweetly.

"Why of course Miss (Y/n)." He takes your full plate away, and apparates out of the room with a snap of his fingers.

"Do not be polite to them! They are nothing but servants! If we start treating them like our equals, then they will start to think they can do whatever they want!"

"Well they serve at our feet everyday of their lives, so they deserve at least some respect for doing things you are unwilling or incapable of," you retort. You felt pretty bad for the house elves, especially since one of them was your best friend. Your parents didn't let you socialize or go out a lot because they didn't want you to be seen with them. Your black hair and green eyes looked completely wrong next to their bleached blond hair, and grey eyes.

You look back up at your father with an annoyance while the expression on his face should have had you buried six feet under. His fist was curling up on the table, and you could practically see his eyelids twitching.

Your mom leans over and starts whispering what you assume to be calming things in his ear, but they do little to defuse the tension in the room.

"You are excused from the table," he snaps, holding a hand up at your mom to keep her from talking. Draco smirks at you as you stand up and walk out of the room. It wasn't a rare occasion for your dad to send you away from the table, so you were used to short meals by now.

Once you got back to your room, you walked inside and locked the door before flopping down on your bed. Your mind started running through so many things that you felt like you were drowning.

You never felt normal around your family. They made you feel like an outsider or an outcast. You didn't act the way they did, and you definitely didn't look like them. You just wanted to get away from all of them, which made you even more excited about going to Hogwarts. Atleast Draco never really talked to you, so that wouldn't be a problem.

You went to sleep that night dreaming about flying on a broomstick over the castle that you would soon call home.

...

You waved to your parents as you boarded the Hogwarts Express, about to leave from platform 9 3/4, but they didn't seem to notice you. Draco had already found a compartment, and he was waving out the window, and he was the only one your parents were paying attention to. Your smile turned to a frown as you sighed. As if on cue, the train rumbled to life, and your parents faces disappeared around the corner.

You started walking down the hall, but it seemed like every single room was full. Once you got to the second train car, you looked to your side and saw a boy with the same jet-black hair as you, and a redheaded boy that looked the same age.

"Do you mind if I sit with you guys," you ask nervously, not having much experience with trying to make friends.

"Absolutely," the black haired boy smiles at you. You pull your trunk in through the door, and set it down next to your feet before looking up at the two boys.

"Oh I'm (Y/n) by the way. (Y/n) Malfoy."

"I'm Harry. Harry Potter," he reaches out to shake your hand. You immediately recognize the name, and a grin makes its way into your face.

"And I'm Ron Weasley," the redheaded boy says rather glumly as he scowls at you. Once again the name rings a bell. Your dad talked about a man named Arthur Weasley all the time, but you had never actually met him.

"I believe I've heard about your father. He works in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office at the Ministry doesn't he? That would be such a cool job," you say excitedly. To the dissatisfaction of your family, you had always thought it would be cool to live with muggles. Once you said this Ron seemed less tense.

"Ya he thinks muggles are fascinating."

You all ended up chatting for a while, and you really hoped this meant you had made some new friends.

Suddenly a girl with bushy hair and large front teeth walked to the door of the compartment, interrupting your conversation about Ron trying to turn his pet rat, Scabbers, yellow.

"Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville's lost one," she states.

"No," Ron replys.

"Oh. Are you doing magic? Let's see then." You almost wanted to giggle because her attitude reminded you a lot like Draco.

After a few minutes of watching her act smarter and better than everyone else in the car, she finally introduces herself as Hermione Granger.

"And you are," she asks Ron with a mix of annoyance and disgust on her face.

"Ron Weasley."

"And what's your name," she asks you, looking you up and down.

"(Y/n) Malfoy," you grumble at her, her voice and attitude getting slightly annoying. Her eyes go wide for a second, but she regains her composer and stands up.

"You three better change into your robes. I expect we'll be arriving soon." She turns around as if she's about to walk away, but turns back to the compartment. "You've got dirt on your nose by the way. Did you know? Just there." Ron starts rubing furiously at the side of his nose as Hermione turns around and struts off.

"Well she seems fun," you say in a bored tone, and seconds later you, Ron, and Harry burst into laughter, leaning over and clutching your stomach.

So far so good.

...

"Now in a few moments you will pass through these doors and join your classmates, but before you can do so you must be sorted into your houses. There are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin." An older lady with green robes and a matching green hat had guided you and the other first years up a staircase, and now you were waiting in front of a pair of two large double doors.

"The house sorting will begin momentarily," she finishes, before walking through the double doors, and leaving you all outside.

"So it's true then, what they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts," the voice of your older brother states. You already had a gut feeling that this wouldn't end good as everyone turns to look at your older brother.

"This is Crabbe and Goyle. And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy," he walks up in front of Harry who was standing right next to you, and sticks his hand out for Harry to shake. Ron laughs once he hears Draco's name.

"Think my name is funny do you? Do I need to ask you yours? Red hair, and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley," Draco sneers.

"You'll soon find out that some wizarding family's are better than others Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sorts. I can help you there." He sticks his hand out once again for Harry to shake, but you step up in front of him, and straighten your shoulders. You had had just about enough of your brothers crap.

"I think you should back off Draco. Don't want to upset daddy by making a bad first impression now do we," you state, squaring up to him. He looks at you, obviously shocked that you were actually standing in his way.

Suddenly the witch from before comes back out of the double doors, and taps your brother on the shoulder with a newspaper, startling him even more. He glares at you before walking back over to where his friends were.

"We're ready for you now. Come with me," the witch that you still didn't know the name of states before spinning around and leading you all into a huge room. There wasn't a word that could describe how large the room was. There were four long tables arranged where hundreds of kids were sitting, making a long aisle down to the front of the room.

Candles floated in midair about twenty feet above all of the tables, along side four different colored flags. One was a bright red with a lion, another yellow, with a badger, and another with an eagle. But the one that kinda creeped you out the most was the green one with the snake. After having read so many books about Hogwarts and its history, you had the house colors, and names memorized. You also knew all of their traits, and of all the houses, Gryffindor was the one you were hoping for. It would surely disappoint your entire family, but you didn't want to follow in their footsteps.

Your shot out of your thoughts by a voice speaking again.

"Now when I call your name, you will come forth, I shall place the sorting hat on your head, and it will sort you into your house." She unrolls a list of some sort, and starts reading names off of it.

"Hermione Granger!"

Hermione walked up, mumbling to herself about staying calm.

"Mental that one. I'm telling you," Ron tells you and Harry, making you giggle.

After a minute the sorting hat shouts, "Gryffindor," and Hermione struts off to the Gryffindor table.

"Draco Malfoy!"

You watch as he walked up to the stool, and before the sorting hat could even touch his head it announced, "Slytherin."

"There's not a witch or wizard who went bad that wasn't in Slytherin," Ron comments, and you look back at him with a small glare, and Harry smacks him on the arm. "Sorry," he mumbles.

"Susan Bones."

She went through the list, and people got particularly excited when she called Harry's name. It took the hat a lot longer to decide his house, but eventually it chose Gryffindor.

About five students later she called the name you dreaded to hear.

"(Y/n) Malfoy."

Your breath caught in your throat as you slowly walked up to the stool and sat down. Once again, just like with Harry, murmurs could be heard throughout the Great Hall. Most people didn't even know you existed, because your parents kept you away from most people.

"Wow, this is interesting. We have a Malfoy with no Slytherin like traits. Now what should I do with you? Let's see bravery, courage, and loyalty."

Mentally you were begging the sorting hat to put you in Gryffindor, or maybe Ravenclaw.

"I think we'll have to go with... Gryffindor!"

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding and stood up before skipping over to the Gryffindor table. There were cheers and applause, but mostly whispers of shock. After all, you were the first Malfoy to ever be put in Gryffindor.

*Time Skip*
(Your all in your 6th year) (Btw this is the longest time skip I have ever done, so NEW RECORD! Lol)

"Ugh," you groan, slamming your book shut and letting your forehead fall down on it. "This one has absolutely no information about Amortentia either. I mean why the heck is the book named A Guide to Love Potions, but it can't tell me anything about the most powerful love potion in the world," you whine.

There were seven books stacked in the middle of the table that you, Ron, and Harry were sitting at. Harry had three more stacked at his side while he was searching through another one, and you couldn't see him due to the tall stack of books, but you swear you could hear Ron snoring on the other side of the table. You kicked your leg out, and nailed him in the shin, making him jump, and confirming your assumptions.

"Ow! Harry," he accuses.

"Hey don't look at me! It was her!" Ron leans around the book pile to glare at you while you just smile sweetly and bat your eyelashes. Eventually he groans and slumps back in his chair.

"We've been in here for ages, and we haven't found anything that will actually be helpful. Harry do you think you could bribe Slughorn into giving all of us an O. Or even an A will do," Ron practically begs. Once again you kick your leg out and hit him in the shin. "Would you cut that out," he exclaims. You kick your leg out again, and you and Ron start having a who-can-kick-the-other-the-hardest battle.

"Seriously you two! Do I need to go get Hermione," Harry scolds, making you and Ron's heads shoot up and look at Harry with wide eyes.

"No please don't!"

"Spare us will you kind sir!"

Before Harry can answer, a blondheaded boy walks up to the table making you scowl.

"Potter! What are you doing with my sister!"

"Draco back off him. You know were friends. What do you want," you scoff.

"I need to show you something," he states, and spins around as if you were a house elf who had no choice but to follow him.

"That's not good enough. What do you want," you stand up from your seat, and square your shoulders. He mutters something inaudible under his breath before turning back towards you.

"Mother and Father sent a letter, and it's for both of us," he snaps. You stare him down for a minute before groaning and turning back to Ron and Harry.

"I'll be right back guys," you say with a frown.

It looks like Harry is about to protest, but Draco grabs your arm and pulls you out of the library. He starts dragging you down corridors, and through hallways, until you both got to a secluded part of the castle that definitely was not the owlry.

"Draco what is going- ah!"

In two seconds he had spun you around, and was now aiming his wand at your head.

"I need your help with something very important. This may be your one shot to prove yourself to mum and dad, so are you going to listen to me to not," he snaps.

"What the hell are you talking about? What do you want," you ask, your breath catching in your throat. Your brother had his wand aimed at your head, and there was no one around to help you, so you were allowed to be a little scared.

"I can't tell you, cause you might go and snitch to your friends, but answer this. Do you want to make mum and dad proud or not?"

The question causes you to go speechless for a minute. Even though they were mean, pathetic, and sometimes cruel people, they were still your parents, and you remember when it used to be your only wish for them to see you the way they saw Draco.

"Yes," you whisper. "But not your way," you finish. Draco made them proud by acting the way they did, mean, pathetic, and cruel, and you didn't want that to be the reason your parents loved and adored you.

"No. No I won't help you." His hand flinches, and he grips his wand tighter as you step away from him slowly. His hand twitches again, and it looks like he's about to send a curse at you, but nothing comes out of his mouth.

Eventually you get close enough to the corner of the hallway, and you spin around, sprinting around the corner. You don't stop running until your three hallways away, and two floors up. You didn't know what Draco wanted your help with, but you assumed it wasn't good. There had been meetings with Voldemort at your parents house, and all you knew was that he was trying to kill Harry, but that much had always been obvious. You weren't able to remember anything else, or focus long enough, because just being in the same house as Voldemort had you writhing in pain in your bedroom. The thought makes you cringe, and you reach up to press your fingers to the back of your neck.

After a few minutes of catching your breath, you walk back to the library, and make your way towards your table with Ron and Harry.

"Hey what was that about," Ron asks, making Harry spin around to look at you. He visibly sighs in relief, and you almost laugh. He was very protective of you in a brotherly way. Sometimes it was annoying, but others it was straight up funny.

"Oh just a letter from mum and dad," you fib, not wanting to tell them what actually happened with Draco.

Ron shrugs his shoulders, and Harry seems to accept the answer, so you sit back down, and double check all of the books to see if you can finish the stupid paper.

Hey guys! So this is part 1! I will be coming out with a part two soon! Please send requests, and comment what you think, and if you have any constructive criticism for me! I would love to hear what you think of my writing!

I hope you are all staying safe and healthy!

Annie