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Chapter Twenty-One of Family Legacy

Chapter Twenty-One: Same Skin, Different Heart

Lucias had the gaunt look of the people from the Uncurable Ward at St. Mungo's. He was a shadow of his former self, his white hair almost translucent and eyes wide and dark. I noticed that his shirt sleeve was rolled down, and he no longer touched his Dark Mark when he thought that nobody was watching.
He took in a deep shuttering breath. “Potter— Albus,” he rasped. Immediately my best friend leaned closer to me for safety.
“You are right.”
My eyes widened, and my mouth dropped open I studied Dad’s face, watching his sharp features lose their distinctness in shock. Mum looked over to Lucias, also astonished.
“I am a Dark Wizard,” Lucias continued. “I have never been much of a father—“ Dad sat up very straight, grey eyes soft. “—or a grandfather.”
I looked to the ground. I knew that Lucias was right, he had never really loved me or anything, but I didn’t want to show that I agreed with him. It was apparent that my grandfather was suffering already.
“My obsession with blood has clouded my judgment,” he said,” and it had led me to great lengths, where, looking back at them now, were unlawful and cruel.”
And now he’s talking about his Dark Mark, I thought.
Narcissa stepped beside her husband.
“And I have been wrong as well,” she said, voice soft. My head spun; it was as if my whole universe was crashing around me. Everything that I had ever known was disappearing as rapidly as casting a spell.
Dad stood up, face face somber and grimaced with pain. His normally neat hair was mussed, probably from where he had yanked it. Both him and myself did that sometimes.
I watched as Dad wordlessly crossed the room, his leather shoes crushing the torn wrapping paper littering the floor. He put his arms around Lucias, but stiffly, the way he had been taught.
But Lucias knew that was not how fathers hugged their sons. He squeezed Dad tightly, probably for the first time in forever. When he released Dad, both of the men’s eyes had tears in them.
I looked to my left, where Albus sat. I squeezed his hand and whispered,” Thank you, Albus.”
He looked surprised, and whispered back,” What did I do?”
I gestured to Lucias, Narcissa, and Dad.
“You healed them. Their souls and hearts were broken, until you brought them back with your words.”

Chapter Twenty of Family Legacy

Chapter Twenty: The Universe has Gone Array

Christmas crept up on me like a cat pouncing on a bird. The days leading up to it were so new, so strange without Lucias and Narcissa. They had been holed up in their rooms, and refused to come out. Personally, Hazel and I thought they were plotting to kill Albus. We didn’t share that thought with him, although he probably though the same. Without my grandparents, there were no long speeches about how great the Dark Lord was. There was only laughter and quiet conversations flooding the halls of the Manor now.
Albus made a difference as well on my family. Hazel was happy to have a friend at last, and never stopped smiling. Even though she had me to play with,  I knew she had always wanted a friend. Mum adored Albus, and treated him like he was her second son. Dad was very nice to him, which was a little more than I expected. I thought that Dad would’ve blown by now.
But even with all the new peace, I still woke on Christmas morning with a Quaffle thrown on my chest.
“What?” I said frantically. Albus took back his Quaffle and now tossed it from hand to hand. The Gryffindor Keeper was a horrible roommate. First he snored, then he kept spreading his mound of pillows and blankets over my room, and now he wakes me up with a Quaffle.
“What is it?” I asked again.
Albus looked at me. “It’s Christmas!”
I was way to sleepy to understand what he was getting at. “And?”
“And,” Albus said slowly. I noticed that he was already in his Muggle clothes. “It’s almost ten in the morning, and your Mum says to get you down here or she’s going to jinx you.”
Sighing, I threw the covers off of my body and stumbled to the door. Albus plodded behind me as I walked down the dark hallway. The pictures on the walls were crooked, mainly because pictures of Death Eaters and the Dark Lord had once lined the entire manor. Dad had managed to get a couple off, but the rest had an Unbreakable Sticking Charm. Now we had a lot of pictures of our family.
“Your hair is all messy, Scorpius,” Albus said. I stopped walking, one hand on the banister.
“Yours always is,” I rebuked. “Mine looks like this after I sleep.”
Hazel met us at the bottom of the stairs. “Finally you’re up,” she said, exasperated. “I was going to start opening presents without you. Mum and Dad are already in the family room,” she said, and turned on one heel, stalking to the room. I shrugged and followed her, Albus close behind.
I couldn’t help smiling when I entered the room. A fire was blazing in the heath, and Mum and Dad were laughing and joking. After being teased and laughed at by almost everyone in the Wizarding World, it was moments like this that was what I liked doing. Just Hazel, Mum, Dad, and I. People who loved me.

Mum was serving hot cocoa when life turned back to normal.
We were sitting amongst pieces of paper and torn boxes, talking about Hogwarts with Dad. I was holding a brand new broom, a Firebolt 7. Next to me there was an assortment of sweets, and Hazel was already sneaking mine.
Hazel had received a pile of Muggle books, which she enjoyed reading almost as much as she enjoyed bashing people’s heads in with Bludgers. Albus got a ton of sweets like me, and a Weasley sweater. It was the ugliest thing I had ever seen, but I wasn’t going to tell Albus that.
“Thanks, Ms. Malfoy,” Albus said. He took a mug of coco she handed him.
“You’re welcome, dear,” she said. “Draco, would you like any?”
Dad lifted his gaze from the present from Hazel, Mum, and I. It was an album of pictures that ranged from Mum and his wedding, to when Hazel and I left for Hogwarts.
Mum liked taking pictures.
Dad opened his mouth to reply when the doors of the family room creaked open. Lucias appeared in the doorway, Narcissa peering over his shoulder.
As the two of them walked in, I felt Albus tensing beside me. He probably thought that they were going to Avada Kedavra him or something. But it was a good thing that I had not yet gotten my coco, because if I had, I would’ve dropped it, hearing Lucias’s next words.

Chapter Eighteen of Family Legacy

Chapter Eighteen: The Sorting Hat was Right

Dad was never afraid. In all of the stories he told James, Lily, and I, never did he falter or stutter. He was never afraid of failing, or being killed. Dad was so brave, and was the poster boy of Gryffindor. I think it was because I look so much like him that I was so afraid of not being as brave as he was. I never was brave, I too often second-guessed myself to be strong and courageous.
But, running down the staircase of Malfoy Manor, I felt no fear.
Hazel and Scorpius rushed behind me, and as we came closer to the ground floor the fight grew clearer. I took one step off the stairs, and was ready to barge into the dining room, where I knew the adult Malfoys were.
“Wait, Albus!” Hazel said softly. She grabbed my shoulders and turned me around. Her grey eyes were serious. “Are you really going to stand up to them? Because, remember. Lucias and Narcissa are not like my parents. They are actually real Death Eaters. They could really hurt you if you rile them up.” Scorpius didn’t say anything, he only nodded beside his twin’s shoulder.
I shook my head. “Whenever someone says Malfoys are horrible or evil, you two are always defending your family. I have to do that now.”
“You have to?” asked Scorpius. “Are you just doing this because you want to be a hero?”
“No,” I hissed. I took a step closer to the heavy wooden doors that led into the dining room. “I’m doing this because I won’t let Lucias and Narcissa insult my family.” I flung open the doors, and Hazel and Scorpius squeaked.
The shouting ceased, and all four Malfoys stared at me. I felt Hazel come up behind me, and stand next to me.
Lucias and Narcissa stood across from Hazel’s parents, as intimidating and powerful as my father’s stories had ever made them to be.
Hazel’s mother spoke first. “Albus, honey, what are you doing here?” She motioned to Lucias and Narcissa with her hands.
Lucias curled his lip and took long strides to where Hazel and I stood. As he came closer I could see the Dark Mark on his forearm, and the feeling of bravery drained out of me. I swallowed as he stood a couple of feet away from me.
“You stand there in the house of pure-bloods like you have a right to be here,” he began, and I cut him off.
“I do have a right to be here,” I interrupted. “Hazel’s parents said it was okay.”
Lucias looked at his son. “Draco,” he said, voice soft. “Did you really give sanction for this, impurity to spend Christmas with us?”
Hazel’s father gazed steadily back. “Yes, I did,” he said.
“But that’s not the point,” I said. I took a step towards Lucias. “You cannot insult my family.”
He sneered. “You think that you can just come and tell me that?”
“I don’t think I can. I am,” I said. “I’m also telling you that you are a vile person. You, Lucias Malfoy, are what makes your children and grandchildren suffer. You don’t know?” I said, seeing his face. “Everyday at Hogwarts Hazel and Scorpius get teased by all of the other houses, just because you’re what’s given the Malfoys their bad name.”
Hazel turned pale beside me.
“And why? It’s your obsession with blood,” I spat. Lucias was quiet, and something was brimming beneath his cold eyes. “And you know what, Lucias? Blood is all the same.” I snatched a knife from the already set dinner table. Bringing it down, I nicked part of my finger. Immediately blood came oozing out.
“Albus!” Gasped Hazel. She wrenched the knife out of my grip and hid it behind her back.
I approached Lucias, showing him the crimson drops. “Blood,” I said. “Does not matter. It is all the same. Does yours look any different than mine?”
I turned and walked back to the doors. I turned to glare at Lucias. “I didn’t think so.”

Chapter Sixteen of Family Legacy

Chapter Sixteen: What Hazel Forgot to Add

Once getting off of the train, I could see my parents immediately. It’s never hard to see them, on account of the fact that all of the other people avoid them like they have the Muggle illness Black Death. I stood in the exhaust fumes from the Hogwarts Express, anxiously studying them before approaching. 

Mum and Dad looked the same as ever; Dad with his sad grey eyes, and Mum with her loving glances that could turn nasty any moment. 

Here I go, I thought, and with a massive surge of fear I stepped away from the train and began walking towards them, dragging my feet. Suddenly I wished that I had not worn my Hufflepuff scarf. 

Mum’s eyes lit up as soon as she saw me. 

“Scorpius!” she exclaimed, and enveloped me in a warm, comforting hug. Soon, Dad’s arms encircled me as well. I peeked out between my two parents, searching for Hazel so she could take some of the hugging. 

Finally they released me. Mum bent down slightly so she was my height.

“How are you, dear? You haven’t written us any letters.” Her brown eyes held nothing but love, and I felt ridiculous for trying not to talk to them. 

“I thought you would be mad at me,” I began, and looked up at Dad. “Because I was sorted into Hufflepuff.” 

“Scorpius,” Dad said calmly. “We would never be mad at you for something like that. We never thought you would be in Slytherin, anyway.”

I bit my lip and looked away from my parents. “That’s good,” I murmured, then saw Hazel dragging Albus with her. “Oh, there’s Hazel!” 

Mum squinted. “Who’s that with her?”

“That’s her friend who’s staying with us,” Dad said. “What was his name again, Scorpius?”

My eyes widened. No wonder they were so okay with Albus staying with us! They didn’t even know who he was. 

“Uhh…” I said, then was saved by my twin’s voice.

“Oh, come on Albus! You are so annoying sometimes!” Albus said something that we couldn’t hear, and then Hazel huffed loudly. “Look, Albus. They will not bite you.” Hazel grabbed Albus’s robes and yanked him closer to our family. 

“I’m not afraid of that,” he said, looking at Dad. 

Dad narrowed his eyes. “Did Hazel say Albus?” he asked me. I fiddled with my fingers and looked up. 

“Um, no. Why would she say Albus? Hazel said, um, Draco.” I cursed myself as soon as I said that. I’m not a very good liar, unlike Hazel, who could think of another name in a heartbeat.

Dad and Mum’s faces crinkled into a vision of confusion. 

“What?” Dad said. “Scorpius, I highly doubt that Hazel said “Draco”. That’s my name, remember. Now what is her friend’s name?” He tapped his shoe on the pavement. 

I opened my mouth, about to say something, then thought better of it. I side-stepped away from my parents and grabbed Albus by his robes. 

“What the heck are you doing?” he sputtered. 

“Come on, Albus,” Hazel said. She let go of his black robes and looked at me. “Just make him believe that we’re not going to eat him or anything, okay?” 

Albus stood taller. “I do not need to be dragged. You just grabbed me and thought that I needed too.” 

I sighed and followed Hazel and Albus back to my parents. 

“Good. Hazel,” Dad said. “You’re brother won’t tell us who your friend is. What is your name?” he asked Albus. I stepped next to the other boy for support.

“You didn’t tell them?” Albus hissed to Hazel.  My twin shrugged, and Albus looked back at my parents. 

“My name’s Albus Severus Potter,” he told them. 

Both of them stared, and I was pretty sure that only one word had registered with their brains. “Potter”.  

Mum was the first to recover. She extended a hand and shook Albus’s warmly. “Nice to meet you, Albus,” she said, glancing at Hazel. “You’ll be staying with us over the entire break?”

“If that’s fine with you,” he said softly. 

“It’s no problem at all,” Dad said. Hazel and I both looked at our father, surprised. Albus looked shocked too. 

“You don’t have a problem with it, the fact that he’s a Potter?” Hazel asked. 

Dad sighed. “I’m fine with it. Lucias and Narcissa might not.” He smiled. “But when they jinx you, I promise it won’t be permanent.”

Albus’s face paled, and it almost rivaled mine. 

“He’s kidding,” hissed Hazel. 

Chapter Thirteen of Family Legacy

Chapter Thirteen: Hufflepuff VS Slytherin

I stood in the doorway of the Slytherin changing room, looking at the Quidditch field, covered with brown leaves that layered the yellowing grass. Our Captain, Jack Prince, clapped a hand on my shoulder.
“Ready, Malfoy?” he asked. I clutched my Beater’s bat and looked at him.
“It’s okay. Every Quidditch player is nervous before a game. Just breathe deeply, and you’ll be fine.” Prince turned and went deeper into the changing room, probably to give my other teammates a pep talk.
I breathed in the late November air. It wasn’t nerves that worried me, but the team we were playing. Scorpius and I had not looked at each other for almost two months. We had both forgiven each other, but neither of us knew how to apologize.
A couple of minutes later, I was walked onto the field, the leaves crunching beneath my boots. The crowd was more or less silent as we came on, only 1/4 of the crowd, the other Slytherins were happy to see us.
Butterflies churned in my stomach as Hufflepuff walked onto the pitch. When I saw Scorpius, who looked small compared to all of the other players, I gripped my broom handle tighter.
The Quidditch referee, an elder but steady women Madame Hooch paced between both teams.
“Captains, shake hands!”
Prince walked forward and shook the Hufflepuff captain’s hand, looking as if he was trying to break his fingers.
“Mount your brooms,” barked Madame Hooch. I swung my leg around my broom and gripped my Beater’s bat tighter. My fellow Beater, a forth year boy named Kelvin Howard looked at me. We both nodded. Kelvin and I had skipped our afternoon classes to work out new moves for this game.
“Leave the ground in three… two… one!” Madame Hooch blew her whistle, and released the balls from their case.
Once the two Bludgers rose up into the air, Kelvin hovered around our Keepers, where he would hit a Bludger in case it came to knock the Quaffle from their hands. I had a speedier broom, and for that reason was in charge of hitting the Bludgers to make Hufflepuff lose the Quaffle.
Peter Nott, the boy I had attacked my first day at Hogwarts was doing commentary, and was milking it for all it was worth.
“And there goes Hazel Malfoy. Many would say that a girl is not suitable to be a Beater, but I guess Prince wasn’t thinking about that when making his team. She hits a Bludger towards the knot of Hufflepuff Chasers, but— Ah! It flies past them. Ten to zero Hufflepuff. Great job, Malfoy.”
I stopped my broom and turned to face the commentator’s podium, ready to send the next Bludger right into Nott’s face. Our Seeker, Prince yelled at me from his height above.
“Malfoy! What in Merlin’s saggy pants are you doing? Get back to hitting those Bludgers!”
Grunting, I turned my broom back into the fray of things and searched for an available Bludger.
“And Hufflepuff’s Seeker Scorpius Malfoy's rising up into the sky,” Nott’s voice said. “Is that the Snitch? It is! Come on Prince, go after it!”
I looked up into the sky, shielding my eyes slightly. The two Seekers were mere dots, but coming closer as they chased the Snitch back to the pitch. I looked around wildly, and shouted to Kelvin,” Get me one!”
The dark-skinned boy nodded to show he had heard, and whacked a Bludger to me. I flew quickly to my right side, and waited for the heavy ball to get closer. I focused on the two Seekers, made sure I was aiming for the right one, and hit that Bludger towards the pair of them.
“A well-aimed Bludger from Malfoy comes to the Seekers. Neither of them is stopping, and oh! Scorpius Malfoy dodges, losing his lead. Prince is going, he’s going to hit the ground— He’s, he’s got the Snitch!”
“Slytherin wins the game, 150: 10!”
“Yes!” I whooped, punching my fists into the air. My green robes fluttered around my ankles as I brought my broom back to the ground. “We won!”
The rest of the Slytherin landed along with me. Kelvin and two of our Chasers lifted me up on their shoulders, and the Keeper and other Chaser lifted Prince onto theirs.
Our fellow Slytherins were cheering in the stands, and although the other houses gave us dirty looks, I didn’t even mind. For the first time in many weeks, I was happy.
I even forgot about Albus.

Chapter Four of Family Legacy

Chapter Four: I’m Writing My Own Destiny

The morning after the sorting I stood outside of the Slytherin Common room. My fellow Hufflepuffs had given me the location several hours ago, straight before bed. I know that they were wishing I’d go over and join the other Slytherin, but I wasn’t moving from the Hufflepuff house.

Please be awake, I thought desperately, running my fingers through my platinum blond hair. You are sleeping in like the Muggles do! 

If we hadn’t been in a school for wizards, I would have been astounded when Hazel stumbled out of the Slytherin Common room, hair tousled, and robes wrinkled. She had her long, thirteen wand in her hand, its holly wood glistening even in the darkness of the dungeons. She had her book bag slung over one shoulder, and already Muggle books were spilling out. 

“Hey, Scorp,” my twin muttered sleepily. “This better be good. I had to leave the Quidditch try-out information session because the other Slytherin didn’t want a Hufflepuff stinking up our dungeon. How’d you know this was the Common room?” She said this very fast and without speaking, but I was used to it. Hazel wasn’t an early riser.

“My housemates,” I said. 

Hazel looked appalled. “You’re calling Huffelpuff your housemates? Goodness, Scorp, the majority of them are blood-traitors and Mudblood and who knows what else!”

I sighed. If there was one thing that the both of us argued about frequently, it was the importance of blood in the Wizarding world. 

Hazel shook her head. “Never mind that. But Scorpius,” I widened my eyes. My twin never called me Scorpius,” what did the Sorting Hat tell you? How can you be in Hufflepuff, of all houses?”

I scuffled my feet. “That’s why I’m here. Can I sit with you and the Slytherin today for breakfast?”

“Why would you want to—“ Hazel trailed off. “The mail?”

“It’s the mail,” I admitted. 

Before Hazel and I left Malfoy Manor for Hogwarts, our grandparents— Lucias and Narcissa Malfoy— had told us that if we were sorted into anything but Slytherin, they’d disown us. 

But it wasn’t that which scared me. I knew that they would send one of my nightmares to Hogwarts— a Howler. I was certain Hazel was remembering the same memory. 

“Of course you can sit with me,” she said. “And if the other Slytherin have a problem with it, I’ll tell them to stick their bloody heads down the loo.” 

In spite of my fear of the Howler, I smiled. “Thanks, Grey Eyes,” I said, invoking the nickname I called her when we were small. “Shall we go to the Great Hall and await my fate?”

Just as we settled down at the Slytherin table, the Ravenclaw Quidditch team staggered in, looking as if they had tunneled under ground. Looking up, I saw that the roof of the Great Hall showed images of lightning and thunder. 

“How come Ravenclaw already has their Quidditch team?” I asked. 

Hazel looked up from her satchel. She had her favorite Muggle book in her hands, Peter Pan by J. M. Barie.

“They want to win this year,” she said,” so is reusing their old team from last year.” She put the book onto the table and opened it, then gazed into my eyes. “Why are you in Hufflepuff?” she asked. 

“I’ve decided to write my own destiny,” I said loudly. Immediately a ton of weight was lifted off my shoulders. 

Hazel paused and looked up from the world of the Boy Who Wouldn’t Grow Up. 

“What do you mean?” Her grey eyes were confused. 

“If I were in Slytherin—“ I paused, watching a gaggle of Gryffindor's come to their table. The volume in the Hall increased. “Everyone associates Slytherin with the Malfoys.I thought that if I were in Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw— anything from Gryffindor, Malfoy forbid— the Malfoy would seem a little less restrictive to who I want to be, and my destiny.”

Loud, boisterous talking made our heads turn. Piles of breakfast had just arrived on the tables, and the students were hungrily stuffing their faces. 

“So you asked to be in Hufflepuff?” Hazel said. 

Before I could ask, however, three six years called down the Slytherin table. 

“Hey Malfoy,” one of them shouted,” Why’s your loser of a brother sitting at our table?”

I blushed pink, but Hazel didn’t even turn around. She just rolled her eyes to the thunder storming ceiling and called back exactly what she had promised. 

“If you have a problem with this arrangement, go sticking your bleeding head down to loo,” she offered. “Or shut your mouth.” 

She turned back to me. 

“So,” she prompted. “Did you ask to be in Huffelpuff?”

“I did,” I said. “but now I think that Ravenclaw should have been my choice. I was in a panic and didn’t think!” I grasped my short hair with both hands and pulled in frustration. 

My twin nodded. “That was sort of stupid.” She yanked my hands out of my hair. “But you’ll survive. You could be in Slytherin, with the dregs of society.” She pointed down the table where two were hanging from their ankles. 

“Not all of them do that,” I said, looking up at the ceiling and floating candles. What else I saw made me almost vomit. 

The owls had arrived. 

Chapter Three of Family Legacy

Chapter Three: The Weasleys Are Always Second-Best

The Sorting Hat's choice of houses was were still on my mind even after the great feast has ended. Now all of the first-year Ravenclaws— a wide-eyed, unprepared bunch that I was ashamed to even be apart of— were being led up to the Ravenclaw Common Room. Being led was not my idea of the prefects being helpful. In fact, it made me feel weak. I had been dreaming about being a Ravenclaw or Gryffindor for so many years, I could find my way to the Ravenclaw tower blindfolded.

I couldn’t focus on the rest of the castle because the cursed Sorting Hat’s words were still ringing inside of my head. 

“Ravenclaw? Are you sure that’s where you would succeed? I have half a mind to place you in Slytherin— you’d fit in perfectly with that slippery bunch. They love knowledge, same as you and the Ravenclaws, but unlike Ravenclaw, they use it for their own good.” 

The bloody thing thought that I would do well in Slytherin! Me, of all people. Rose Weasley, daughter of Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. I was the definition of Gryffindor— not Slytherin. 

My hands reached downward to the bag that was always worn around my shoulder. Seeking the comfort of parchment, I rubbed the brittle thing between my fingers. Everything that I had ever wanted was concealed in those papers. And being in Slytherin, that would have ruined everything that I had ever wanted. 

The constant, annoying buzzing sound of my housemates talking stopped, and I was jolted out of my brooding thoughts, distracted by the loss of noise. We were standing on the fifth floor, outside of a dark oak door. 

One of the prefects stood outside of the door and pointed to the bronze eagle that looked like it was about to take flight. 

“To gain passage into the Common Room,” she said, her voice cold and business-like. “You must knock twice on the door, using this knocker. The eagle will ask you a riddle, which must be answered correctly to gain entry.”

A freckly brown haired girl raised a hand. She was obviously a Muggle-born. You could always tell, how they blundered around attacking like a hippogriff trying ski. “What ha—“

“Name,” said the prefect. 

“My name’s Nina Chicegolu,” she said impatiently, then repeated her original question. “What happens if we get the question wrong?”

I rolled her eyes at the other first-year’s cluelessness. “It means that the Sorting Hat made a mistake in choosing you for Ravenclaw,” I said cheekily. 

Nina turned to me angrily, her freckles standing out on her pale face. “That’s a mean thing to say!”

I shrugged, secretly amused by the argument. I have to be used to getting challenged by underlings, I thought, when I’m the Minister of Magic, of course.

The prefect looked rattled. “First-years,” she said loudly,” don’t fight. Ravenclaw is your house, and everyone in it should be treated like your family.” She looked at me, over the heads of the other Ravenclaws. “Do you talk to your family like this?” she questioned. 

“No,” I said, and before she could make her point I added,” I treat them worse then this. They don’t really mind.”

There was a muffled laugh from one of the other immature first-years. 

Nina was standing in my direction with her hands on her hips. “Well, if you’re so smart and so much better than us, go answer the riddle,” she challenged. 

“Fine.” Pushing carelessly past my other peers, I made sure that I bumped into the ignorant girl on the way. I grabbed the tarnished bronze knocker and knocked two heavy thumps, strong and purposeful. 

The eagle slowly opened it’s eyes and beak. 

“What is the fully defined form of a Boggart?” Its voice was scratchy and hoarse.

I looked back at Nina, who was smiling cruelly. She had no idea what a Boggart was, being Muggle-born and all. I smirked at her and turned back to the knocker.

“A Boggart takes the shape of whatever the person facing it fears most,” I said importantly. “Therefore no one knows what a Boggart looks like, on account of being different for each wizard.” 

“Nicely cited,” the knocker said, and opened the door. I peered into the Common Room, where a couple of students were already warming up by the fire. Blue drapes were hung from the windows, and practical couches and desks were scattered throughout the circular room. 

Shooting a glance of triumph at Nina I turned around and entered the Common Room.

Sorry, Muggle-born, I thought gleefully, but this Weasley just won that round. I wasn’t going to be like my father or mother, who did everything Harry Potter told them to do. I’m nobody’s sidekick.

Chapter One of Family Legacy

Chapter One: I Wish I Wasn’t a Malfoy

My shining blond hair is covered by my black robes, which I have pulled up to hide the revealing masses within. Scorpius has not done the same, and even though he does not look much like father, the crowd of first years avoid him. They point their fingers at my twin, whispering about the linage of the Malfoy's and how we’re all destined to be in Slytherin and take over the world. 

All of the first-years are standing outside of the Great Hall, nervously staying as a group and murmuring about which house we want to be in. I can tell the Muggle-borns from the half-bloods, and the children of famous and not-so famous witches and wizards. When you are despised and hated by almost everyone in the Wizarding world, you know who has the most against you. I did all of my research before coming to Hogwarts— Mum made sure of that. 

To my right, I don’t look. I will not look at the shaggy brown hair that is so much like his father’s, or the mass of red curls that hide the brain that she inherited from her mother. It’s not that I hate them, but I know that once they see my face, and hair, which is almost identical to my father’s, they will hate me. 

Everyone hates a Malfoy. 

I weave through the crowd and grab my brother’s shoulder. He looks at me, then his face relaxes. 

“Hazel,” he said bluntly, obvious to the pointing fingers,” why are you hiding yourself in—“ he stopped and yanked my robes back into their place. My blond hair fell back to my shoulder, its platinum sheen revealing the origins of my parenthood. 

“Scorpius!” I hissed. “I told you that I don’t want to be a Malfoy, okay? That was my last tactic before they place that bloody Sorting Hat and it tells everyone that I’m in Slytherin, just like all of the other Malfoys before me.”

“Don’t be ashamed of our name,” said Scorpius. His grey eyes drifted over my shoulder and widened in fear. “We’ll continue this conversation later,” he said, and turned me around. 

An elderly but formidable-looking witch with glasses stood a little ways from our group. She wore black robes and a hat, and although wrinkles were all over her face she radiated an aura of power and discipline. 

“Welcome to Hogwarts, first-years,” she said, nodding at our group. “I am the headmistress, Professor McGonagall.” She turned a little towards a pair of giant black doors that framed four hourglasses full of red, blue, green, and yellow gems. “In just a few moments we will be entering these doors, where all of you will be sorted into houses.”

My stomach turned queasily. However hard I wished not to be like a Malfoy, I had known my entire life that I would be sorted into Slytherin. Not because Malfoys were  always sorted into Slytherin, but because all of my personality traits matched the descriptions of the house itself. 

“There are four houses,” Professor McGonagall explained, probably to all of the muggle-borns who hadn’t even picked up one book to learn about magic before starting at Hogwarts. “Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Huffelpuff, and Slytherin.” 

Did I imagine it? Or did her face twitch in an odd face when she said Slytherin. 

“Your house is like your family at Hogwarts,” she continued,” And will suffer if you break any rules. You break rules, points are taken away. If you do something good, your house will receive points. At the end of the year, we have a celebration for the house with the most points.”

From the very front of the crowd a no-nonsense voice piped up. “Can we get sorted to our houses now? Hogwarts: A History explains all of this.” Rose Weasley looked at the crowd, smirking slightly. “For those who bothered to memorize all of our textbooks, anyway.”

“Who is that?” said Scorpius, trying to see over the heads of a  tall Muggle-born.

“Rose Weasley,” I murmured. “Daughter of Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley. Harry Potter’s best friends.”

Scorpius nodded understandably. “She despises us, then.”

I wasn’t able to answer as Professor McGonagall wordlessly turned around and pushed open the giant doors. Immediately, a warm, comforting glow, like Malfoy Manor’s lights entered the hallway.  

The Headmistress led us down two tables, which I guessed were Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, from the color of the badges and scarves they wore. Thousands of candles were floating aimlessly across the room, and if I craned my neck I could see all of the stars in the sky, projected on the roof. 

Scorpius and I walked together, with all eyes upon us. The line of first-years stopped a couple of meters away from a small, rickety stool. Professor McGonagall now was holding a greying, patched hat in her hand, and a scroll of names. But it was the hat that held my attention. Did it know the tremendous job it had? How did it choose where to put everyone? Could it really see my secrets and thoughts? 

Just being near the Sorting Hat made my thoughts seem open, like everyone in the room could read them. 

Professor McGonagall unrolled the parchment, and read the first name. 

“Brocklehurst, Brook,” the Sorting Hat said,” GRYFFINDOR!” 

I felt my palms sweating desperately as the names ticked by. 

“Finnigan, April!” 

From the ranks of the first-years a chubby, straight brown-haired girl sat down on the stool. The Sorting Hat was placed upon her head, and April’s face twisted as the second ticked by.

The Sorting Hat took several more seconds deciding, until is finally shouted,” RAVENCLAW!” 

With a relived smile, April yanked the hat off her head and handed it to Professor McGonagall. She bounded to the table of cheering students, and sat down in the middle of a clot of second or third-years. 

“Nott, Peter!” 

A sandy-haired boy stumbled up to the stage and sat rigidly on the stool. I tipped my head, remembering that his grandfather was a Death Eater, imprisoned in Azkaban. 

Just like my grandfather, I thought, as Peter ran off to the Slytherin table in triumph.

Just as MacDougal, Jane, was sorted into Huffelpuff, Professor Mcgonagall peered at the paper and said,”Malfoy, Hazel!” 

I swallowed, and felt Scorpius’s hand on my back. Fighting all instincts to run away from my destiny as a Malfoy, I took slow steps to the stool, and the Sorting Hat. Sitting down on the hard wood, Professor McGonagall dropped the piece of fabric onto my white-blond hair. 

As soon as it touched my I heard a voice in my head that was not my own. 

“Hmmm,” the Sorting Hat said. I gripped the edges of the stool, terrified. “Very interesting. There’s ambition in there, and smarts. Not a huge amount of kindness or patience, so that rules of Huffelpuff. Gryffindor?” I felt like I was going to fall off the chair.  No! No, not Gryffindor! I thought. My grandparents Lucias and Narcissa had told me that I would be a horrible granddaughter if I was in Gryffindor.“No? Not Gryffindor? Hmm. Not a bad mind, brave, very cunning. I guess that it’s going to be SLYTHERIN!”

Wonderful, I thought. Now I’m really a Malfoy. 

Family Legacy-- Harry Potter Next Generation Fanfiction

I will be posting the full copy of the manuscript on this blog. If you want more, the entire text is available here on Wattpad; https://www.wattpad.com/206414840-family-legacy-harry-potter-fanfiction-chapter-one

Albus Potter, Hazel Malfoy, Scorpious Malfoy, and Rose Weasley are new first-years at Hogwarts, and the four of them only have one thing in common-- they're determined to change the destiny that their parents have unknowenly written for them. Albus wants to be known for something other then his father, Hazel wants to have her Malfoy legacy disappear entirly, Rose wants the Weasley name to be the best, not the sidekick of others. And Scorpious Malfoy wants to be proud of his last name, and change the meaning of it as well. Follow these four young wizards as they fight to break from the path that the Potters, Malfoys, and Weasley's have always walked.