Challenge: Fire the Canon's Character of the Week Drabble Competition (week 2), on HPFC
Cheeky Slytherin Lass's Fanfiction Scavenger Hunt Competition, on HPFC
Characters: Adrian Pucey
Prompt: Must be written in first person.
This entire drabble set is for prompt 8. A drabble collection of 5, all less than 500 words.
Word count: 200
A/N: It's up to you whether or not Adrian's a muggleborn or half-blood, but he's pessimistic so assumes he's a mudblood. His muggle mother panicked when he turned out to be a 'freak', abandoning him, and he ended up in an orphanage in muggle London. There, for whatever reason, he was found and adopted by a pureblood couple, the Pucey family, who drilled ideas of blood supremacy into him from birth. No surprise that he's so negative about himself.
I'd always hated my name. Adrian. What a delightfully muggle name.
I hated it even more when I got my letter for Hogwarts just after my eleventh birthday. Dear Mr Pucey, it said, like a badge of shame. It was like this McGonagall was pointing at me, laughing: ha, ha, Adrian Pucey, what a muggle piece of trash.
Oh, I knew that wasn't it at all. I knew she couldn't possibly know that I was a mudblood, a piece of refuse clinging to the shoe that was my pureblood adoptive parents. My muggle mother had been disgusted with my random acts of magic as a toddler, and off she'd shipped me to some orphanage in London, disposing of me as she would a broken glass.
I knew I'd changed after that. Betrayal mid-childhood will ruin the child for trusting anyone. Well, whoever decided that was right: muggles were filth, never to be trusted, no matter right. My magical new parents weren't much better, they probably weren't even real purebloods. Pucey certainly wasn't in the Sacred Twenty-Eight.
The only people worth trusting, I decided while watching the purebloods real child sleep the night before I left for Hogwarts, were the children.
