Disclaimer: Don't own anything except a few OC's !

It was the summer going into my Sixth Year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. When most kids would be relaxing and catching up with friends I had spent my time traveling around Europe and North American with my mum and dad. My dad was one of the coach for Puddlemere United..you know the Quidditch team? And my mum was a fashion designer, needless to say we were quite wealthy. Okay, I don't want to brag, but it is true. Which brings me to why we had cut our vacation short to attend a party. A bloody party, could you believe it? While I was going to see dragons in Northern Ireland, my mum and dad pushed my into our car to take us back to England.

"Darling, stop grumbling!" My mom hissed at me from her seat.

I slumped even further in my chair, poking my mashed potatoes trying, and failing, to create a tree out of it. "I don't see why we had to come back so early to go to a party..." I frowned taking a sip of water

"We were gone for almost 2 months Klara" "Klara" She said firmly, noticing me rolling my eyes in response. "And it isnt just a party..its a ball. A ball that the Malfoy's have invited us to. A lovely night it'll be, don't you think Will?" She looked over to my dad, sitting with his daily prophet covering his face.

"Oh yes, yes. Lovely." He said nonchalantly, not stopping his reading.

"We don't even like them..All those people..all those Slytherins in one room. Ugh! None of my friends will be there" I spat.

"Excuse me, but I happen to be from Slytherin.." My mother replied, her chin up..she held herself with such pride.

"Explains a lot.." I breathed under my breath, continuing to stare at my plate. I could feel her glare pouring into me. I, however, took after my father. I was a Hufflepuff, loyal, hardworking, and social. Although I did have some of my mother's characteristics. I could also be a true leader and quite ambitious..but not very cunning or sly. I also happen to actually like people that aren't purebloods. If you asked me how my parents fell in love I wouldn't have an answer. They were opposites, she was a Slytherin, he was a Hufflepuff..she was moody, he was happy, she was uptight, he was laidback. But they did love eachother.

"I never had to go to one before.."

"Yes, yes...but it's about time you've come to one. They have invited you quite a few times. Beside I was quite close to Abraxas when we were in school. AndWalburga Black, she is going to be there..you can meet them, finally." She sipped her wine

"Dad and I will stand out like muggles there.." I muttered again

"Honey, it wont be so bad." My dad finally peeped in setting down his newspaper. "I've been to various parties like these.." My mother gave him a stern look "..Balls, I mean, and it was a very enjoyable evening." My mum nodded with a satisfied smile on her face.

Dad leaned toward me "We'll just stick together" He winked, I giggled and nodded in response.

So the night had come to attend the ever so extravagant ball hosted by the ever-amazing Malfoy's. Sarcasm, clearly.

My mum had prepared my gown, she snapped it up in no time...and as always I quite liked it. It was her expertise; evening gowns. It was a light pinkish, cream-colored dress, a mixture of chiffon and organza. It fell off my shoulders coming into a sweatheart neckline; it fitted my bodice and thighs, and gradually flared into a chapel train.

"Everyone is going to die over your beauty!" My mother squealed, holding her hands over her grinning face almost bouncing up and down like a 6 year old.

"Oh mum, please! You are so embarrassing. No one will notice another 16 year old at this party." I smoothed my dress out.

"Darling, you are too modest! Just you wait, if not more than 15 boys ask you for a dance tonight I will buy you a dragon!" I rolled my eyes again. She'd better ! "Okay quickly, lets fix your hair and makeup before we leave!" She dragged me across the room and threw my on my vanity chair. I could only laugh at her enthusiasm.

I looked into the mirror one last time before my parents and I left. I was never one to love getting all dressed up and wear fancy dresses…but I quite liked how I looked. I almost forgot the fact that it was because I was headed to a party from hell. My hair was up in a loose bun, my fringe brushed to the side naturally. I had more makeup on than usual, my eyeliner swept into a cat eye, my lips painted a light pink and my cheek bones even more defined now with blush.

As I walked down the hallway toward the foyer I could hear my dad and mum bickering. I listened in closer. Ima eavesdropper what can I say!

"No, no…out of the question Elizabeth." I heard my father say, his tone was harsh...a tone I usually only heard him speak on the Quidditch Pitch.

"It could mean her safety in the future. You know what's coming.." My mother sounded nervous…not usually like her.

"Or put her in more danger." I heard my dad's shoes click away. "We aren't going to discuss this anymore Lizzie." Phew. Her nickname; mustn't be that bad of an argument.

I hurried down the staircase, just in time to see my mother reach for my father's hand. They both turned as the sound of my heels beat against the marble floor. I smiled at them both.

"You look absolutely beautiful m'dear" My mother said, she smiled…but her gaze was uneasy.

"A true beauty" My dad added with a grin. "Shall we leave?" my dad offered his arm I took it. My mom nodded, grabbing her gloves and clutch from Roda, our house elf,

"Don't wait up" Roda nodded, waving to us.

"Here we go" I mumbled, my dad and I sharing a small giggle.

The Malfoy Manor was nicer than I thought it would be. I was invited a fair amount of times to attend their parties when I was younger, thankfully my father must have made good excuses for me not to come…but this time I suppose he ran out.

"Must we stay the whole party?" I whispered to my dad. He patted my hands reassuringly

"Think of it this way, this will likely be the last party you'll come to here…just enjoy the view and food"

"With a room full of stuck up purebloods? Doubtful"

"Lets just stick it out for your mum, yeah?" He gave me an encouraging smile. I couldn't deny my mum a night with her old friends…she hardly saw them anymore anyway.

We walked up the small steps leading to the main entrance. I tried to peer inside the house, but it was too crowded to see anything.

"Elizabeth" I heard a smooth voice say. I snapped by head to see a woman walking toward my mother with open arms. They kissed eachother's cheek. "How are you darling?" I could hear the woman say.

"So good. You have really outdone yourself, your home looks absolutely beautiful." My mother replied.

"Oh thank you, you're too kind." The woman didn't look familiar. But I could tell by her long silky bleach blonde hair that she was . Apparently my mum and her were once quite close. "So where are they? I trust you didn't come alone" The woman laughed. Her gaze soon fell onto me, her ice blue eyes staring at me with an unfamiliar expression.

I felt my cheeks warm a bit. "Come here Klara" my mom beckoned, waving her hand to come closer.

I left the comfort of my father's arm and took a few steps toward them.

"I must say you've grown to be quite a beautiful young lady Klara…I'm " She bowed her head slightly.

"Nice to meet you" I lowered my head faintly, I met her gaze once again, she seemed to be eyeing me. She then moved her gaze to my father, "Oh William, I'm so glad you've come" My dad kissed her hand. "Come in" She ushered us in. As the three conversed with eachother I couldn't help but gawk over all the lavish flowers, massive ballroom filled with an abundant amount of people and all the servers carrying trays of drinks and treats.

"William I must steal your wife for a bit, our girls are all dying to see you!" grinned. My dad chuckled and nodded "Enjoy yourself ladies"

They both hurried off. "Free at last" My dad breathed nudging me. "Or so you thought" I looked in the direction of 3 men making a b-line for my dad. He turned, following my gaze and quickly glanced back at me.

"This is going to be a long night…" He whispered. "Alan, Gregory, James" He greeted them with a large smile. After likely an hour of my dad discussing the Ministry and Quidditch with now, a large group of men, I decided to take my leave. There's only so much one girl can take.

Grabbing the closest alcoholic beverage I could, I made my way around the various rooms. Every room was just as extravagant as the next. I finally made my way around the majority of the rooms, I thought anyway, and reached the patio. A few couples were there, it was certainly more peaceful outside than in.

I leaned on the railing, taking in the view of tree tops and mountains. Seemed I was there for only a few moments before someone stood beside me. Startled, I jumped up slightly.

A/N: Hope you somewhat enjoyed it? Recently found part of this story and decided to continue it ! haha. Likely going to be a mini series! Reviews are always welcome and appreciated! Have a good one (: