Chapter One:
Family Truth
"Perri! Wake up, dear!"My mother shook me awake. "Perri! Your hair looks like a pheonixs nest"My mother sighed, as she tucked her hair behind her ear.
"MOTHER!"I groaned as I sat up in my bed. My mother giggled and skipped out of the room as my father walked in.
"I want you to be good today, okay, hon?"he asked. I nodded slowly as I stiffled a yawn. "What time is it?"I groaned, throughing the blankets back over my head.
"10 o'clock"My father replied. I gasped and shoot out of bed, so fast it beat my fathers Firebolt III.
"Father, where's my clothes?"I gasped as I combed my elbow length brown hair and put them into piggytails. My father didn't answer, he just chucked some jeans and a peasant shirt onto my bed.
My father left the room and I changed.
And If you are wondering who I am my name is Perri Anastacia Malfoy. Today I'm going to my parents old school, Hogwarts. It is the best magical school in England, it appears. But people think I will be like what my father was like when he was at school. But he was like that for his father, and I have taken on his loyalty and courage. Not that it didn't also come from my mother, of course. My mother is Hermione Jane Malfoy, although her maiden name is Granger. I am always told I have inheritated her brains, although...she seems to still be moving.
My eyes are silver, not grey, like my fathers, but silver. Infact, if people aren't calling me Perri or Anya, they're most likely to be calling me Silver. Unless my parents are mad at me, then they use my full name [heehee].
Anyway, I looked at myself in the mirror, and my eyes floated up to my hair. Another unusual thing, my hair has blue strikes in it, and guess what? It's natural.
Grabbing my trunk I left the room, CrookshanksII running after me. Huffing and Puffing I collapsed onto the couch in the lounge room.
"Mother, may we leave now?"I gasped as I put the trunk on the ground. My mother nodded and drained the last of her tea. My afther picked up my trunk,I put Crooky into his basket and we headed for the fireplace.
Hello young ones...(or...adult ones...)
It seems you've stumbled across my story! Good for you!
I ask you kindly, oh EVER so kindlt that-maybe-you could review?
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Vanessa
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