A man stood directly in front of her father, it was this man that Deborah had been hearing, the one that seemed so familiar. This man carried a silver snake-headed cane in his right hand.

“You will surpass your father’s expectations of greatness for you. You will be a most powerful ally to me. You will now reclaim your name as Deborah Elaine Malfoy and will go live under the care of your true father.”

 Weasley, the object of Malfoy’s disgust, looked the family over. He nodded towards Deborah with a sneer. “She does not look like a Malfoy.” He said.

Lucius glared at the red haired man who had said that. He pulled his wand out from the holder in his Snake-headed cane that he always carried. He waved it at Deborah and her hair turned blonde and her blue-green eyes turned grey. Her wisps of hair hanging from her bun turned curly making t