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Being Harry Potter’s sister means living in the shadow of a lightning bolt. Everyone sees him — the Boy Who Lived, the Chosen One, the hero — and no one ever looks past his scar to notice me. I’m just the girl who stands beside him, wand in hand, pretending not to feel invisible. But even shadows have secrets. Mine just happens to wear Slytherin green. Draco Malfoy has been my enemy since the day I first stepped into Hogwarts. He’s cruel, arrogant, and everything my brother despises — everything I should despise too. And yet… there’s something about him I can’t ignore. A flicker of loneliness behind his smirk, a question in his eyes when our gazes meet across the Great Hall. We were born to hate each other — Gryffindor and Slytherin, Potter and Malfoy. Our families are divided by blood, by war, by everything that’s ever mattered. And yet, the more I fight it, the more I find myself drawn to him.Maybe it’s because danger feels like the only thing that’s real anymore. Maybe it’s because the heart never listens to reason.