Blessed
Sirius Black x Malfoy!ReaderĀ
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Y/N is Lucius Malfoyās twin sister who didnāt join her brother at Hogwarts until the second year. A chance event changes her whole life and now she has a secret that could get her killed, sheās not even told Lucius. When James Potter finds out and not only vows to keep her secret but also tries to help - it rubs Sirius Black up the wrong way. Why was his best mate trusting a Slytherin, a Malfoy, so close to the brink of war?
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Malfoy Manor was a grand and imposing testament to tradition and pure breeding. When your brother Lucius was away at Hogwarts it was boring. You couldn't wait for next year when you could join him and spend time away from your parents. As your twin brother you should have been able to join him this year - but illness had kept you at home.
You knew that your parents were embarrassed that their daughter had been too weak to attend her first year of school, but Dumbledore had promised that you could join your brother in the second year at the same stage as long your studies where up to date. Lucius had told you all about the Slytherin common room and he'd already handed down his first-year books for you to study. He'd told you the sort of person to avoid, the mud-bloods and the blood-traitors and you'd nodded like he expected you to, but you were excited to meet some muggle-born witches after finding a book on muggle history. You kept it hidden in your favourite tree on the Malfoy grounds. The Manor still held so much for you explore and you planned to finish seeing all the grounds before you started Hogwarts, that's why you were running, as best you could in the stiff dress mother brought you, towards the back door.
You skidded to a stop when your legs ran into a house elf and you tumbled to your knees. The house elf was up straight away, her wide eyes fearful as she tried to help you up, "Oh Miss Malfoy, please forgive me. I'm very sorry mistress!" The house elf cowered as you pushed yourself up, "Not to worry Ukle, I wasn't looking where I was going. I'm sorry, are you alright?"
"Ukle is most well Mistress, most well, the house of Malfoy is very good to Ukle." She told you bowing her head, her voice quivering. You narrowed your eyes and felt your stomach flip, Luci always told you that servants where proud to serve the Malfoy's and that you would be treated the same at Hogwarts, but you couldn't help that you didn't like it. It sounded false, she sounded...scared. Swallowing your nerves and decided to go for it, to just ask her but as you opened your mouth your mother's shrill tone hit you like a riding crop.
"You'll do well to remember how good we are to you, elf." she snapped coming from around the corner, "But I doubt you'll stay in good favour if you continue to speak to those above your station whilst you have duties to attend."
With a squeaked 'Yes ma'am' the house elf burrowed her head and scampered off. Your stomach dropped, as your mother left you wished that you'd spoken up to her, to defend the poor house elf who you'd ran into but cowardice in the face of your mother had stopped it and it left a sour taste in your 11-year-old mouth.
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A few feet past the tree line was your favourite spot on all your familiesā grounds, bunching your dress up, you climbed up your favourite tree that you used for storage and pulled out the muggle history book you'd stashed before jumping back down and tucked yourself into the tree trunk to read about Muggle Royalty. The Tutors were your favourites, they got up to some free strange things. After twenty minutes your attention was taken by tiny buzzing and small scratching sounds of desperation. You stood and glanced around but when the source of the noises wasnāt obvious you threw your book back up into the tree, afraid to be caught by anyone with a muggle book.
It took five minutes to find the small iron traps around the roots and up the sides of a nearby tree. You leaned in close and held your breath at the tiny creatures struggling to escape the traps. They were no bigger than your hand, small imp-like creatures who were squealing in pain at crushed limbs and wings in the traps.
Fae.
There were actual Fae on your grounds, Fae were very ancient powerful creatures who used old magic despite their size and someone had laid traps for them like they were vermin. Had Father set these up? Had he made poor Ukle set up these death traps to let these amazing creatures starve in agony?
Tears swelled in your eyes, the innocence of a childhood sheltered from your parentās cruelty but now having to confront it. You should walk away, leave like the pureblood that they wanted you to be. But as your tears spilt, you knew that you couldn't bear to see anyone, or anything suffer like this. Some of them where paying attention to you now and those that were watching you had stopped struggling and fallen silent. āErm, hello.ā You whispered, nerves biting at you, āIām Y/N Malfoy-ā at your surname a few of them screeched and you covered your ears quickly, tears threatened to spill from your eyes again. āI want you help! I want to help you!ā You shouted over their screeching until they stopped.
You dropped your hands from your ears and shuffled towards them on your knees, in the back of your mind you knew that your mother would scold you for dirtying your dress and that thought alone was enough to distract you from the tears welling in your eyes. You tried to keep your voice steady and calm, you were a Malfoy after all, āIām going to try to release you all but Iām not sure what Iām doing so please just be patient.ā
It took the best part of an hour to release them all, an hour on your knees pulling and yanking at the enchanted iron traps until your fingertips were raw and bleeding and your forearms where covered in dirt and dead leaves. With a squeal the last Fae was released and joined the others that had waited for it before rushing away through the trees like a gathered storm. Watching them go you let out a shaky breath, you were bruised, bleeding and dirty but how many people could see that theyād seen a gathering of Fae so close and came away unharmed? You wiped some sweat off of your brow and felt dirt smear your forehead but you couldnāt bring yourself to care, it shouldnāt be too hard to sneak through all the secret passages of the Manor to get back to your room without seeing Mother.
The trek back through the woods was harder than ever before, the heavy weight of your dress was dragging you down and you were exhausted from the days adventure but beside that you felt light. Lucius had always mocked Care of Magical Creatures as a subject but maybe you had a flair for it. A scratching in the trees behind you made you pause and slowly you turned, hoping that perhaps you may see the Fae again. A spider, nearly as large as the chandelier in the Manorās hallway, skittered over the roots of the trees behind you. Your breath caught, your heart banged in your ears. Youād seen these in one of Luciusā books, before you had chance to scream the thing was on you.
You fell back against another tree trunk and screamed and fought as it bit and scratched down at your scrambling arms, itās bites making you squeal in pain as it burnt your skin. Your legs were being pulled together as it tried to wrap you in itās web. White-hot pain was blinding you but faintly you heard a screech and felt itās weight pulled off you and the tight bindings around your legs loosening.
It felt like hours for you to come around, but it must have only been minutes, the first thing you noticed was the spider away from you, on itās back, its legs curled in on itself. It was well and truly dead. A foul smell had you looking down and you vomited at the sight. The creaturesā bites had been acidic and everywhere that it had bit your arms had burnt down to the muscle and bone and the outer skin was sizzling. You were dying. Tears wet your cheeks, elven years old and dying alone in the ground of her house, that was not a fitting end for a Malfoy. You dared to look down again at your body to the swarm of little Fae walking all over you. One on your chest looked particularly angry at being vomited on.
āSorry.ā You mumbled to it, āGlad to see that youāre okay,ā You swallowed hard, āI hope itās not Mother who finds me.ā You mused to your new little friends, it was nice to have some company as you passed.
āMany this will help Luci stop being so angry.ā You conspired with them and you get the impression that a few of them where listening to you as you told them your inner worries, āHeās always so angry in his letters about the other students.ā It was nice to think about your brother in your last moments, you and he had always been close. āMaybe heāll seeā¦Muggle, pure-blood, we all die the same. Father used to tell me that I had an old soul, at least one part of me got to be old.ā You gave a humourless laugh to your new friends and closed your eyes.
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It was night when you next opened your eyes, it took a few moments for confusion to set in about even being able to open your eyes. Quickly you sat up, finding yourself in no pain and ran your hands down your arms which were smooth except for the Goosebumps from the night air. āBy Merlinās beard?ā You whispered confused and looked around, had you fallen asleep and dreamt it? Then your eyes landed on the crow picking at the spiderās corpse and your blood ran cold. Shuddering you pushed yourself to your feet and sprinted back to the side of the Manor and ducked into a side entrance, usually reserved for the staff, and didnāt stop sprinting until you reached your room. You slammed your door shut and quickly ripped off your dress to examine your body for other wounds but found none. You quickly rushed to your en-suite, filled the basin and washed the dirt and blood from your hands and face.
You held out your, now clean, shaking hands to examine the wounds that had been there but no matter how many times you turned them over there were no wounds. You turned your hands again and your breath hitched at the markings on your wrist. You swallowed, blood rushing in your ears and reached your other hand slowly towards the new mark on your wrist but stopped short when a knocking at the door pulled you from your thoughts. āJust a moment!ā You called and quickly kicked the tarnished dress under your bed and picked up a robe from your vanity chair and wrapped your body up just as your door opened. Your mother wasted no time stepping into your room with Ukle behind her.
āWhere have you been Y/N?ā She asked stopping to stand in front of you. You did your best to look reproachful, āSorry Mother, I was reading the potions book that Lucius sent me. He wrote me and said that the Slytherin House Leader is the potions master.ā Even though her face was sour your mother nodded, glad that you wanted to get in good with Slytherin masters, she knew all about the slug-club and as a Malfoy you would be expected to be asked to join.
āUkle, run the child a bath.ā You mother snapped, and the house elf quickly abided. Your mother turned to leave but you stopped her. āMother?ā You asked quickly and she half-turned with a raised eyebrow at your behaviour.
You swallowed, āTomorrow when go to Diagon Ally, might I look for a book on Magical Creatures?ā She looked at you suspiciously, so you quickly appealed to her pure-blood pride, āIāve been looking though Luciusā books but I still find myself lacking. A Malfoy should have no gaps in their knowledge.ā
She nodded, āVery well, your Father will be glad to here that youāre taking your studies so seriously.ā You thanked her as she left and then thanked Ukle for running your bath as she left too and then it was just you and your thoughts.
You sank into water, having no energy to enjoy the magically dancing bubbles in the air, and stared at the mark on your wrist. You needed those books tomorrow to research yourself. You knew what that mark meant.
You were Fae-blessed.
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True to Dumbledoreās word you joined Lucius in the second year of Hogwarts thanks to your good-health and fabulous scores. It had caused quite a stir when Lucius had returned to school with his twin sister. The Malfoy who had missed a year, who was so much shorter and weaker than her brother but even under their scrutiny you didnāt look weak. Lucius had boasted to La Strange, Snape and, Bellatrix that it was because you were a Malfoy, and Malfoyās were not kept down for long. But you knew why you had been so much healthier over the last few months, you felt stronger, faster and more powerful.
Since youād nearly died, and the Fae had blessed you, youād done a lot of research into those blessed by the Fae and it didnāt all make for happy reading. The good news was that it meant that you healed faster, your magic was more powerful, your sense of smell had improved so your potions where always of star quality. The biggest plus was that you didnāt need your wand to use magic, if you really needed to and focused then you could current your magic through your hands but often it was too dangerous because the cons of your new life outweighed the pros. Con ā as one book had put it āThe Fae-blessed are no longer considered human, much like the werewolf, the Fae-blessed are a Magical Creature.ā So, you hadnāt darenāt tell a soul about your condition, your family would disown you or possibly even kill you themselves to save the family name. You also had to avoid liquid iron as much as possible, unless you wanted an interesting, painful reaction.
Death-eaters, though a new thing and you knew your father was one, had a theory that the increased magic of the Fae-born was hidden in their skin. Youād heard horror stories of Fae-born being killed and skinned and their skin being made into sword sheaths and even furniture since Death-eaters believed this should enhance their magic. Since you had no urge to be made into a lampshade, you ever uttered a word of your condition. Not even to your twin brother. Dumbledore had figured you out and told you that he had made the head healer aware in case you had any issues. It was for all your cunning, determination and resourcefulness to keep yourself alive and safe that you were sorting into Slytherin. You mother had sent you a courteous letter and signed it from herself and your father, but you could practically envision your father behind you as she wrote it āWhy are you sending congratulations? She should have attended last year.ā
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You met the Marauders that year, but they paid you no attention when they realised that you wouldnāt rise to their pranks like Lucius would. Like Black had once grumbled to Potter as theyād walked passed you, Not even worth it, that one. But youād caught their attention when youād snorted out your nose and mumbled, āDidnāt know my Father had come back to Hogwarts.ā Theyād all turned to eye you, but youād already gone back to reading your book while perching in the windowsill waiting for Charms to begin. After that you had a weird truce where you ignored them, and they ignored you. You had no interest in the rivalry between your houses, instead choosing to avoid getting too close to anyone to keep your secret safe. You were the Slytherin that they complained the least about if they ever got partnered with you because of the few times where youād spoken up to Professor Slughorn to remind him that heād not given Gryffindor any points for Peterās help with a potion when you and he had been partnered together.
That had caught Lilyās attention, you were both part of the Slug-Club ā together with James Potter ā as thanks to your sense of smell your potions where always amazing. Lily Evans and you were his favourite students and due to that bond alone over the next year you became awkward friends. She couldnāt fully trust a Malfoy and you couldnāt have too many muggle-born friends without drawing attention to yourself and if you wanted to survive you needed as little attention as possible.
Another uneasy alliance that youād made was in Remus Lupin, the Marauder who smelled funny to you, was your library pal. The back-corner table of the library was your shared domain, he took one half and you took the other. You rarely spoke unless you were both struggling on a question or he was asking if you wanted a drink while he fetched himself one. You liked your neutral acquaintance, especially when he started putting chocolate in the middle of the table for you both to share, since youād been blessed youād found yourself with an incredible sweet tooth. When you went to Hogsmeade you made sure to stock up on other sweets for your table so that you could share them and pay him back.
You knew that the other Marauders knew about your study buddy sessions from when youād heard James teasing Lupin but apparently, he found no fun in it when he realised that you werenāt secretly dating. The other Slytherins werenāt happy about you associating with the Gryffindor but you waved it off as him being the only silent student in the library. A few months into your study meeting you realised why he smelt funny to you, he was a Werewolf. The realisation surprised you, but you were happy to be on okay terms with the only other non-human in the school and vaguely wondered if heād figured you out. That was when you used your Malfoy connections to obtain Wolfs Bane, passing it off as āfind me some or my father will hear about thisā, and began to make Remus a potion for his monthly issues.
You non-humans had to look after each other. You followed the Marauders one night ā also learning that they were unregistered animagi! ā and started to leave the potion in the Shrieking Shak every month for them to find. You had to be careful to time it, knowing that whichever of them was the dog ā you guessed Sirius because of them calling him Padfoot ā might be able to track your scent if you werenāt fast. But hey, no had caught you yet since becoming a Fae-blessed.
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By the time Year Four had started the Marauderās hadnāt found who was helping Remus and had put it down to Dumbledore and no one had figured out your secret. Things between you and Lucius where strained, he was your twin, and in many cases, your other half and he didnāt understand the sudden distance that you had put between them over the last few years. But at least when youād been back at home during the summer it was like the old you, like you relied on him to protect you but heād yet to figure out what he was supposed to be protecting you from. When he brought it up you blamed teenage hormones and brushed him off. Your skills at using just your hands for magic were getting stronger but you darenāt use it for fear of getting caught but it was hard. Every sudden surge or drop in mood made your fingers tingle with energy that was just begging to be released.
You sat waiting for your potions class to begin while idly flicking through your potions book, James Potter sat beside you and leaned across to his side to flirt with Lily who was partnered with Lupin. Behind you Sirius sat with Peter and flicked things at the back of James head. Slughorn continued to partner you with James or Lily, as some of his favourite students it gave him an excuse to give you all and abundance of house points for your superior potions. Across the room Lucius and Snape were partnered together and keeping a watchful eye on you amidst the gaggle of Gryffindors.
While Slughorn blathered about what potion he wanted concocting your mindlessly made notes, not realising that within the next few hours would be the first time that anyone found out your secret.
After the few times that youād been partnered together you and Potter had developed a rhythm, he collected ingredients and bothered his friends while you did all the prep. āMalfoy, have you got the liquid iron?ā Potter asked, in classes he was always civil with you and you wondered how much of that had to do with him noticing the weird, uneasy friendship that you and Lily had. Your stomach dropped, youād have to be careful here, just too strong a scent of that and youād end up exposed. Not looking at him you pretended to read the instructions and mumbled, āNo I havenāt would you mind fetching it?ā You asked. You heard a snort behind you that was definitely Sirius, āBloody Princess.ā Choosing not to react to that you glanced at James who was giving you a look like he agreed with his best friend. You rolled your eyes and tried to play it off, āFine, will you keep an eye on the cauldronās temperature, if it goes to a boil then the whole potion will be a waste.ā He narrowed his eyes, āI do know that Malfoy.ā
Of course, he knew it, his father was famous for his potions, but you didnāt react and instead stepped away to fetch the vial of liquid iron. You held your breath and tried to will you hands no to shake as you lifted it. You could feel magic stirring within you, wanting to pulse out of your hands at your level of anxiousness but you pushed it down, bit your lip and walked back to your desk as carefully as you could. Putting down the vial on the desk you let out a discreet, shaky breath but when you looked up at James he was watching you intently. You swallowed hard, heād been watching you fetch the vial. His held titled to the side as he studied you and you hoped, beyond hope that he wasnāt planning on using it in a prank against you. After managing to distract him by going through the complicated steps and him turning around to help Sirius and Peter with their potion, you came to the stage you were dreading ā adding the Liquid Iron. āPotter, would you mind adding the Liquid Iron while I stir?ā You asked, trying to sound casual. He gave you a funny look again and you added, āPlease, Potter?ā
He pushed up his glasses and leaned over so that he could speak quietly to you, āAre you allergic or something?ā You swallowed and nodded your head, keeping your voice low, āQuite severely.ā You admitted, hoping that no one could hear you and that he wouldnāt use it against you. You could see Lily and Remus watching your closeness.
James righted himself, āIn that case you shouldnāt even be stirring Malfoy, I could spill it on you.ā He mumbled and took both the vial and the ladle and started to pour the Liquid Iron and stirring it. Your chest tightened at the gesture, āThank you, Potter.ā He pulled a face so that his glasses would slip down his nose slightly and stop getting fogged by the potions steam. āDonāt mention it.ā He mumbled as he watched his stirring over the top of his glasses. āNo, I appreciate it.ā You mumbled lowly to him and he just nodded.
The rest of the potion went smoothly, as it always did when you where paired with another Slug-Club member. James was turned in his spot, with his back rested against your desk as he pestered Sirius and James. You were just waiting for your potion to cool now so you started to tidy your area and didnāt pay attention to the mini-play squabble that James and Sirius where having until Sirius leaned over his desk to jostle James who fell straight back into your desk. The potion in your cauldron wobbled and some splashed out straight onto your hand as youād instinctively tried to catch it.
You cursed instantly and held your hand back to yourself and cuddled it under your robes. You hissed another curse word again and squeezed your eyes closed. Your skin felt like it was on fire with the Fae reaction to the Liquid Iron and your own magic begging to be released. āMalfoy - shit Iām sorry.ā Potter rushed quickly and tried to pull your arm away from you to look at the damaged, but you held it close to yourself. āPiss off, Potter.ā You hissed, the Fae-blessed mark on your wrist burnt through the charm that you had hiding it. You had to get out of here ā now ā before they realised what you were.
āBloody hell, Malfoy, heās only trying to help you.ā Sirius snarked behind you. āNot now Pads.ā James mumbled and leaned over to snatch something from Lilyās table before handing it to you, āThis will take away the sting.ā He told you and you snatched it from him.
āLily, Moony,ā You were faintly aware of James talking to the table beside you, āTell Slughorn Iām taking her to the infirmary, sheās having an allergic reaction.ā
You didnāt hear the rest but felt his hand on your shoulders pushing you out of the classroom. When you slowed down he put his arm around your shoulders to urge you along. When you reached the infirmary the matron, knowing your āissuesā, quickly ran to you and shooed Potter away. He tried to help get you onto a bed, but Matron stopped him, and he was left standing confused as she struggled to get you into a bed by herself. James stayed put, the Matron quickly pulled the curtain round the bed but not before he saw an angry welted mark along your wrist and was he imagining it or were your eyes brighter?
The curtain closed, and James couldnāt stop the unease in the pit of his stomach, this wasnāt normal, and he was sure heād seen that mark in a book somewhere. He followed his feet and James found that heād walked straight past his potions class, he didnāt care about the grade now and didnāt want to deal with the Slytherinās bothering him and found himself in the library.
He racked his brain for where heād seen that mark before until he settled on the Care of Magical Creatures section.
So, no Sirius love in this one but maybe you get the gist of where Iām going with it? I plan on taking this all the way past Prisoner of Azkaban. Any thoughts would be super welcome and if you want tagging then let me know :)
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