Enemies || Draco Lucius Malfoy [!Paused!]

Chapter 2: Ending up in the wrong fireplace

Sirius Black. He instantly became Y/n's company, obviously because, both of them think the same and do the same. Like the pranking stuff and a huge sense of humor. Y/n became friends with him, it didn't matter if he was old. 

'Sirius!', she yelled his name.

'I'm here!', his voice came from his room. 

Y/n went in. She had never come to this room before. It was dark. Sirius and Harry were standing together, looking at a wall. 

'Admiring the paintings?', Y/n asked Harry, confused.

'It's the Black family tree', said Harry. 

'Oh', she said. The large words on top of the tapestry read,

The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black
"Toujours Pur"

'You're not on here!' said Harry, after scanning the bottom of the tree.

'I used to be there,' said Sirius, pointing at a small, round, charred hole in the tapestry, rather like a cigarette burn. 'My sweet old mother blasted me off after I ran away from home — Kreacher's quite fond of muttering the story under his breath'.

'You ran away from home?', asked Y/n.

'When I was about sixteen,' said Sirius. 'I'd had enough'.

'Cool!'

'Where did you go?', asked Harry, staring at him. 

'Your dad's place', said Sirius. 'Your grandparents were really good about it; they sort of adopted me as a second son. Yeah, I camped out at your dad's during the school holidays, and then when I was seventeen I got a place of my own, my Uncle Alphard had left me a decent bit of gold — he's been wiped off here too, that's probably why — anyway, after that I looked after myself. I was always welcome at Mr. and Mrs. Potter's for Sunday lunch, though'.
'But . . . why did you . . . ?'

'Leave?', Sirius smiled bitterly and ran a hand through his long, unkempt hair. 'Because I hated the whole lot of them: my parents, with their pure-blood mania, convinced that to be a Black made you practically royal . . . my idiot brother, soft enough to believe them . . . that's him'.

Sirius jabbed a finger at the very bottom of the tree, at the name Regulus Black. A date of death and followed the date of birth.

'He was younger than me', said Sirius, 'and a much better son, as I was constantly reminded.'
'But he died,' said Harry.

'Yeah', said Sirius. 'Stupid idiot . . . he joined the Death Eaters'.

'You gotta be kidding me!', said Y/n.

'Come on,Y/n, haven't you seen enough of this house to tell what kind of wizards my family were?', said Sirius testily.

'Oh', she said, looking at that. She observed it carefully. Something was off about that. Wait.. does it read... Draco Malfoy?!

'You're related to the Malfoys?!', Y/n and Harry said together. 

'The pure-blood families are all interrelated', said Sirius. 'If you're only going to let your sons and daughters marry purebloods your choice is very limited, there are hardly any of us left. Molly and I are cousins by marriage and Arthur's something like my second cousin once removed. But there's no point looking for them on here — if ever a family was a bunch of blood traitors it's the Weasleys'.

'Hell...Then if I marry a pure blood, I'd be related to you?', Y/n asked.

Harry gave a What-the-fuck Look, Sirius laughed. 'Yes, you might be'