A Young Goddess

by Nayanya Potter

Disclaimer: I do not own Hogwarts. I do not own Ginny, Draco, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Lily, or Lucius. I do not own Dumbledore, Snape, McGonagal, Professor Binns Padma Patil, or Pansy Parkinson. I do not own the Grey Lady, Nearly Headless Nick, the Fat Friar, or the Bloody Baron. I do not own Peeves the Poltergeist. I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters in the books. If I did, my name would be JK Rowling. If I were JK, I would get my stories published instead of putting them on . Think about it.

Claimer: I am not JK Rowling, but the characters not in the original four book belong to me.

Part One: The Return of Evil

Ginny turned over in bed, opening her eyes to see that it was not dawn, but still the darkest part of the night. She moved her head, just enough to see if any of the children had entered the bedroom. Aside from a few steady shadows, though, the room was empty. She tried to move, but couldn't because Draco's arm was wrapped too tightly around her waist. "Draco." She said, pushing at his arm. He mumbled something incoherent, and pulled her closer. "Draco!" She twisted around and squirmed out of his arms.

She sighed and then carefully detached herself from the sheets tangling themselves around her legs. The moonlight was clear, shining through the window, the sky behind it black and still.

Ginny stretched, then swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Pulling on her robe and slippers, she decided to go downstairs and fix herself a cup of warm milk.

A faint tightening of the stomach, an uneasiness in her mind… as she always did whenever one of the children had a nightmare. It was that which awakened her in the dark of night, and she would usually wait for the soft patter of a child's footsteps in the hallway, wait for them to open the door, peer in silently, and then she would sit up and ask them if they had a nightmare. Always, they would nod and ask if it would be alright for them to sleep with her.

Tonight, she had that feeling, but so far no child had come to her door. Not Alyssa, who seldom came anyway, as she felt that at eleven years old, she was too old to be scared of nightmares; not Annikah, who was four and had no scruples about running, terrified, through the hallway, or about merely going and sleeping in her parents' bed for the company; and not Randon or Robert, the twins, two and a half years old…

Certainly not Kristine, the baby, only four months old…

Then Ginny heard a faint wailing, the sound of a child rudely awakened from sleep, and she rushed from her bedroom and down the short hallway to the nursery, where Kristine slept.

She opened the door and saw nothing wrong, the little girl wasn't screaming or crying, merely expressing her displeasure at being so abruptly awakened. Ginny tiptoed up to the cradle, lifting her youngest daughter, with her curly black hair and light gray eyes, and cuddling her close.

Kristine, apparently recognizing her mother, and comforted by the familiar presence, immediately quieted. She cooed softly, then closed her eyes, making a hushed gurgle.

"She's a beautiful child, isn't she?" A soft, harsh voice hissed from behind her, whispering in her ear.

Ginny froze. Her arms tightened unconsciously around the now sleeping girl, and she felt her heartbeat race. She could feel his lips brushing her ear, his warm breath falling on her skin, which fairly tingled with revulsion. She knew that voice, she knew that voice and thought that she had been free of him for years…

"Thought I was dead, didn't you, love?" The voice continued, mocking her, laughter and cold amusement behind the words. "Poor dear… you thought I was gone all this while. You should have learned, my dear Virginia… you can never trust you eyes." He laughed, briefly. "What's the matter, Virginia? Afraid to look at me? Come now… turn around."

She had no choice, she knew. Ginny slowly turned around, frightened nearly out of her mind, and she raised her eyes and looked at him, wanting to shiver when she saw the cold gray eyes, the pale blond hair that was so much like Draco's… He was standing not six inches from her, his tall profile outlined in moonlight, the wall of the nursery pale beside him.

Half expecting for him to acquire fangs and lunge at her, Ginny shrank back, only to have him step closer to her.

He smiled at her, the cold eyes glittering madly. "It's really a pity, my dear." He said in a soft, melodious voice. "If my son hadn't gotten in the way, I might have taken you for myself…" he reached out and stroked her cheek, laughing briefly when she flinched away. "Does my touch make your skin crawl?" He whispered, as if the thought excited him. "Are you afraid of me, Virginia?" He asked, eagerly.

Yes, Ginny wanted to say. Your touch feels like death, like being touched by a rotting corpse, makes me feel dirty, you are horrible, a disgusting, foul old man… I hate you, I hate you… But she was too frightened of him, she couldn't make her lips form the words.

"You are afraid of me." He concluded, studying her face intently. He stepped closer to her, and Ginny shrank back, terrified. Lucius reached out gently and took Kristine from her, moving her arms out of the way and then resting the child against his shoulder as if she were his own.

Ginny felt a sudden sickening terror… Lucius had her baby. He had her baby and there was nothing she could do, nothing to stop the maniacal gleam in his eye, nothing to make him give her the child back, nothing she could do…. She could only watch as Lucius bent and kissed her daughter's raven-black locks. He raised his eyes and caught her gaze.

"Once," Lucius said, his eyes taking on a gleam of anger and insanity, "once, you and my son were the downfall of the Dark Lord. But you did not take his followers, the Death Eaters, with you, and that shall prove to be a fatal mistake." His voice was bitter and deadly, the look on his face only accentuating the cold and quiet misplaced dignity in his speech. "Now, they are my supporters, they will follow me into greatness. And now," he smiled at her. "now you can do nothing. You have tried to destroy me and failed, and such shall happen if you attempt to do so again. Be warned, Virginia Malfoy… when I have gained the world, the first to die will be your daughters… all of them, for causing me pain." He looked at the little girl sleeping peacefully in his arms, and then turned his gaze to her mother, sneering at the horrified look on her face. "Would you like me to start now?" He whispered to her, his eyes wide and excited. "Would you like me to kill her, now…" He turned and placed the baby on her changing table, and then removed a dagger from a hidden fold in his robes.

"You wouldn't want me to kill her, would you, dearest?" he whispered, suddenly reaching out and grabbing her wrist. He twisted it painfully, and Ginny cried out. "You don’t like pain, do you?" He hissed. "You don't want me to do that to your daughter, do you?"

Ginny gasped, finally managing to say one simple word… "No."

"Ah…" He said. "That is what I expected. You are too noble to sacrifice another's life for your own." He shook his head. "You Gryffindors make me sick, you know that? But, no matter…" he reached out and grabbed her chin. "You are still, at least, beautiful." He said.

She couldn't move, for he had one hand gripping her wrist in such a way that to move cause pain, and his hand on her chin, though it might have looked inconspicuous, was so strong that she felt it might leave a bruise. Lucius smiled at her, and lowered his head as if to kiss her, and Ginny knew that she couldn't let him do it, and wrenched herself from his grasp, though it caused her great pain and her wrist felt as if it was broken.

Lucius smiled at her, not moving closer for the time being.

Ginny closed her eyes, wishing desperately that this was nothing but a nightmare, and that she could wake up and be rid of it forever, but she knew it was not so. She finally found her voice, and managed to choke out a question. "How… how…?" She stammered. "How is it possible…?" She whispered hoarsely. "You should be dead."

He laughed. "I do not know the answer to that," He answered honestly. "But for that I am immortal, Virginia, for all attempts to kill me have failed. Oh, but four years ago… then you almost succeeded, for my powers had been sucked dry, my life almost gone. But I prevailed, and I shall always do so. How you managed to render me helpless for the better part of a year, and have to spend two years recovering, I shall never know… But do remember this, Virginia," His voice again menacing and dangerous, "The world may think that they are safe, but you know the truth… the Death Eaters once again have a leader."

He leaned closer to her, until she was forced to take a step back, and then another. And then she had backed herself into a corner, and Lucius Malfoy loomed over her, his smile glittering in the darkness. His hand reached up and stroked her cheek again, first his thumb running along her jaw line, then down her neck to rest on her collarbone. "So beautiful…" he murmured, his lips whispering against her ear.

Inside, Ginny was crying, screaming. Let me go, let me go, her mind sobbed. Give me back my baby and let me go… don't touch me, you worthless scum… in the back of her mind though, lurked an unspeakable terror, that he wouldn't let her go, that he would….

And then he stepped back, looked carefully at her panic-stricken and tear-streaked face, and then nodded, as if satisfied. He turned and picked up the baby, and then strode across the room, still holding Kristine. Ginny felt her mind slowly crumbling as he took her baby away from her. He stopped by the crib and then gently lay the sleeping baby down, caressed her face much as he had caressed Ginny's moments before…

Then he was gone, he simply flicked out like a candle flame, and Ginny, now alone in the room, collapsed in relief, shivering and crying. Her back pressed against the wall, she shuddered and began to cry. "This isn't possible…" She wept.

But her mind knew and acknowledged what she could not… Lucius Malfoy was back, and was just as deadly as when he had been a demon.

She wept for hours, until she felt that she couldn’t shed a single tear, she felt too dry and drained. Then she pulled herself to her feet and walked over to the cradle. Kristine was blissfully asleep, her little hand curled up against her chin. The sight soothed Ginny beyond belief, and she managed to take a few deep breaths, calm her reeling mind, and then kiss her daughter gently on the cheek.

I have to talk to Draco about this, Ginny decided, though she knew that she could have kept the encounter secret if she wanted. It seemed unthinkable to keep it from him, though she knew it would probably hurt him more than he would ever admit…

She walked down the stairs, trembling, and in the kitchen, she stared at the white tiles and the pine countertops, the white and brown trimmed with a dark forest green. Suddenly she snapped out of it, and began to prepare a mug of hot chocolate.

"Aah…" She sighed when she finally took a sip of the rich, hot beverage, loaded with marshmallows, just the way she liked it. "Hot chocolate is truly a comfort drink." She looked out the window and into the night, where it was still early. Looking at the clock, she saw that it was 3:00 A.M.

"Mommy?"

Ginny turned and saw Alyssa, dressed in her white silk pajamas, looking for all the world like an angel, even as she was rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "Yes, honey?" Ginny asked, her voice calm and controlled like it always was, and she silently thanked God or the Gods or whatever deity it was that had made hot chocolate with all it's healing purposes.

"Had a nightmare." Alyssa said, by way of explanation. She observed the mug of hot chocolate in her mother's hand. "You too?" She asked.

"Yeah." Ginny agreed. "Hot chocolate?" she offered, getting another mug. Alyssa nodded her sleepy approval, and then they sat together, sipping their drinks, in silence.

A few minutes later, they heard the soft patter of feet, and then Randon peeked in, his sleepy face surrounded by messy red-gold curls, hazel eyes blinking at them for a minute before deciding it was safe to enter the kitchen. Not saying a word, he crawled into his mothers lap and, one arm wrapped tightly around her neck, promptly went to sleep.

As soon as Ginny and Alyssa finished their chocolate, Ginny rose, and, carefully holding her youngest son, guided Alyssa back to her bedroom, tucked her in, and then carried Randon to the bedroom he shared with his brother. She kissed his forehead, heard him murmur something in his sleep, and then went back to her bedroom, where she sat on the side of the bed, at peace but completely unable to sleep.

When the first rays of light peeked through the bedroom window, indicating dawn and the start of a new day, Draco woke up. Ginny let his rub the remnants of sleep out of his eyes before she turned to him and sighed. "Draco." She said, "We need to talk."

Darkness.

All around her, shadows swirled, running together and then separating. Their dance was hypnotic, beautiful, but the malevolence within it made them repulsive. Barbaric.

Behind the shadows, demons lurked. Not strong enough to break the chains of light that held them, they didn't fight or try to attack her. Instead, they just stood still, snarling at her and glaring with their burning red eyes.

A single one, burning a brilliant red, with eyes as dark as pools of blood, smiled at her, showing teeth that were miles long and had the blood of a thousand children on them.

Alyssa threw herself from the vision, and was then standing in her room, breathing heavily but by no means in danger. She looked around, at the tastefully decorated room, done in complete opposites… This time, it was a pearl white, with a delicate, metallic pink sheen, and black, ever so slightly tinted to be green.

It was probably the nicest she had ever decorated her room, because she was inclined to like opposites… red and green, yellow and purple, blue and orange… they all looked horrible together, but this room was nice. The walls were painted that beautiful black, with a tinge of metal green, and the bedcovers and furniture were all peachy pearl, the carpet black. Most people who saw her room thought of it as gothic, or bizarre, hinting to her parents that their child wasn't right… but Alyssa liked it. So what if she decorated it bizarrely? What business of that was theirs?

"Alyssa!" She heard her mom call. "Breakfast's ready, you might want to come down before the twins eat it all!"

Alyssa knew there was truth in her mom's words… the twins, adorable as they were, also had vivacious appetites that sometimes led her and others to stare in amazement as they wolfed down dish after dish of her mother's good cooking.

She ran down the stairs and entered the kitchen, where her mother and her siblings were crowded around the table. "Hey, honey!" Her mother said cheerfully, detaching herself from Robbie's grasp and giving her oldest daughter a hug. "Ready to go to Diagon Alley today?" She asked, before having to nearly wrestle Robbie to the ground to stop him from tipping a bowlful of oatmeal over his little sister's head.

Her father, who was leaning up against the island, a cup of coffee in his hand, gave her his traditional good-morning hug and a peck on the forehead. "'Morning, baby." He said cheerfully.

Alyssa smiled at him. "Are you really going to take me to Diagon Alley, daddy?" She asked eagerly. She never felt weird about calling him daddy, though sometimes it seemed babyish. She always referred to him as 'my dad' when she was talking to her friends, but it was always 'Daddy' when she was talking to him.

"Sure am, baby." He replied, still smiling. "Been looking forward to it, too! My daughter, all grown up and going to Hogwarts!" He grinned at her, then leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Cross your fingers and pray that you're a Ravenclaw."

Alyssa couldn't help but laugh at that. "Why's that?" she asked.

He looked at her, a smirk threatening to break through his solemn expression. "Because," He said in a serious voice, "if you're a Gryffindor, I'll give you hell. If you're a Slytherin, your mother will try not to give you hell, but she'll do it anyways. If you're a Hufflepuff, I will lose any respect that I might have had for you, and so will anyone else in the school. And therefore the only safe house is Ravenclaw."

Alyssa grinned at him. "But," She added, "If I'm in Ravenclaw, Mione's going to give me hell, after me to keep up my grades, and I'll have to do work, as well as all that crap you have me doing on the summer holidays-"

Ginny, overhearing the conversation, interrupted. "That's not crap, Alyssa!" it's a very important part of your education, and just because it happens to be Math, Science, English, and other things that you think are totally useless…"

"They are useless!" Alyssa said defensively. "I mean, come on, Mommy! Its completely useless! I'm a seer! There's absolutely no point in me learning mathematics, considering how I'm going to be a seer, and how the invention of the calculator made it pretty much trivial-"

"Trivial or not, you, as my daughter, will not be growing up illiterate, ignorant, or stupid. And there's not a thing that you can say to change my mind about that, Alyssa Malfoy." Ginny said, her voice having the ring of finality to it.

Alyssa sighed and turned to her father. "Daddy, you never had to learn any of this, did you?" She asked plaintively.

The look on his face was bordering on amusement. "As a matter of fact, Alyssa." Her father started. "I had to learn English, Math, Science, French, Spanish, Latin, Greek, four Chinese dialects, Business, technology, advanced magic, as well as hand to hand combat, archery, horseback riding, and fencing." He said, trying not to laugh. "And I had to do it during the school year as well, and not get caught up in a summer school if I fell behind."

Alyssa scowled at him, sorry she'd asked. She kept forgetting about him and his miserable childhood, and she said as much.

Ginny laughed at them both, and then promptly set about cleaning up the twins and the mess they made in the kitchen.

When they were all done, Ginny decided that it was a nice day to go shopping, and they left for Diagon Alley. She ambled along nicely, not rushing at all, stopping to admire a necklace in a window, a nice pair of dress shoes in another.

"Mom!" Alyssa cried impatiently. "Can you please HURRY?"

"What's the hurry?" Ginny asked, not speeding up in the slightest. "If we don't get your school shopping done today, we can come tomorrow."

Alyssa sighed, admitted defeat, and then asked if she could run ahead. The Leaky Cauldron was visible from here, and Ginny sighed and gave her consent. "But don't get anything to drink!" she called after her daughter's retreating back. "The beverages there are like poison!"

Alyssa skipped ahead, not feeling out of place at all. She ran and pulled open the door to the Leaky Cauldron, pushing her hair back out of her eyes and looking around the seedy-looking pub.

"Well, whadda we have here!" The man behind the counter gaped at her through thick glasses. "A Malfoy, if I ever saw one!" he said wonderingly. "And here Li'l ol' Bart was thinkin' you'd all been died out!"

Alyssa shot him a superior look. "You own this place?" She asked, not really interested in the answer.

"Yussir, yussir I do… " he said proudly. "Ever since the other man, he died a while back, he did. Names Bart, Bart Harvey! Pleeze cha meet you!" He beamed at her, over the counter, and Alyssa felt utterly bored. He wasn't dangerous, he wasn't interesting… he wasn't even smart.

"You be wantin' anythin' to drink?" he asked her.

Heeding her mothers warning, she shook her head, wishing that she had put it in a ponytail instead of leaving it down, and then sat on one of the stools by the bar, spinning it around and watching her feet floating a foot above the ground.

A few minutes later, her parents came in.

Ginny was in the middle of saying something, "-glad that we left them at daycare? It would be pure terror, though, with them here, always running off down the street trying to get themselves killed. Really, 'terrible twos' is a very accurate analogy." She shook her head. "Alyssa wasn't like that at all. She was the sweetest, most calm and peaceable child ever born. And Annikah wasn't anywhere near as bad, though she had her rough spots. But those twins! They're boys, so they must have a natural affinity for trouble, but they seem to be looking for it! And there are two of them!" She sniffed indignantly, then turned to Alyssa. "Ready to get your school stuffs?" she asked.

Alyssa just grinned at her.

Sighing, Ginny opened the archway to Diagon Alley. Once through, she looked around, a satisfied look on her face. "Well, we're here." She said, "And we're not dead yet. Come on, lets go get your robes first…" She looked back at Draco. "You don't mind if we charge things to your account, do you dear?" she asked, knowing he wasn't going to try denying her anything.

"Course not, darling." He grinned, a lock of silvery-blond hair falling over one eye. "You don't mind if I go get a drink, do you?" He turned and sauntered off before hearing his wife's response, because he always knew what it was. "By the way…" He said, turning around as an afterthought. "You girls better not forget… You're eleven years old, Alyssa." He said sternly. "And I'd rather you not dress so that every male in the school has his eye on you, because I really would like to leave some of them alive." That said, he turned and walked down the street.

"That's not very likely to happen," Ginny commented.

"What? You don’t think I'm pretty enough?" Alyssa asked, not at all offended. "What if I maybe got a tan…"

"If you tried to tan, you'd get nothing but a very bad case of freckles… believe me, I'm speaking from experience here! And if it managed to work anyhow, then you'd end up looking like an old woman, what with all that pale blond hair!" Ginny teased.

Alyssa grinned. "I think you have a point. Anyways, I really don't want males panting over me all that much, not till I'm older anyway."

Ginny nodded. "That's a good idea." She commented. "I agree, and I think your father will be grateful."

They stopped at Madam Gurgani's, a new robe store that had appeared when Madam Malkin had died two years before. "Hello, dear!" A slightly plump witch greeted them. "I’m Cynthia, Madam's assistant. Hogwarts?" She asked, a bright smile on her face. Her black hair was tied back in a loose bun, and her eyes were sparkling an intense blue. She didn't wait for Alyssa to give her confirmation, but lifted her onto a stool and immediately began measuring. "You're big for your age, you know that?" She asked Alyssa.

"No I'm not." Alyssa protested.

"Oh, of course you are. Not big or chubby, but definitely tall. Oh, yes, you're tall for your age all right, and with all that blond hair… you'll be a knockout." Cynthia decided. "Would you like any other colors than the traditional Hogwarts black?"

"What do you mean?" Alyssa asked. "I thought that the uniform was black robes, a black hat, a -"

"Oh, don't worry about it." Cynthia interrupted. "It's suggested, you see. The way it's written implies that black is the only color acceptable, but it simply isn't so. You can order any color in your first year so long as it isn't forest green, royal blue, red or yellow, and after your first year you can wear any color so long as it's not the color of another house. They get kind of touchy about others wearing their colors, you see."

"Oh." Alyssa stared for a second, then nodded. "That makes sense. I'll take two in powder blue, one in dark gray, one dark pink, one black with lavender hem and neckline, one white with navy embroidery."

"That's good." Cynthia wrote down the order, then nodded. "Well I'll just go and get these from the back then." She strode off purposely, pausing only to turn and yell back "Try to gain some weight at Hogwarts! You're uncommon thin." Then she disappeared behind a curtain.

Two minutes later they were on the way to get Alyssa's schoolbooks. The shopkeeper grabbed the books, shoved them at her, and gave her a bargain price - only two galleons for the lot of them - and then very rudely dismissed them by shoving them out of the front door and slamming it in their faces.

"Well…" Ginny said after a couple hours of shopping. "I think we have everything… Fred and George will be wanting to give you a few dung bombs and canary custards, sugar quills and a bit of that spray paint-"

"What spray paint?"

"Oh, this spray paint they invented, it goes on invisible, and ends up painting murals all by itself, which are only visible to people that already know about it… its confusing, but if you spray it on blackboards, the teachers don't know that the students see rabbits dancing around behind them… its exceptionally useful in potions class." Ginny's eyes took on a maniacal gleam, much like that of her brothers, Fred and George. "Spray it on Professor Snape's back if you can. He's never been able to figure out why people start snickering whenever he turns around…"

Alyssa gave her mother a worried look. "I'll just not listen to any of your advice for dealing with the professors, thank you very much." She said.

"Why ever not?" Ginny asked.

"Because if I listen to you, then every professor is nice except Snape. If I listen to dad, then every professor is a demon sent from hell, except professor Snape. So I'll get very confused. I have decided to not listen to either of you and form my own opinion when I actually get to Hogwarts." Alyssa answered. "Anyway, are you going to let me get a pet? Huh?" She asked eagerly.

"I don't know." Ginny said. "Are you going to forget to feed it like you did last time?"

"Mom!" Alyssa exclaimed, mortified. "That was a goldfish, I was five, and the damn thing was practically dead before we brought it home anyway! I was being merciful, letting the poor thing die."

"I was kidding." Ginny informed her daughter. "Actually, I am going to let you get either a cat or an owl. Toads and rats are out of the question. No matter what people say, they are vermin and will stay out of my house. Now, let's go to the menagerie."

Inside, Alyssa went straight to where the cats were being held. She studied the kittens thoughtfully, then picked up a light gray one, striped with white. "Hello kitty!" she cooed, gently stroking along his soft fur. The kitten purred.

Ginny was looking at the rest of the kittens. One of them was by itself, curled up alone in a tight black ball. "What happened to that one?" She asked the salesperson.

"Oh… The poor thing is an Elvin Cat, you see." The saleswoman said sadly. "They can't be tamed. Always vicious… the poor thing won't even take food."

Ginny sighed, then reached in and grabbed the extremely tiny ball of fur. Immediately it twisted and tried to bite and claw at her. Ginny swore as the damn thing drew blood. When she finally obtained a good hold on it, she turned to the saleswoman and said in an extremely calm voice, considering that there was blood dripping down her arm, "I think I'll take this one… and the gray that my daughter has."

The saleswoman shot her an amused look. "Okay, if that's what you want." She quickly rang up the sale, and provided Alyssa with food and instructions on how to care for her kitten. She sighed and gave Ginny an apologetic smile, clearly saying that she didn't know how to take care of, or what to feed the Elvin cat.

Ginny grinned at her. "Don’t worry about it." She said. "I have Elvin friends."

Alyssa sighed and ran her hand through her newly straightened blonde hair. She's only just gotten the nerve to ask her parents to get it done, and to her surprise they really didn't mind. It wasn't that she didn't like her wavy hair, it was exactly the opposite. It was just that it didn't work for her, to have all of this thick, golden-blond wavy hair when she was only eleven years old. So she'd gotten it cut and straightened, and it felt weird.

Her hair was now only chin length, and straight. Perfectly straight. Being used to having long, waist-length hair, Alyssa had lowered herself to running her fingers through her hair until she got used to the cut and weight of her new hairstyle.

"All ready, darling?" her father asked her, grinning.

"I've been ready for a week." Alyssa grinned back. "Nothing is going to ruin my school year, dad. Stop worrying about me."

"What makes you think I'm worrying?"

"You have worry lines around your eyes." Alyssa answered. "Don't worry, dad. I'll be fine. Hogwarts is the safest place on the planet, you know that. Not even Lucius Malfoy can get at me there."

Her father smiled at her, but Alyssa knew he was still worrying. Damn, what was wrong with them? I don't even see what the fuss is about. All this happened so long ago…I don't remember anything except the odd nightmare or two. There's really no reason to worry. Alyssa thought. Oh well, at least I'm going to Hogwarts and they can stop worrying about me and start worrying about the fact that mom's pregnant again. I wonder if she even knows?

"C'mon, lets get your stuff in the car, alright?" Draco suggested.

"Sure, daddy." Alyssa smiled. "Whatever you say."

Half an hour later they were standing on the platform, Alyssa hugging her mother goodbye. "For the last time," She giggled, "I will not get caught doing anything bad."

Ginny grinned at her. "Fred and George would be proud of you."

"For saying she won't get into trouble?" Draco asked.

"No, for saying she wouldn't get caught." Ginny laughed. "Anyways you had better get on the train, dear. The Express will be leaving soon."

Alyssa smiled and hugged her again. "Okay. Bye mum… write me every day, okay?"

She ran off and slipped onto the train, collapsing with a sigh in an empty seat. Thank god… she thought. As much as I love my parents, I'm relieved to get away from them. They probably don't know it, but they're smothering me. She turned to look out the window as the train began to move. Hogwarts, here I come.

Authorette's Note: That wasn't a cliffhanger, not because they're impossible this early in the plot, but because I thought I'd be nice for the first chapter. Only the first chapter, of course. After that you can expect not a cliffhanger every time, but at least something to wonder about. Very carefully.

So you know, Alyssa will meet people in the second chapter. This was more of a prologue, but what the hey. See that list of characters at the top? Those are the important people in the story that you don't already know. So keep an eye out for those names, because everything is important.

This story is a seven-part story. Not seven chapters, seven PARTS. Each part will be between 10 and 15 chapters. All in all, this is a long, long story. It covers seven years of Alyssa's life. This story in the end will be over 70 chapters long for those of you who care, so watch out. Do not expect it to be done anytime soon, but it will be an interesting, multi climatic story. So if you're interested in reading and like the rest of my stuff, read this. If not, then you shouldn't have read the entire chapter.

Please Review, I would appreciate it. Flames are welcome. Reviews are not required, however, so if you don't review I will still upload the next chapter. However, if I receive a large amount of reviews, I'll be obligated to update faster.

Translation: No reviews, I update two months from now. Tons of reviews, I update next week. That's not blackmail, is it??

And now a wonderful quote from the life of me… "I wanted to drive my car, and those things were in the way." "Um… Those things are pedestrians..."

Thanx for reading, and I love you all, even those that flame me.

Naya