There are many graves that lay on the hill by my house, I'm not sure what all the names are or how important they were, but there is a grave that I know my mother loves. My mother says that my father was once a great man, though my mother says he changed. My mother says that my father was once a terrible man, that he was in ways a savior of many. My mother says that my father saved lives, but I know that my mother doesn't even believe what she's saying.

When I first came here my mother told me the truth - some of it anyways. She would say things like, "The sun shines so much brighter here," or, "You'll make such great friends here," or even, "People like you better here". It was never about how much people hated her, we both knew that everyone hated my mother for who she loved. My father loved her more than anything in the world, and in the end I guess that is what drove him to do it. My mother's love drove him to suicide.

As you've probably guessed by now, my father is the one and only Draco Malfoy. My father was my everything and he loved me as much as he loved my mother, I'm sure of that much. My father used to tuck me into bed, and he used to read me stories. I remember my father taught me many muggle things to do that he didn't know himself. He taught me to fly a broom though we couldn't go very high, he taught me to hide when trouble came and he taught me to stand my ground.

My father taught me life. In a way, my father was my life, so it crippled me to find my father gone. I had felt the hole in my heart, the world had stopped moving and things froze in place. Time was gone and so was he. My father wasn't coming back. I was only nine at the time when he killed himself, but I remember every pain-staking detail of it. There were lots of people at his funeral, big smiles on their faces. They were there to see for themselves if he was really dead, and I hate those people for how they spit on my father's corpse.

I suppose you no longer wish to hear about my father, but I can't help but talk about him when I'm like this. I can't help but ramble on about how great he was, he was no bad person when the War began. I swear, my father never killed anyone . . . But himself.

I am his daughter. His only child and the only one to live up to his legacy. In my eyes, things seem easy. Everyone says that I'll never be as good as my father was, and I plan on teaching them wrong. I may be a girl, but like my father, I am a Malfoy. I am Vanessa Leigh Malfoy. And my proof, came in the form of a letter.

Welcome to Hogwarts.