━ 𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐥;
Anastasia Lupin-Black was never aware of her ulterior self. You see, she's adopted just like her other two siblings. Anastasia Lupin-Black was just a cover-up for who she truly was. For who was hidden beneath all the lies and enchant...
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Harry wouldn'tshut up about what happened last week with Malfoy. Anastasia knew he was always curious and looked too deep into things, but this seemed . . . obsessive. She herself is suspicious of Malfoy but for once in her life, she just wanted a normal year at Hogwarts.
She was sitting on the floor dressed in thin grey cotton shorts with a white cami top and an unzipped hoodie on that belonged to Harry. One of her legs was outstretched while the other was propped up, her cheek resting on her knee as she painted her toes white.
"Yes, I've already agreed it was fishy, Harry," said Hermione a little impatiently. She was sitting on the windowsill in Fred and George's room with her feet up on one of the cardboard boxes. "But haven't we agreed there could be a lot of explanations?"
"Maybe he's broken his Hand of Glory," said Ron vaguely, as he attempted to straighten his broomstick's bent tail twigs. "Remember that shriveled-up arm Malfoy had?"
"But what about when he said, 'Don't forget to keep that one safe'?" asked Harry. "That sounded to me like Borgin's got another one of the broken objects, and Malfoy wants both."
"You reckon?" said Ron, now trying to scrape some dirt off his broom handle.
"Yeah, I do," said Harry. When Ron, Anastasia, and Hermione didn't answer, he said, "Malfoy's father's in Azkaban. Don't you think Malfoy'd like revenge?"
Ron looked up, blinking. "Malfoy, revenge? What can he do about it?"
"That's my point, I don't know!" said Harry, frustrated. "But he's up to something and I think we should take it seriously. His father's a Death Eater and —" Harry broke off, his eyes fixed on the window behind Hermione, his mouth open.
"Harry?" said Hermione in an anxious voice. "What's wrong?"
"Your scar's not hurting again, is it?" asked Ron nervously.
"He's a Death Eater," said Harry slowly. "He's replaced his father as a Death Eater!"
"Ding, ding," said Anastasia, her eyes still fixated on her polished toes. A silence followed her statement, she looked up to find all of them staring at her. "Oh, come on! You didn't see her reach for his left arm and he freaked out and asked Cissa to leave."
Ron erupted in laughter. "Malfoy? He's sixteen, Harry! You think You-Know-Who would let Malfoy join?"
Anastasia stiffened thinking about how she read in Regulus' journal that he was only sixteen when he got the dark mark.
