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Short stories for Alison Malfoy by Bookpanda12

Format: Short story collection
Chapters: 5
Word Count: 2,569
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Spoilers

Genres: General
Characters: OtherCanon
Pairings:

First Published: 10/15/2020
Last Chapter: 10/18/2020
Last Updated: 10/18/2020

Summary:

I know many of you tell me to keep updating Alison Malfoy And The Truth Yet To Be Told so every friday, I will post a short story from Alison Malfoy. Some spoilers. This is not Alison Malfoy And The Truth Yet To Be Told. These chapters do not follow each other. These chapters also follow prompts from my ELA teacher...

 

because of COVID, I have to switch schools (for the 2nd quarter of school) so I will not have the same ELA teacher, which means, I will not be able to update as much.  



Chapter 1: Number one
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It was one o’clock, time for me to sneak out to meet him near the Black Lake. Him, the nephew of The Dark Lord, my boyfriend. He wasn’t evil, not really. I took a candle holder and a candle from my bedside table and lit it. The light danced around the room, making the room look creepy; it was Halloween after all. I crept through the halls, the caretaker was patrolling near the other side of school. 

When I arrived at The Black Lake, he was already there, wearing a long cloak and holding a lit wand. It was freezing outside and snowing, I forgot to bring a cloak.

“You’re five minutes early,” he said, smirking. “I didn’t know that you were that excited.”

“You were early too.” I pointed out. 

“True. Are you cold?” He asked, walking towards me.

“Freezing.” I replied. He draped his cloak around me. 

“What a gentleman,” I muttered. He raised an eyebrow.

“Really?” He asked, I nodded, wondering what he’d do next. He made a snowball and threw it at me, aiming at my head. He was a good thrower, that was a problem because he played Seeker on Slytherin’s team. I made a few snowballs two, and threw it at him, expecting him to dodge it. But he didn’t, he let it hit him, square in the face. He grinned, “I haven’t had this much fun in a long time though I expect Filch will be here soon.” 

“Ugh! But if we do get caught; again, it’s my fault this time” I groaned, I wished that the bloody caretaker didn’t have to come. We heard footsteps in the snow. It was Filch. We looked at each other.

“Hide!” He mouthed, he ducked behind a big rock, and he pulled me with him.

“Children in the snow!” Cackled Filch. “I’ll make sure the Headmistress knows.” It was rumoured that he was crazy, ever since Umbridge died. “Come out and show yourself!” He shouted, heading to the Forbidden Forest. I sighed in relief, but it was a trick, Filch was behind us, grinning to himself.

“Caught you! Which one of you wants to face torture?” He asked. My boyfriend looked at me, he mouthed, “sorry!” And then he did the stupidest thing ever. 

“It was me, Sir. I made Alison come. It is I who should be punished, not her.” He said bravely- I mean stupidly. It was a very nice thing for him to do, but I didn’t want him getting hurt.

“You? Alright, follow me.” Said Filch. I shook my head no, but my stupid boyfriend followed Filch. I knew that I wouldn't ever make that mistake again; letting him face the consequences.



Chapter 2: Number two
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“Alison, if you were president of The United States for one day, what issue would you address first?” The online muggle teacher asked. I sighed; the teacher, Ms. Connie, always forgot that I lived in England. She lived across the pond and always criticized my accent. Why did Mum and Dad hire her? I mean, she was said to be the ‘best’ though England and the United States. Atleast, that was what the websites said. But still!

 

“Well, first of all, I live in England and I’m under-age. But if I lived in the U.S. and I was of age, I’d put everyone back in quarantine. The number of cases rise up each week, hundreds of thousands die. And everyone who has COVID-19 will not be able to go out unless they wear a mask and gloves. I feel that a lot of people aren’t careful; I heard that some don’t even wear masks.” I said, taking a deep breath.

 

“That was awesome! So there is a little competition in the US and the prompt was: if you were president of The United States for one day, what issue would you address first? And you are one of the five students that can go! If you win, you’d be the president of the day. I heard that there was something similar in England?” She smiled.

 

Merlin’s beard! Me? I mean I know I’m super rich and all, but me? The girl with dirty blonde hair and grey-blue eyes? This was both good and bad. The good part was that I might be able to pick up some tips for my Mum; she was running to be the Minister Of Magic. But the bad news was that I might say something I’m not supposed to say. Like something to do with wizards and Hogwarts. 

 

“It’s okay if you say stuff about Hogwarts, the mics are supposed to block it off.” She explained. “I know that you’re a Witch because of how you act and your background. You’re a half-blood?” She said quickly. She must have seen the look of shock in my face. 

 

“Oh. And no. I’m not a half-blood! I’m a Pure-blood” I said, horrified. Ms. Connie shook her head.

 

“Sorry, but did you know, your Mum found out that she was a Pure-blood before you were born? She thought she was a Mud— sorry, Muggle-born?” Ms. Connie asked. Really?    

 

“Oh.” I said, silence filled the room. I looked at my watch, it said that it was seven o'clock already. “Well, I have to go now. See you next time, bye!” I said cheerfully as I ended the meeting. Phew! Today was one of her ‘good mood’ days, which is good. But next week, it’ll be her ‘bad mood’ oh, no!



Chapter 3: Number three
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As I stand on the cliff, I think, ‘what am I doing here?’ My hands were tied and so were my feet. A big man came from behind me. 

 

“Jump.” He said harshly. ‘No, this couldn't be happening’; that man was Lestrange. The man Mum and dad always told me to stay away from. I felt my eyes water. If I die, I’ll never be able to see my parents. ‘I’m a pure-blood though’ I thought to myself.

 

“Y-you must b-be mistaken. I-I’m Alison Malfoy. Daughter of Hermione Malfoy and Draco Malfoy. If you kill me, father will punish you. Mother will poison you.” my voice shook as I said that. My father was second in command. And my mother is very smart.


“Yes, if you die, Malfoy will grieve on your death. He’ll fail his tasks! Then I’ll be second in command” he laughed. His laugh sounded like the ones in Muggle movies, so cold and creepy. His laugh sounded worse than Voldemort’s, the one Mum always talked about. I took a deep breath and jumped. The air was cold, but I felt calm and graceful. But then, I landed with a thud. When I opened my eyes, I felt that I died. My whole body was in pain. I must’ve made a lot of noise because an old man came.

 

“Hello, young one.” He said. “My name is Lucius, what’s your name?” 

 

“Alison Malfoy.” I said. My voice sounded raspy. 

 

“Aren’t you a lucky one, Alison. You survived a ten feet fall. Here, drink this.” He handed me a cup of water. Although he was a stranger, I drank it. 

 

“Thank you.” I finally said. I sounded a lot better. 

 

“You’re welcome.” He paused. “Did you say, Malfoy?” I nodded. This man seemed familiar. A little like a dad.

 

“I-I I’m your Grandfather!” He yelled in joy. My grandfather? 

 

“I don’t want to be rude, but who are you?” I asked. He turned to me and sighed.

 

“Draco is my s-son.” His voice shook on the word ‘son.’

 

“Then how come father never speaks of you?” I asked. I once asked my father if I had a grandfather, and he said no, I didn’t.

 

“I… I have done some horrible… things.” He whispered as if he didn’t want to speak of it. 

 

“Didn’t everyone?” I asked. I’ve done some horrible things too. I’ve spied on my father when I was eight years old, before I found out who I was.



Chapter 5: Number five
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A classmate and I decided to combine our stories together, so it’s not all Harry Potter

Like all of my chapters in this, it has not been proof-read


And the cup turned over on Skipper’s ‘beautiful’ brown head, drowning him with green goop.

“Don’t you dare insult my family!” I yelled before running to the Slytherin common room. I threw myself on my bed and cried. Ever since my sister, Rose was kidnapped, Skipper made fun of her and my family. I knew he was just jealous, but it hurt me.

 

“What’s wrong? Skipper again?” Victoire asked, placing a hand on my shoulder. I nodded, wiping my tears on a handkerchief.

 

“Y-yes. I just wish that he would disappear! And Rose would appear, safe!” I cried.

 

“The Aurors are working on it, be patient. We’ll find Rose.” She said soothingly. 

 

 

“Why do you have a perfect life?!” I shouted, tears running down my face. 

 

“I don’t have a perfect life, I was supposed to be in Gryffindor! My parents disowned me! The Dark Lord is coming to see if I’m worthy. I wasn’t loyal like your family!” She whispered the last part, hope and anger in her eyes. I immediately felt bad,

 

“I’m sorry, Vic! I’m just tired!” I said, hopping that she’d forgive me. Her eyes softened.

 

“I’m sorry too, but we’d better get to class” she said. She grabbed our bags and we went to Charms. The classroom was too bright and cheerful, sunlight poured through the windows, making me feel warm. I shook my head and tears rolled down my eyes again. 

 

“I’m going to find Rose.” I said softly. Victorie turned.

 

“What? Ali, you can’t skip school!” She hissed. “I won’t let you.”

 

“Please? You don’t have to go.” I asked in my best, ‘I’ll be good’ voice. 

 

“No. Alison, it’s dangerous! Uncle Harry almost died when he…” she trailed off. “Besides, you’re too young,” she said firmly.

 

“I’ll go by myself. You still owe me,” I said. “Goodbye” I turned and ran to my dorm and packed my bag with supplies, clothes, food, drinks, ropes, my wand, shoes, a picture of my friends and family, my owl, parchment, a quill, and a book. I crept to the window and jumped. I felt free and graceful; until I hit the ground with a thud. I quickly ran past gates someone had left open. An abandoned broomstick was there, so I got on. I didn’t play Quidditch. But I could ride a broom. I started slow at first, but I got better.


 

It was nearly midnight when I arrived at Delaneir Middle, a middle school. I was going to go there but Hogwarts was where everyone in my family went to, and I didn’t want to ruin the tradition. I hoped that they would have a place for me to stay for one night. I took a deep breath and opened the door, they had forgotten to lock it, then, I slammed the door. I quickly stuffed the broomstick in my bag, it had an enlarging spell so that it could fit anything. I then turned so that they’d think that I was running away. I hoped that my plan would work. And it did. An old woman came stumbling down the stairs and she grabbed me. 

 

“It’s no use trying to run away,” she said as she pulled me in. I pretended to be disappointed, when really, I was excited. I knew a lot about Delaneir Middle. Mum had let me decide if I wanted to go here. The old woman was Miss Rolanda, the principal. She led me to her office and forced me to sit on the chair.

 

“Why were you running away?” She asked after she sat down on her chair.

 

"I...'' I stopped, what was a believable reason? A tall blonde haired boy with green eyes my age, maybe a little older, walked in. 

 

“Miss Rolanda, the other boys dared her to. I tried to stop her.” he said, looking frustrated. I shot him a grateful smile when Miss Rolanda wasn’t looking. 

 

“Your punishment is to help Alan” She gestured to the boy who helped me, “wipe all the windows first thing in the morning.” she said. Wipe the windows? That was easy.

 

“Thank you, I will not run away again, Miss Rolanda.” I said. Alan led me to an empty closet.

 

“Thank you,” I said. 

 

“You’re welcome.” he said. There was an awkward silence. 

 

“Where should I sleep?” I asked, breaking the silence. The closet was small, so I could probably sleep here.

 

“Miss Rolanda has a spare room with a clean bed. She’s also forgetful, so she won’t know that you don’t attend this school. I trust that you can manage on your own, being a witch and all.” He said with a smile. What? How did he know? This is so bad, very bad. He could turn me in. This is a muggle school! 

 

“Oh, I won’t turn you in, as long as you keep the secret that I’m an enchanter. I’m the only one who knows that you’re a witch.” He said. How did he know that I thought that he was going to turn me in? What’s an Enchanter? 

 

“How did you know what I was thinking? What’s an Enchanter? And how do you know that I’m a witch?” I asked in panic. 

 

“Let’s just say that I’m a very special person.” he said mysteriously. 

 



Chapter 6: Number 6
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because of COVID, I have to switch schools (for the 2nd quarter of school) so I will not have the same ELA teacher, which means, I will not be able to update as much.  

 

Sorry 



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