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CELESTE HAD HOPED 

to have a normal day but she was wrong. She had woken up after her little afternoon nap and was now walking around the school's garden. The reason for her little walk was a new memory which she experienced during her nap. It was a memory of her mother in which they talked about Celeste's twin brother. 

A twin brother Celeste thought, she has one of those. Just the thought of having one, confused her, excited her and made her sad. She has another half, someone she shared everything with and now she doesn't even know his name.

Celeste didn't have any siblings ― unless she counted Beth and Nathan which she did. She thought of them as her siblings even though she hasn't known them her whole life. But then again, Celeste has never been one who thinks that blood means anything between people.

But the thought of having a sibling whom she shared more than mutual feelings towards each other was so strange to Celeste but yet so sweet and warm.

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Little Celeste sat on her mother's lap while her mother read a bed time story to her. "Mama?" Celeste asked.

"What is it my girl?" Her mother's soothing voice asked her.

"My friend has a brother, a older brother as well but how come he's much older than she is? Because my brother is the same age but he's older....I don't understand," Celeste sighed and played with the hem of her mother's silk robe.

Her mother couldn't help but laugh a bit. "Oh my little love, that's because you and your brother are twins."

"Huh?" Even more confused Celeste asked.

"You see sometimes there's one baby in mommy's tummy, sometimes there's two, like you and your brother," her mother explained and soothed the back of Celeste's head.

"And dragon is older because...?"

"Because he was born earlier, he's ten minutes older," her mother said.

"Aaah," Celeste nodded.

"You didn't understand, did you?" Her mother chuckled and wrapped her arms around Celeste.

"Noup, I did not understand," Celeste giggled and leaned her head against her mother.

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The memory was so warm and real, unfortunately she didn't see her mother's face yet but at least it was a memory, a good one. Celeste still wandered around the garden when she spotted another blond wizard, Draco Malfoy.

Celeste wasn't a fan of the boy. She didn't have anything personal against him but she has heard things about him. He was a bully and his father was a Death Eater and while Celeste didn't want to be prejudice ― she couldn't help but think a little ill of the boy.

But for some reason ― whatever it was, she had no idea ― she walked to him. It seemed that Draco was really in his own world because he didn't even notice Celeste when she sat next to him. Celeste felt a little bad to just come and interrupt the boy's thoughts but he also looked a little sad and lost. 

Celeste cleared her throat to catch Draco's attention.

Blue eyes met her golden brown ones and there was a moment of mutual understatement between the two blondes before Draco turned his face away from Celeste.

"What do you want?" He asked sulkily. 

Celeste wasn't surprised by his rude question.

"I was wondering if you are fine. You seem a little upset," she said.

"I'm fine," Draco shrugged. "Everything is just perfect."

Celeste knew that wasn't the truth, and while she didn't too much of the boy and his family, she started to feel some compassion towards him as she watched his lost gaze. It wasn't his fault that he's father is who he is and maybe Draco didn't really want to be a Death Eater. From what she has heard about the Malfoy family is that they value tradition more than everyone's individual needs and wants.

"I'm sorry about Harry, I heard what he said to your mother and you when we met at Diagon Alley," Celeste said and looked down on her palms. "He was out of line saying those things about your father but he was also mourning after his godfather."

"Yeah, it's fine. I'm used to Potter's insults but I would prefer that he wouldn't insult my mother or father. Mother's going through a lot right now without Potter's words," Draco sighed and glanced at Celeste. 

"Oh right. I'm sorry about your father," said Celeste out of politeness. 

Draco shook his head. "You don't have to say that. I know what you think of us. You are after all Potter's friend.

"I am friends with Harry but that doesn't mean that I wish bad things to you," said Celeste. "So, are you okay?"

"I don't need your pity," muttered Draco.

Celeste sighed and turned to look at the grounds of her school. "My mom and dad died when I was six so I know a thing or two about pity. I am not offering you that. I'm just asking how you are. If you don't want that, then we can talk about something else but you look like you need someone to talk to." 

Draco didn't answer but huffed. 

"Fine, let's start with your mother. You mentioned your mother is going through things. Is it just about your father or...? " Celeste asked carefully.

The blonde boy turned his face straight towards Celeste. "How can I trust you? Trust that you don't go and tell things to your friends."

"I have no reason to," shrugged Celeste.

Draco sighed heavily, he really needed to talk to someone. He has his friends but they weren't exactly people you could go to and pour out your feelings and thoughts. While he has never really talked to the American girl, he somehow felt like he can trust her.

"For some reason my mother had started to obsess over my sister again," Draco sighed and weight was lifted from his shoulder by just saying this out loud. 

"You have a sister?" Celeste asked, stunned by the information she just received.

"A twin sister, she was kidnapped when we were four. It was a big hit to our entire family, but especially to my mother and father. My sister was a real mommy's girl and father's little princess," Draco said with a nervous laugh.

Celeste tried to laugh with him but her head started to spin around; she has a twin brother and Draco has a twin sister. 

I'm just going mad, Celeste thought to herself.

"Anyway, so mother is really missing her now," Draco said with a sad smile. "Sorry for dumbing this on you."

"Oh it's quite alright," Celeste said and faked a smile.

"I think I better get going, thanks for listening Celine," Draco said and got up.

Celine? Merlin, he doesn't even know my name, Celeste laughed to herself.

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EVER SINCE 

talking with Draco a few days ago, Celeste's head has been spinning like crazy. She kept repeating her memory of her mother's soothing voice and love, and the talk she had with her about her twin brother. And now suddenly Draco Malfoy has or rather had a twin sister who was kidnapped and never found. Her memories were now more clear and felt more and more real each time; making it harder and harder for her to wrap her mind around them.

Then there was the undeniable resemblance between her and Draco. Of course there was millions of people with blonde hair but the weird connection and understatement Celeste had for Draco despite his background made her wonder.

But there was no way.

She couldn't. 

She was sitting on the same bench she did when she had her conversation with Draco. Celeste felt tiredness hitting her but instead of leaving and going to her room, she just closed her eyes and let her head lean agains the wall behind her. 

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"Mommy!" Little Celeste screamed with tears running down her face, "Mommy!" 

Celeste looked up to the man who was holding her but she couldn't figure out who it was due the fact that he was wearing a mask that covered his face.

Her father and mother ran to her room; her father's blond long hair was moving with the wind, his grey eyes filled with terror as he watched his little princess in the stranger's arms. Her mother's blond and dark brown locks were braided, her light blue silk robe perfectly flowed with the wind that was coming from the open window and her mother's beautiful blue eyes started to fill with tears.

 "Mommy and daddy are here", she managed to say. Celeste watched as her mother and father both pointed their wands at the kidnapper but before they had the chance to cast a spell, the man apparated himself and Celeste away. And that was the last time Celeste saw her parents....

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Celeste gasped for air when her eyes shoot open. "No no no," she whispered and looked around to see if she was alone. 

"This is not real," she said quietly and got up. 

She walked through the hallways of the school, feeling how her knees wanted to give up and a need to vomit everything out. She slowly walked forwards until she felt like her heart was digging it's way out of her chest, she leaned against the closest wall until the world around her started to spin.

Her breathing was fast and shallow. She tried to calm herself down, she tried to convince her that the memory was fake that she had made it up to ease her mind. To give her some sort of an answer but while her head tried to do this work, her heart was so sure that everything she had seen was true.

It all made sense really.

The way Narcissa Malfoy looked at her when she first met her.

How Bellatrix Lestrange let her go.

How Celeste was so drawn to the photograph of Lucius Malfoy.

The way she was able to talk to Draco.

Suddenly everything went black and Celeste was on the floor.