Once a Malfoy

AUTHORS NOTE: Definitely not my best piece of work. I just found this in My Documents from way back when and decided to publish it. If you want a real sample of my work, see what else I\'ve written. I promise you it is better than this.

DISCLAIMER: All the British witches and wizards in this fic were not created by me. J.K. Rowling takes that credit. However, Samantha Burns and her family and friends are mine, all mine.
SPOILER WARNING: This story may contain traces of the currently published Harry Potter books. If you have already read the currently published Harry Potter books, you may proceed. If you haven\'t, I suggest you leave this page and do not return here until u have finished your reading.

CHAPTER ONE - When the Wind Changes

Samantha Burns was woken up early the second day of summer holidays by a gleam of light shining through the opening in her curtains. Turning over, she took a look at her clock. It was seven o\'clock in the morning. \"Damn,\" she muttered. Having woken up even earlier the day before, Samantha was extraordinarily tired.

An hour later, Samantha got out of bed. Her mom was already downstairs in the kitchen, making breakfast. \"Hello, dear,\" she said as Samantha walked into the room, \"Have a nice sleep?\"

Samantha glowered at her mother. \"What do you think?\" she replied as she tripped over thin air and then collapsed into a chair besides the kitchen table. Putting her forehead down on the table, she continued in a muffled voice, \"Do I normally walk into a room and act like I have a hangover? I don\'t think so.\" Her head lifted as she heard a soft clunk beside her.

\"Breakfast,\" said Samantha\'s mom quite happily, \"eggs and bacon, just the way you like them.\" She opened her mouth to say something, paused and said it anyways. \"Er- Samantha. There’s something I wanted to tell you.\"

Stopping her ravenous shoveling, Samantha looked towards her mother who continued talking, \"Well, Gringotts is having trouble hiring people in England at the moment and as we have a lot of workers here, I volunteered to transfer to the England location.\" She said all this very quickly, as if to make it as painless as possible. Wide eyed and food filled mouth halfway open, Samantha stared.

“Don’t tell me,” Samantha yelled, “we have to move! You always do this to me! You always ruin my life even when it’s perfect the way it is!” Her mother made to speak but Samantha continued ranting, “Don’t bother making excuses. All you have to tell me is when we leave.”

“A week from today,” answered Samantha’s mom very timidly, “You may want to start packing soon.” At this, Samantha stormed out of the kitchen and up the stairs to her bedroom.

As soon as Samantha reached her bedroom, she walked over to desk, took out a quill and a bunch of parchment and started writing. Each piece of parchment said the same thing, “I’m moving to England in a week. Write back.” Samantha than walked out of her room, holding on to the seven pieces of parchment she had written on, and towards the attic. When she arrived in the dusty, dark space, she made her way towards the far side of the room where two owls perched fast asleep.

Prodding the small burrowing owl awake, she explained to him what was going on, “Sorry to wake you Digger, but you have to give these to Sarah, Rachel, Lindsey, Debra, Stephanie, Chelsey and Eric. They all have to know I’m moving and that we have to get together to do something.” The owl looked dolefully into Samantha’s eyes, “Thanks Digger,” her eyelids now becoming damp, “You can have a long rest when you get back.” Giving Digger one last stroke before he flew away, she watched him soar into the distance.

A week later Samantha was on a muggle flying machine headed towards London. She had gotten together with each of her best friends separately. With Sarah she had gone to Side Street, which was a Wizard shopping center. Rachel and herself had raced their brooms against each other and tossed the quaffle between them. Lindsey couldn’t leave her house so they had spent an enjoyable day playing Exploding Snap in her living room. Debra had offered to help Samantha pack so they spent the whole day reminiscing about every little thing Samantha had in her room. She had spent an unforgettable day with Stephanie, her very best friend, crying in Stephanie’s bedroom, remembering all the good times they had had together. Chelsey had wanted to do something fun so she had dragged Samantha to a children’s quidditch game and laughed uncontrollably at their antics.

Now, all of these meetings had been hard on Samantha, but none of them could compare to her farewell with Eric. Eric was her boyfriend of two years and as far as they were concerned, they were deep in love. Being muggle-born, Eric wasn’t allowed into the wizarding community very often. His parents were still a little skeptical about him going where they couldn’t. So they spent the day together going to muggle attractions. Samantha was used to this by now but she was still amazed at some of the more extravagant muggle contraptions such as the cell phone and the microwave. However, Samantha didn’t let this get in the way of their last day together. Eric took her to the movie theatres, the arcade, the muggle shopping center, the beach and his house where they spent the rest of the evening watching television.

On the day Samantha was set to leave, all of her friends arrived at the airport to see her off. They had all brought presents and together they had made a scrapbook of the last five years they had had together. She was now staring at this scrapbook in her window seat on the plane, her eyes watering, wondering if she would ever see any of them again. Her mother, who was seated beside Samantha, glanced over in her direction and saw the tears forming in her eyes. Leaning over, her mother gave her a hug and a small kiss on the forehead. “It will be alright dear,” she said soothingly, “You will make lots of new friends at Hogwarts. Plus,” she added smiling, “I heard Harry Potter is in your year, you might just end up in some of his classes.” This cheered Samantha slightly. She continued to stare at the scrapbook longingly but she no longer had tears streaming down her face.

It was a long plane ride to the London airport but Samantha wasn’t happy that it was over. In fact, she was downright petrified at the prospect of a whole new life. She didn’t know very much about Great Britain and some of the people around scared her a little bit. Unfortunately, the person that scared her the most was the one that had been sent to meet Samantha and her family. Walking towards them was a man with a bowler hat tipped over one eye, his face rugged and scarred. There was an odd clunking noise with every other step of his and when he reached out a hand to shake her father’s, mother’s and her hand in turn she could see and feel places where flesh should be but wasn’t.

“Hello there,” he growled, “You must be the Burns from North America. My name is Alastor Moody and I am to show you your way around for a few days. First stop is the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley. You’ll be staying there while your new home is being prepared. Follow me please.” Alastor Moody then led us out of the airport to the far end of the parking lot where a single old car stood parked, looking lonely. After unlocking the doors, he opened the trunk and put the Burns’ luggage inside. It all fit quite nicely, with a little room to spare. “It’s magically modified by my dear friend Arthur Weasley. He’s got a boy about your age I think,” he added thoughtfully while turning to look at Samantha, “Sixth year, am I right?”

“Yes, sir,” replied Samantha hurriedly, “Finished my fifth year with twelve owls, sir,” she added thinking she may as well answer the question thoroughly.
Alastor Moody chuckled, “Well, I think you will have some fine competition at Hogwarts. There’s a muggle-born witch in your year, Hermione Granger, she is top in everything. Someone told me that in her third year she scored three hundred twelve percent on her final Muggle Studies exam,” he laughed again, “Anyways, its time for us to get going, Tom is expecting you.” He then got in the car, gesturing for the rest of you to do the same and drove off.
The car ride to the Leaky Cauldron was very quick. It seemed that no sooner had Samantha sat down in the seat than she had to get back out again. As she stepped out of the car, she caught her first sight of the Leaky Cauldron. She had automatic doubts about this outwardly trashy looking building. It seemed as if the outside building had not been cleaned in years.

Alastor Moody led the way towards the door, bowing each of the Burns in as he held the door open. Samantha was the first one into the bar area. There waiting for them, was a stooped, elderly man. “Why, hello there miss,” he said, his face breaking out into a slightly lopsided grin, “You must be Lady Samantha.” At this he took Samantha’s hand and bowed.

It was all she could do to keep herself from laughing but somehow she managed to smile without giggling. “Yes, I am,” she answered, looking over her shoulder for her parents or even Alastor Moody. “And who may you be?” she asked as politely as possible, for she knew it sounded slightly rude.

The stooped man smiled eerily once again, “Tom,” he said simply. He then looked past Samantha towards the entrance, where her parents now where carrying the luggage. Hurriedly, Tom shuffled past Samantha to make acquaintances with her parents. She took this opportunity to look at her surroundings. The bar was quite as dusty as the outside of the Leaky Cauldron but none the less it still seemed to hold much warmth and actually looked quite comfortable. At many of the tables sat witches and wizards talking, smoking, drinking and eating. There were other witches and wizards exiting and entering through a back door. Samantha was about to walk towards this door when Tom came back and told her to follow him.
Tom led them up a pair of creaky stairs to a landing where many numbered doors stood closed. Approaching one, he tapped the door handle and said “Alohomora.” The door opened instantly. He continued to the door beside the first and did the same thing. Showing Samantha’s mother and father into the first room, he smiled at Samantha and bowed her into the second room. She turned around to say thank you but Tom was already creeping back down the stairs. She walked further into the room and sighed. This was going to be more difficult than she thought.

Samantha awoke the next morning with a rumbling stomach. So she hurriedly got dressed and went downstairs. There she found Tom already serving breakfast to her parents. As she sat down besides them, Tom hurried out of the room and back in again clutching a letter in his hands. He handed it to Samantha and asked her what she wanted to eat. She placed her order and as Tom was leaving the room she opened the envelope. It was from Hogwarts. The first piece of parchment read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards

Dear Ms. Burns,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress

Samantha smiled up at her mother and continued on to the second piece of parchment. This one was a list of required equipment.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Uniform
New students will require:
1) Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2) One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3) One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4) One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils’ clothes should carry name tags


Set Books
All students should have a copy of each of each of the following:
- The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 6) by Miranda Goshawk
- A history of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
- An Expert’s Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
- One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
- Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
- Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
- The Monster Book of Monsters by Hannibal Bitterly
- Unfogging the Future by Cassandra Vablatsky
- Home Life and Social Habbits of British Muggles by John Smith

Other Equipment
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad

Her mother leaned over to look at the equipment list. “Well good thing we are where we are,” she said, “we can get all your new equipment during the next few days. What’s that other piece or parchment, honey?” she added, catching sight of yet another addition to the letter. Holding up the parchment, Samantha realized it was a permission form of some sort so she gave it straight to her mother.

“Mom,” she thought suddenly, her long blonde hair whipping her in the face as she turned quickly to look at her mother, “did they transfer our gold to vault here already?” Her mother nodded. “Is it alright if I go get my stuff by myself?” Again she nodded. “Well, I’m done eating, could I go now?” Her mother drew a large golden key out of her pocket and handed it to Samantha. “Thanks mom.” Then she went out the back door.

Samantha had guessed that this was the entrance to the large shopping area called Diagon Alley. She had heard other witches and wizards talking about it. However, she couldn’t figure out how to get into Diagon Alley if her life depended on it. So, Samantha waited for the next person to come by to ask. A few minutes later, a young wizard, about her age, and with the exact same color eyes and hair walked forwards. “Excuse me,” she said quickly as the boy took out his wand. He looked over in her direction, frowning, looked Samantha up and down, smiled and walked towards her.

“Hello,” he said in a cheery voice, his gray eyes glittering, “how can I be of service this fine morning.” As he said this, he bowed. When he was level again, he winked.

Just like the boy, Samantha quickly took the boy in at a glance. “Well, I was just wondering how to get into Diagon Alley.” The boy didn’t say anything but his grin seemed to falter.

“What house are you in?” he asked. Samantha just stared at him blankly. The boys grin returned instantly. “I see. you’re new to these parts then. No problem. Come on, I’ll teach you how to get through.” He held out his hand, which Samantha hesitantly took, and pulled her towards a brick wall on the far side of the yard. “Now,” he continued, “you see this trash bin right here?” she nodded, “Well, all you have to do is tap this brick right here…” he pointed at a brick three bricks up and two across from the garbage can.

Once again hesitant, Samantha drew out her wand. She was deeply in love with this wand. For starters, it was highly unusual. Secondly, she had used it to get out of many horrible situations. The wood, white holly, was extremely rare, it was the smallest size it could be (eight inches) and the core was a phoenix feather which had been taken from the tail of a phoenix that had burst into flame and had not been reborn from the ashes. None the less, Samantha cherished it and polished it often, even though it barely needed it.

The white wood gleamed in the bright light and the boy stared at the wand in awe. “Wow,” he said “I’ve never seen a wand like that.” He shook his head, as if coming out of a daze and continued with his lesson. “Anyways, all you have to do is that tap brick three times and the entrance will be revealed. Go on give it a try.”

Trying hard to remember which brick the boy had pointed at; Samantha tapped the brick two up and three across from the garbage can. As she was tapping the second time, a loud noise began to grow and she heard a few people scream. The boy quickly stopped her from tapping a third time. “Er-not the right brick,” he said chuckling slightly. He took Samantha’s wand hand, and gently moved it so that the wand was now on the brick she was supposed to be tapping.

Blushing slightly out of embarrassment, she tapped the brick three times. Immediately, the brick wall began to shift, creating an opening and revealing a magnificent sight. In front of her were what seemed like hundreds upon hundreds of wizarding shops. Of course Samantha had seen these types of shops before. They were, in fact, comparable to those that she could’ve found in Side Street, near her old home. Side Street had nothing on Diagon Alley though. Her head was moving every which way so as to catch a glimpse of everything within her sight. The boy must’ve noticed this, for he didn’t say anything to Samantha till she had looked back towards him.

He was smiling once more and when he talked, it was in a very compassionate sort of voice. “I suppose you need to buy all of your new school supplies then?” Samantha nodded, “I’ll show you around Diagon Alley if you need help getting around. I still need to buy my new books and get a new set of school robes anyways so it will be no problem.” Samantha nodded again and smiled graciously back at the boy.

The boy spent the rest of the day showing Samantha around Diagon Alley. First they had gone to Gringotts where Samantha had to get Galleons out of their new vault. Then it was off to Madam Malkins to get school robes. They then made their way to Flourish and Blotts to buy Samantha’s new school books. Being a sixth year new student in a school meant that Samantha had to buy a lot of heavy, new books. The boy offered to carry them for her.

Flourish and Blotts was the last store that Samantha had to visit, so they dropped off her new supplies in her room at the Leaky Cauldron and then continued the trip around Diagon Alley. Samantha and the boy walked around the stores until seven o’clock which was when the boy said he was supposed to meet his father. They hugged their goodbyes and the boy started walking away. Before Samantha could stop herself she was yelling out to him, “My name is Samantha Burns by the way. What’s yours?”

The boy stopped walking, turned around and smiled. “My name is Malfoy. Draco Malfoy,” and without another word, he spun around on the spot and continued walking.