Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Harry Potter. I do however own Cayden.
Author's Note: I have no idea how I got the idea for this story. It sort of came to me. Try to guess who the mother is, if you're right you get a cookie.
Daddy, Who Is She?
Chapter One
Sixteen years ago, I was born. I don't know much more than that. I do know that it was on August 13th, 2001. My mother left a few months after I was born, and Daddy refuses to talk about her.
I wish I knew who she was, at least, but my mind told me that was never going to happen.
I remembered the talks I overheard when I was little, "She looks so much like you, no one would ever be able to tell what happened."
"That's the thing, as much as I should, I don't regret any moment of it."
"Sweetie, you know how your father will be if he finds out."
"Mum," My father sighed, "Maybe he doesn't have to know?"
So obviously, based on the various versions of that conversation that I had heard throughout my life, Daddy being with my mother was a bad thing.
Daddy and I were close, we always had been, seeing as it was just us. "Caydie," Daddy whined, tickling me, "I'm bored."
I laughed, I was ten then, "Daddy," I whined back, "You're thirty. Amuse yourself."
He pulled me into his lap, "I don't wanna."
I giggled, "Stop being such a little kid." He tugged lightly on my white-blonde hair, "Daddy!"
"That hurt?" He asked, smiling at me as he tickled my sides again.
I squirmed in his lap, "Stop!"
"Stop what?" He kept tickling me.
"That!"
"What?"
"You know what!"
"No I don't." He smiled at me, but stopped anyway, "You're going to Hogwarts next year." He said, "Are you excited?"
I shrugged, "Did my mom go to Hogwarts?"
"Yes."
"What house was she in?"
"Cayden," He looked at me, "Not today, okay?"
"Why can't you tell me what house?"
"I will when you turn seventeen."
"But Daddy!"
"Cayden Elizabeth Malfoy, no." That was the final word, when Daddy used my whole name.
"Okay." There was a long awkward silence as I sat in Daddy's lap, "What house do you think I'll be in?"
"Slytherin."
"But I'm not evil!"
"But you're a Malfoy." He ran his hands through my hair, "And Malfoys are always in Slytherin."
On my 11th birthday that year, my Hogwarts letter came.
Dear Miss Malfoy,
You have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The train will leave Platform 9 3/4 at 11 o' clock AM on Sunday September 2nd. We look forward to seeing you there, please sent an owl with your acceptance or rejection by August 20th, 2012.
- Zachary Wilson
-- Deputy Headmaster
Attached to the letter was my supply list.
Necessities:
- 3 black robes
- 1 pointed black hat
- 1 pewter cauldron
- 2 pairs of dragon hide gloves
- 1 wand
Books:
- Standard Book Of Spells: Grade 1 by Miranda Goshawk
- A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
- A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshott
- Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
- 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
- Stars, Sky, Planets by Cassidy Greene
Students are allowed to have an owl, cat, rat, or toad.
First years may not have a broom.
I blinked, a small smile on my face as I read the letter. Daddy wasn't home from work yet, but as soon as he got home, I'd show him. Harkey, one of our two house elves, stood next to me, "What is your excitement, Young Mistress?"
"I got my letter for school!" I exclaimed, extremely happy. Harkey had belonged to my grandparents, but Grandfather handed him down to us. The other elf, Emmet, was down in the kitchen, making dinner for later.
"That is very good, Young Mistress. Master will be very proud of you." Harkey said, smiling, "I heards him--," He cut himself off, "Bad Harkey!" He exclaimed, throwing himself against the wall, "Bad Harkey!"
I pulled him away from the wall, "You aren't bad Harkey." I said.
"Harkey almost said what he heard Master saying in his chambers." Harkey exclaimed, throwing himself against the wall again, "Bad Harkey."
I sighed, "Harkey. Daddy's not like your old master, Daddy's nicer." It was true.
"Harkey can't speak bad of Old Master."
I looked at him, "Why don't you go help Emmet?" I asked, "I'm going to go up to Daddy's library and look around."
"Okay, Young Mistress." Harkey said, walking to the kitchens.
I sighed as I walked up to Daddy's library. I walked along the shelves, looking for a good novel. For coming from a family that was so dead against Muggleborns, he had a lot of Muggle novels. One of the author's I had fallen in love with was William Shakespeare, I searched the shelves, and saw Romeo and Juliet.
I grabbed it, and fell into one of Daddy's black comfortable armchairs. I opened the book and began reading.
A few hours later, I was on Act Four, and Daddy came in, "Harkey told me you got your letter." He said, coming up from behind and draping his arms around me.
I jumped, marked my page and looked at Daddy, "Yeah, on my birthday too."
"It's your birthday?" He teased, kissing the top of my head. "Go change into something fancy-ish." He said, pulling me up and lightly tapping me to get me out of the library, "We're going out."
"Like what kind of fancy?"
"A skirt and a nice shirt. Or a dress."
I nodded, walking towards my room.
