Daughter of Evil

Meeting Draco

Alexia p.o.v.

"I think that's the last of my things." I mumble to myself. My mother never took me to Platform 9 3/4. Not once. She had to deal with the Dark Lord, so I just walked by myself. I didn't care though. She didn't even acknowledge me when I was around anyway.

I walk to Kings Cross Station dragging my heavy trunk behind me. I quickly run through 9 and 10, careful not to be seen by watching Muggles. I hated Muggles. They were complete filth who's only purpose was to serve people of magical blood.

As I enter Platform 9 3/4 I gaze around at all the parents bidding good bye to their children. I feel a hint of jealousy, deep down, wishing my mother would be here wishing me good bye. I know she would never do such a thing. Her sole purpose was the Dark Lord and him only. I came second.

I sigh and keep walking, clumsily bumping into a wall. My forehead smacks into into it and I feel blood dripping down from my head. I curse under my breath making my foul mood even worse.

"Are you alright?"

I look up in the direction of where the voice was coming from. A boy about my age with white blond hair. He looked extremely familiar...

"Never better." I lie looking at his grey eyes.

"Have we met before? You look like..." He asks looking at my pale face and long raven hair.

"Bellatrix LeStrange's daughter. Yeah that's me." I say, immediately feeling my cheeks grow warm. I hated being compared to my mother. Let's just say she's not the most normal of people. She's a bit... psychotic. Cough cough "I killed Sirius Black!" That really was uncalled for, even for my standards.

The boy doesn't look too surprised. "You look like her. Wait, you're my cousin! Narcissa's my mum."

"Draco, right?

"That would be correct." He says flashing me a grin. I roll my eyes.

"Nice to see you, Draco."