AN: Hello, guys! Some time ago, on the Facebook group Strictly Dramione there came up an idea for someone to start writing a fanfiction based on the edits found on Instagram (by slytherdors), which revolved around one, simple question: what if Draco Malfoy had a sister?

I was glad to volunteer, and... Here we are!

I hope you'll enjoy! xoxo

PS If you are interested in following my writing journey outside this fanfiction, I recommend you to follow my Facebook page "Karo"!

Prologue

Lucius stormed out of the room. The world seemed to be revolving around him at an alarming rate, so he started walking back and forth down the hallway to calm his nerves, but it only made it worse. He suddenly stopped when the door behind him opened, but had to clench his teeth instead to keep a straight face.

'Is everything alright, Mr Malfoy?' asked Demelza Brightman, timidly leaning out.

'Yes. No. I don't -' Lucius closed his eyes, trying to regain his composure. 'What is that supposed to mean?'

'Didn't a medic tell you about that?'

'He told us about the twins. Not about the fact, that one of them is...' Mr Malfoy paused for a moment, shook his head, and looked away. 'Go back inside. I'll be there in a second.'

Demelza immediately followed his command and disappeared behind the door from which the crying of two babies could be heard, while Lucius sank into a chair, hiding his head between his arms. He didn't understand what was going on. He knew every aspect of his family's history inside and out and was convinced that despite many differences, each generation of his ancestors had a few things in common such as blond hair, pale skin and, the most crucial at that point, male offspring.

Yet now, only one of the children born it that room fitted this description.

Lucius stayed in this position another few minutes until Demelza showed up again, thereby ending the chaotic race of his thoughts.

'Mr Malfoy...' she started, but he didn't move an inch. 'Mrs Malfoy is worried. She wants you to go back inside.'

There was a moment of heavy silence before Lucius finally stood up, straight and tall, and headed towards the room. He still didn't know what to do nor think, but he understood that right now there were more important things to focus on. His wife should have been the priority and should have gotten all of the attention. Narcissa was currently lying in bed and looking at him with a weak smile on her lips.

The man smiled back at her, but at the very second his eyes fell upon a baby girl sleeping in her mother's arms, he tensed again. Lucius was positive that this child was a bad sign and would lead to nothing but trouble. He felt it in his guts.

And he was determined to prevent it from happening at all costs.