Custodiam Meum - I Will Protect What Is Mine: Chapter Two
What’s in a Name?
We now skip to post-GoF, as our heroes return to Hogwarts for their 5th
It had been an anxious summer for all good citizens of the wizarding world
and the chatter in the Great Hall was unnaturally bright, students young and
old obviously letting out their tension now they were safe behind the strong,
familiar walls of Hogwarts. Harry and Ron hurried into the nearly full hall,
almost late again for the start of term feast, and quickly slid into the spaces
Hermione had saved for them halfway up the Gryffindor table.
There was a sudden hush as Dumbledore led the teachers to their places at the
high table and nodded to Professor McGonagall to bring the first-years in. Harry
settled down to watch the Sorting, finding the age-old ceremony vaguely comforting,
and applauding gladly with the rest of Gryffindor whenever a nervous but smiling
first year jumped off the stool and scuttled to their table.
McGonagall came to the end of her scroll of names, re-rolled it and looked
over at Dumbledore. The headmaster cast a kindly eye over the faces turned towards
‘Well, well. We have one more new student to sort. She will be joining the
fifth year, so hope her class will make her feel welcome.’
The fifth-years in the Hall had time only to glance at each other in surprise
before the side door by the teachers’ table opened once more and McGonagall
with a queer twitch of her lips intoned, ‘Malfoy, Eden.’
At this, surprised whispers erupted all over the room and people craned their
necks, first to see the new girl and then to catch Draco’s reaction. His face
was a picture to behold.
‘He certainly looks surprised,’ whispered Hermione.
‘What are you, the queen of understatement?’ Ron threw back, causing Hermione
to give him a dirty look. ‘He looks like Mad-Eye Moody just whispered “ferret”
in his ear!’
‘Well, perhaps that means they’re not related,’ she returned with calm logic,
‘otherwise he would’ve known she was coming and wouldn’t be looking like that.’
‘Hey, if I was called Malfoy and I wasn’t one, then I’d have changed my name.’
Hermione fell silent, clearly having some difficulty with Ron’s logic.
With the Sorting Hat jammed down on her head, Harry couldn’t see enough of
‘Malfoy, Eden’s’ appearance to settle the question one way or the other. The
Hat certainly seemed to be taking its time in choosing a House for her. Surely
if she was one of ‘the’ Malfoys she’d go straight into Slytherin.
The voice of the Sorting Hat cut through the subsiding whispers as it announced
firmly, ‘Ravenclaw!’ The Ravenclaws looked rather shocked at this, but managed
some half-hearted clapping, led mostly by the house prefects. McGonagall lifted
the overlarge hat from the new Ravenclaw’s head and Harry got his first proper
look at her. Her hair was cropped rather short, and mussed by the weight of
the hat, neither dark nor blonde, but brownish with lighter streaks running
through it as if bleached by the sun. Definitely the sun, he thought, his eyes
moving to the tanned oval of her face. Her face. Even from this distance he
recognised the cheekbones, the rather sharp chin, the pale eyes. He turned his
back on the Ravenclaw table. The girl was now sitting amongst the new first-years,
looking tense and out of place.
‘She’s a Malfoy, alright,’ Harry’s voice was slightly harsh.
Hermione looked startled at his grim tone. ‘But why did the Hat put her in
Ravenclaw, I wonder?’ She seemed ready to settle into typical problem-solving
Ron glanced at Harry’s uncommunicative expression, ‘Well, the other Malfoy
doesn’t look very happy about it, so one to her, nil to Draco, I say.
‘Anyway, back to more important things, like when are we going to try out those
Quidditch balls that . .’ Ron lowered his voice slightly, ‘Snuffles . . gave
you for your birthday, Harry?’
‘Tomorrow, definitely,’ Harry grinned back at Ron. Whatever the Malfoy mystery
was he was sure it was not his problem.