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Xena Malfoy by Luna_Lovegood7

Format: Novel
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 2,358
Status: WIP

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Contains profanity, Scenes of a sexual nature

Genres: Drama, General, Romance
Characters: Lucius, Narcissa, Draco, Albus, Hugo, James (II), Lily (II), Rose, Scorpius, OtherCanon
Pairings: James/OC, Lucius/Narcissa, Teddy/Victoire, Draco/OC

First Published: 08/10/2015
Last Chapter: 09/01/2015
Last Updated: 09/01/2015

Xena Malfoy has a lot to overcome, not the least of which is her father's name. Younger sister to cruel Scorpius, who is the replica of their father, Xena finds it hard relating to anybody in her family. That is until she goes to Hogwarts.

Chapter 1: Welcome to the Wizarding World
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I wake up with my eyes sealed closed with salty tears. At first I am confused as I rub the gunk from them. Then I remember. Remember scrubbing the floor for hours while my Mother watched with wand pointed, waiting for me to slack in the effort. When the floor was finally spotless, my hands shaking, maybe from tiredness or maybe for the number of cruciatus curses that where fire my way, I stood up and wiped my hand from dirt and grease. Then my brother, Scorpius, and Father, Draco, sauntered in feet caked in mud from foxhunting.

“We’re back sweetheart!” Draco cried and slipped a kiss on Astoria’s cheek.

I saw their shoes too late and screeched “No!” But the damaged was already done.

Great big muddy foot prints had been plastered on to the floor, all my hard work, all that time spent, and wasted on those great oafs.

“Oh, sorry Xena,” Scorpius sarcastically answered, “Did I just destroy your hard work? Back on your knees then.”

And Scorpius and Father kicked their shoes off and walked up the stairs laughing.

I was forced to do the floor again and sent to bed with no dinner for time wasting and speaking out of line. That night, like most, I cried myself to sleep.

I swing my legs out of my grimy mattress and look around my dingy attic room. There are no windows and in some places there is no floor just insulation and great planks of wood. My mattress is located on the left side of the room; I managed to find some old pieces of ugly floral material and stapled them to the ceiling to form make shift curtains to give myself privacy. Across the back of my room is too small to stand due to the sloping roof and on the right is a broken chest of draws.

I keep all my money in the top right draw, the left one is missing. The middle draw is where I house my clothes; one ripped dress, two pairs of odd socks, two shirts that where too small for Scorpius and a pair of clean jeans that I brought with some muggle money I found. I have no magical clothes yet but I want that to change. The bottom draw has one broken handle but the other works fine. That is where I store my treasures. All my baby teeth, a handmade toy made of felt and pipe cleaners, my dairy and several pictures of Sirus Black (my cousin once removed) who was the one of the only people related to me not to be sorted into Slytherin. I also had one picture of Andromeda (my Aunt) who married Ted Tonks the muggle born. My final picture is that of Teddy Lupin (my cousin once removed) holding hands with Victoire Weasley. However I have never met these people all of whom disowned and removed from the family tree. I sigh at my pitiful room before my Mother calls me.

“Xena! Come down here now! Your Father wants breakfast!” Screamed Mother from down stairs.

I sighed, changed into my jeans and shirt and crawled down the ladder to the sound of my Mother who was fussing over Scorpius.
The only thing that keeps me going these days is the knowledge that September 1st is only a week away and finally I am eleven and ready to go to Hogwarts. My brother, beingntwelve, has already attended for one year and been sorted into Slytherin.
“Today is the day,” said Draco as I severed him bacon and fried eggs in the dining room.

I simply nod because I can barely contain my excitement.

Today, Father said if I buffed his shoes every day this week and cooked him breakfast for a whole month that on August 24th he would take me to Diagon Ally. I had spent the all my life scavenging, stealing and earning my money for this moment. I had saved a grand total of 11 Galleons 9 Sickles and 26 Knuts. But that was nothing on my brother. He had more money than he could count because my Mother and Father gave him each 10 Galleons a week. Most of the money that I own came from Scorpius, he left masses of change just lying about the house because he had so much gold and did not care if it went missing.

The reason why I am treated like a house elf goes way back to when my father was in second year. He told Scorpius this story and I couldn’t help but over hear it.

“I used to go to school with an annoying little brat called Harry Potter and his little clan of mudbloods and filth.” And that is how he had started the story with an air of superiority that only being pure blooded could achieve. “Now my father was a very powerful man and had sent to do a job for his boss and it involved a little blood traitor Weasely, ginger fools. Now at the time we had a house elf, Dobby, who was going behind our backs and giving information about the plan to Potter of all people. Now because of Dobby and that Potter the plan failed and Potter tricked my Father into freeing Dobby so we were without a House Elf; so my father employed a slave of some kind who worked hard all her life. She was practically as good as a House Elf, even if she was a Squib. Now when she was no longer useful, just after you were born and just before Xena, so your Mother and I decided our next child would be a replacement until we found a new Squib for the job.”

And that is how the story ended with Scorpius’ laughs ringing in my ears. I was almost happy, though, because for the first six years of my life I thought there was something wrong with me. That I was stupid or even worse, a Squib.

I crammed some toast in my mouth, dry because I wasn’t allowed butter, and I waited at the fire place patiently. Finally, my Father, Mother and Brother were ready. With shaking hands I passed the ornate pot of floo power to my father.

He said “Now remember, speak clearly. I cannot be bothered to chase a stupid little girl around the whole of Diagon Alley because she mumbled.”

Draco grabbed a handful of the silver glitter and stepped into the spotless fire place. It was of course big enough that he did not need to bend his neck to enter.

“Diagon Alley,” cried Draco and dropped the sparkling fistful into the fireplace. A green fire burst from nowhere and I had to close my eyes from the brightness. When I opened them a second later my father was nowhere to be seen.

“Here, you next,” my Mother shoved the vase into my trembling hands.

I carefully pulled out a fistful, care not to let any of the fine powder slip between my fingers I walked into the fireplace. This would be my first time in the magical world. This would be my first time in seeing a magical person that was not my relative. This would be my first time to be treated like a human not a house elf.

I let the floo powder slide from my grasp and spoke clearly, “Diagon Alley.”

In a sudden woosh I was sucked up the fire place, spinning around and around. I caught glimpse of different exits. One was a middle age witch serving what looked like pickled slugs to her twin daughters. Another showed a young man who was sing along with a whistling teapot while making cheese toasties. Finally, I came to a dizzy stop and shot out the end of a fireplace. A kind looking old witch with round glasses and a slightly bent hat bend down a helped me off the floor. I thanked her again and again until my father saw me a yanked me away from the woman. When she saw my father, however, she wrinkled her nose in disgust and muttered about pure bloods and death eaters.

I could not care what that witch was saying about my family because for the first time ever I was inside the magical world. I control a shuddering breath of excitement as I look around the shop I am in. Parchment stacked everywhere, an old wizard pacing the rows of leather-bound books with a pair of glasses place haphazardly on his long crooked nose and a handful of Hogwarts students souring their parchments for the correct spell books to buy.

That reminded me to pull out my very own Hogwarts letter which I received on my eleventh birthday on June 23rd. It was the only birthday which I actually looked forward too ever.
I unroll the worn yellow paper and read it, even though I had memorised it several weeks ago.

Headmistress: Minerva McGonagall
Dear Miss Malfoy,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Filius Flitwick
Deputy Head

I smile and then draw out the next slip of parchment out and begin to read that as well.

First-year students require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black with silver fastening)
Please note that all pupil’s clothes should carry name tags.
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner’s Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set of glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set of brass scales
Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.
Yours sincerely,
Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus
Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions

I reread the books that I need and then begin to wander the isles searching for A Beginner’s Guide to Transfiguration when I bump into a ginger girl with her nose stuck so far into a thick book that she could not see where she was going.

“Sorry!” She cried when she realised that she had knocked all the books piled up in my hands and caused them to fly across the floor.

She knelt down and helped my pick up the books; I smiled at her, my white blonde hair falling across my eyes because my head was tilted so low. When we had finished picking them all up, she rose to her feet and pushed her bushy red hair back behind her ear, her bright hazel eyes fixed on me.

She spoke clearly and concisely, “Look, I am really sorry. I was not looking where I was going, I will get you a butterbeer , you know, to make up for it?” She smiles, revealing pearly white teeth, “Oh, and my name is Rose Weasley, and yours is…”
I gulp and answer “Xena” I do not want Rose to know my surname, thank god she does not ask for it.

“What an unusual name!” She exclaims and grabs my hand and pulls me over to the till, placing books steadily on my pile in my hands as we stroll over. By the time I reach the witch at the checkout my hands are aching with the number of novels placed in my trembling hands.

“And that is the entire set of book that I needed to get through first year!” concluded Rose.

I stare at the monstrous tower of books looming over me and I gulp. The witch scans each book with her wand, the grand total steadily rising until it reaches practically half my budget.
“Five Galleons, eight Sickles and two Knuts please.” The witch said.

I sigh at this hefty amount and reach into my pocket but Rose had already placed six Galleons on the counter and the woman was giving Rose change.

“Have a nice day!” The witch said to her and Rose smiles and grabbed the books and marched me out the shop.

Out the corner of my eye I saw Scorpius scowling at me, but I was so happy nobody to bring me down.

“Thank you!” I cried and wrap Rose in a hug “Thank you.”

All Rose can do is smile and say “No problem!”

Rose takes my arms and drags me away from the book shop which I later find out is Flourish and Blotts and says “Now I have to meet my massive family at the Leaky Cauldron.”

I instantly understand, she wants to get rid of me but wants to be polite about it.

I say “Sure, I will be on my way then and begin to walk the other direction, still happy that I talked to somebody who doesn’t treat me like dirt.

“Wait up, silly!” Rose calls and grips me and drags me the other way. “I was going to say I am sure they won’t mind me bringing you along.”

I could hardly believe my ears. She wanted me to stay!

“Are you sure, I mean I don’t want to intrude or anything, if it’s a family thing…” I trailed off, I was speechless and amazed that Rose wanted me to stay.

“Yeah! Come on Xena, to the Leaky Cauldron!”