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Amazing ci by Verloren @ TDA ^_______^
Prologue
A Beginning of Sorts
Prologue
A Beginning of Sorts
Lets get one thing straight here: there's nothing wrong with me.
You'll hear things about me. Stories. Rumors. I know you will. But, I can tell you right now that I am perfectly normal.
The reason they think I'm abnormal? It's because I'm a Malfoy. We were doomed from the beginning, Scorpius and I. Born to a former Death Eater. Born into a family that has a history of nothing but evil, people were bound to talk about how we would turn out.
I think Scorpius was better off than I was. For one thing, he was sorted into Slytherin. Then through the years he slowly became a star student among the teachers, became prefect, great quidditch player, a charmer with the girls, it was all too normal. The rumor mills, as well as a little of the press, had nothing interesting to grab onto.
Then there was me. Laila Malfoy. You could tell just by looking at me that I was different. I had dark, jet black hair and lightly tan skin. But my eyes, those were Malfoy. They weren't exotic looking like Scor's, a bright piercing blue (lucky bastard), but more like my father's, a light blue that occasionally drifted towards grey.
See, the press had always thought the hair and skin was just the Greengrass in me. However, there was just one little secret they weren't able to dig up.
My mother was not Astoria Greengrass.
Now close that mouth, I think I just saw a bird fly into it.
Anyways, most of the stories started about me when I got to Hogwarts (up until then, I was just a regular Malfoy like Scorpius). I'd expected to be sorted into Slytherin. Heck, I was a Malfoy, what else could I be sorted into? Instead I was sorted into . . .
Gryffindor?
It was a shock to myself more than anyone else. Me, a Malfoy, in a house that, most likely, hates our family? They would never accept me.
And they didn't.
School was, to be quite frank, absolute hell. I was never outright bullied. No, those Gryffindors had too much pride for that. Instead, they just ignored me. Pretended that I wasn't there and never really acknowledging that I was also a part of their house.
It hurt, I mean, I don't exactly have a heart of steel or something. I had been waiting to go to Hogwarts for ages and now, suddenly, I felt myself wanting to get out as fast as possible.
If I didn't have my brother, I'm not sure what I'd do. Being in Gryffindor never mattered to him, even if he was a Slytherin. He was more than happy to be seen with me and through him, I met my best friend Albus Potter, another Slytherin.
Let's just say, it wasn't only Gryffindors to didn't take a disliking to me.
I ate all my meals with Slytherins, except for dinner and spent most of my time in their common room. I was a Slytherin in red and gold robes.
As I’m entering my sixth year now, I’m hoping things will change.
Maybe it's time that I show that I'm not the Malfoy everyone thinks I am
{insert evil laugh}
A/N: Hello guys! I'm Sankavi ^_^ This is my first fanfic EVER, so bear with me, i swear it'll get better. Reveiws would be just wonderful :D I've got the next chapter almost finished so I'll put that in the queue as quick as I possibly can.
Hope you guys really like my story O.O
- Sankavi
Next chapter sneak peek:
“Hello Al. How was your summer?”
“It was great! I went on a trip to northern Germany with my Aunt Luna’s family. They were trying to find a Glibberty Fibbet - or maybe it was a Flibberty Gibbet?” He shrugged. “Anyways, we never really found it but we did find this like rare small dragon called a Green Horned Moose Dragon. Did you know that their horns can be used for medicinal purposes? Also, their feces can-”
“Hey guys!” I cut in loudly before Al could start on the medicinal purposes of moose poop.
Edited 3.28.2013
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