Ok... I hope all of you like this story, it's my first ever Harry Potter one so be nice// ;
Pure-Blood or Mudblood?
Chapter one
"Is she pure of blood?"
"Yes, we did some research on her mother and discovered that she is an heir of Salazar Slytherin."
"She'll do then."
A man leaned down and stared deeply at a small child.
"What is your name girl?" He asked coldly
Silence.
"Hope…"
The man's eye gave twitch but no other emotion showed.
"Well, HOPE, from now on your name will be Hope MALFOY!"
Hope opened her eyes. It was dark. Of coarse it's dark! She thought. I've got no windows. Silently, Hope slipped out of bed; letting her self stare at an old run down mirror across from herself. She didn't look much like the rest of her family, dirty blond hair almost a shade of pale brown, bright green eyes, only slightly developed- yeah. She really did not look ANYTHING like her family, or her brother, Draco Malfoy.
Draco was about a year old then Hope and the most elegant man ever. Slicked back blond hair, beautiful blue eyes, and sexy- he was every thing that she wasn't.
"Oi! Get up, lazy!" Hope could hear Draco's voice from all the way down on the first floor. She sighed and in minuets was rushing down a carpeted staircase.
"I'm up, I'm up big brother."
Malfoy Jr. sneered at his adopted sister.
"Don't call me that! It's Draco to you- No, SIR Draco!"
Hope rolled her eyes and replied in a sarcastic tone, "So sorry SIR Draco."
He was just about retort back but as he began to open his mouth, Lucius Malfoy entered the parlor room.
"Children don't bicker, we have lots of stuff planed ahead and I do WISH to have over and done with." He turned to face his daughter. "Hope you and Narcissa are to go shopping for your first year supplies- Draco with me."
With that both Lucius and Draco left the room.
Narcissa smiled down at her adopted daughter. She had always wanted a second child and a girl too so when Lucius brought up the idea of adopting a child so as to make the Malfoy's seem more… er… charitable.
"Well then," she said, "shall we?"
Mrs. Malfoy took Hope's hand and they both vanished.
The two female Malfoy's appeared in front of Ollivanders, Hope looked slightly shaken. She had never liked Apperating much.
"I'll go buy your cloak, and cauldrons- oh and do you want a cat or an owl?" her foster mother asked.
"Cat. Draco and I can share his owl."
Narcissa beamed down at Hope, and with a swish of her black cloak, left Hope to do her half of the shopping.
That leaves me to buy my wand and books.
"The wand first." Hope muttered as she opened the door to Ollivanders.
"Good morning," said a soft voice. Hope jumped, letting the door slam shut.
An old man was standing before her, his wide, pale eyes shinning like moons through the gloom of the shop.
"Er, hi… I'm-"
"I know who YOU are dear. Hope Malfoy, no? Your father told me that you were coming some time today." He said as he cut her off.
"Yes, I am Hope Malfoy um… I'm left handed by the way…" Slightly intimidated by Ollivander, Hope took a small step away from him.
"Yes, well let's see what I can do for you!"
Smiling, the old man vanished behind the counter- only to appear seconds later. Ollivander handed Hope a wand. "Try this one. Maple. Dragon hearstring. Ten and half inches. Hard and swishy. Give it a whirl."
Hope looked at the wand then gave it a flick. A neighboring plant exploded in burst of flames.
"No, no," Ollivander snatched the wan from her hands and replaced it with another. "How about this one? Oak and Phoenix feather, twelve inches. Very light- no not that one ether." Again Ollivander snatched the piece of wood out of her hand.
"Tricky, tricky… just like him."
"Like who?" Hope asked him. But her words fell on deaf ears, for the old man had scuttled away behind the counter.
She could hear him say, "no, no defiantly not!" or "hmmmm… maybe- no not that one." Finally he reappeared, brandishing a very black skinny wand.
"I think I've got it this time. Try it! Ten and a quarter inches long. Yew. Light and swishy. Unicorn hair…"
Hope took the wand from his hand and instantly felt her body fill with warmth.
"PERFECT!" the wand maker cried.
Once he calmed down, Hope paid for her wand (five gold Galleons and six silver Sickles,) and left to buy her books. Let's see what's on the list? Hope pulled out her school-shopping list. It read as the following:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZADRY
Uniform- Mom's getting that, CHECK!
Course books- ok let's see what we've got…
-The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
-A History of Magic, by Bathilda Bagshot
-Magical Theory, by Adalbert Waffling
And so on and so forth (most of the other books were by some guy called Gildory Lockheart.)
"Gildory Lockheart… funny name." She muttered to herself.
The bookshop was overflowing with middle-aged witches. It made it very difficult for Hope to move about. Wonder what's all the commotion about? Hope thought as she tried to fight her way through the crowd.
"Hope? What are you doing here?" That voice! Hope turned around to see her foster brother standing behind (A/N: or would that be in front?) of her.
"Draco!"
"That's SIR Draco!" He told her in a firm voice. "Where's mum?"
By now the crowd were moving again, pushing Hope father and father way from her foster brother. Fighting against the middle aged women; she FINALLY made it to where her brother was on the book-shop staircase.
"At… gasp… er, buying cloaks, my stuff… er… yeah…"
Draco gave her a disapproving look.
"Don't slouch! That's what Mudbloods do."
Hope straightened her poster. "Yes, sorry…" She hate the word Mudblood, for some reason it made her fell… upset and alone every time some one used that word- but she never told her family this. Never. Not in a century would she EVER tell them this. It would be… un-Malfoy like. Draco gave her a small sneer.
"You should be!" This angered Hope. She was about to yell something back at the blond but with a wave of his hand Hope shut her mouth.
"Look."
A man was pulling a boy in front of the bookshop crowd, his forget-me-not-blue robes swished back and froth as he shook the young boys hand vigorously. Malfoy looked disgusted at this scene, Hope on the other hand could not peel her eyes away from the boy. Black untidy hair, bright green eyes much like her own, a confused look on his face. He's GORGUES! It was love at first sight for Hope.
He finally pulled away from the older wizard and was making his way back to his friends who where oddly enough; standing right underneath them.
"Bet you loved that, didn't you, Potter?" Draco said viciously to the boy.
Potter? THE HARRY POTTER!?! No, no! The one guy I fall head over heals with is the one may family hates!!! "FAMOUS, Harry Potter," Yeah… I'm screwed! "Can't even go into a BOOK-SHOP without making front page." Draco's voice was cold and icy as he spoke to the Boy-Who-Lived. Hope wanted to jump in and say something- to defend Harry (though she did not truly know him, she loved him!) But for her sake she stayed quiet. One wrong word and father would punish her, so being unable to do a single thing; Hope came her trap shut. I'll just stand here and pretend I don't know Draco- yeah that works! That REALLY works…
"Leave him alone, he didn't want any of that!" A small girl near Harry had now spoken up. Her hair was quite the shade of red.
"Look, Hope, Potters got a girlfriend." Draco gave a small laugh at his joke then turned on Hope, expecting her to laugh along with him. Crap… just what I DIDN"T want to happen!
"Uh… er… I… um…" Hope stuttered as she tried to form words. While she was trying to do so task, two other kids joined the fry and now had decided to speak up. One was a boy (probably the little red heads brother. Their hair color was extremely identical,) and one was a girl with frizzy brown hair.
"Look who's talking Malfoy! You've got your self a girl too!" said the flaming red headed boy.
Hope would have bet all the money in Gringotts that she and Draco turned the same shade of fuchsia red.
"She's my-"
"He's my-"
"Sister!"
"Brother!"
The whole company starred at the two Malfoys in shock. Harry was the first one to speak,
"She… uh doesn't look like- I mean- her eyes and- er no… - you never told us you had a sister!"
There was silence, or as much silence one could get in an over crowded bookshop with middle witches acting like insane fangirls. Draco muttered something about being about her being adopted before both families arrived at the scene.
"Well, well, well… Arthur Weasley."
The voice belonged to Mr. Malfoy. He clapped his hands on Draco's and Hope's shoulders; squeezing them very tightly. This won't end well…Hope thought. How right she was; for not long after the conversation started a fight broke out between Lucius and Mr. Weasley. "Get him, dad!" The twins cried (who also deiced to join in the fun by watching the two grown men wrestle back and forth.) When said fight ended, Lucius Malfoy got a black eye. Mr. Weasley got off with a cut lip. Hope sighed and helped her father to his feet; pulling Mr. Weasley off him as she did so.
Lucius snarled at his daughter and ripped his arm away from her.
"Here girl- take your book- it's thee best your father can give you!" he threw a book back at the little redhead and turned on his children. "Hope, Draco! We are leaving!"
Draco quickly followed his father; Hope stayed behind to make sure that Mr. Weasley was ok. "Sorry…" she muttered then scurried of to find her family. As she hurried away she could hear some one saying; "Rotten ter the core, the whole family, every one knows that- no Malfoy's worth listenin' ter- bad blood-" Hope refused to hear the rest. They don't even know me and they already hate me! Trying her best not to cry, Hope raced off to find her foster family-which didn't take to long. They stood outside the wizarding bookshop. Her father did not look to be in the brightest of moods.
"Why didn't you come when I CALLED?" Lucius asked Hope in a cold tone.
"…Getting my books… I left them…" she mumbled, her head hanging low.
He sneered at her for a moment longer before turning his head to face Narcissa.
"I'll deal with you later," His voice was low, so low that only Hope was able to hear his threat. She tried her best not to flinch.
In the Malfoy family things went as the following: Lucius was first in commend- the king of castle, Narcissa next in commend, followed by their son, Draco… DOBBY was probably a higher rank AND treated better then her! Hope… yes she was the lowest ranking thing that could EXIST in their house (other then half-bloods that was.) If she EVER did anything un-Malfoy like, she was punished. Hope knew what was in store for her when they returned to the Malfoy Manor… the Cruciatus Curse. She gulped, praying that maybe nothing would happen. That she would have to fell the pain again.
"Come," Mr. Malfoy said coolly. "Let's leave these Mudblood ridden streets."
Cries of pain echoed throughout the chamber room. One might she was used to such pain, that this wouldn't affect her. But pain in general hurts you- no matter what.
"You disgrace Salazar and you disgrace me!"
Draco and Narcissa knew nothing about these punishments; no one knew… no one would ever know.
"Beg for the Dark Lord's mercy, little girl!"
It went on for hours, her cries of pain and plea falling upon deaf ears. Hope's body ached; she could barley stand when it ended.
"Off to bed," Lucius said in a cold voice. "And you can forget about supper. Go. You know the way."
Hope stumbled up a flight of stone steps. Her legs gave out twice, causing her fall half way back down the flight of steps. It took the girl over an hour just to get to a small wooden oak door.
"My sins are forgiven…"
The door swung open, revealing small green bedroom. Hope starred at her bed, it looked small then usual. She shrugged it off and before she knew it, she had walked over to her bed and just plane crashed there. "Ow…" I shouldn't have helped him… I should never had said sorry…
Muttering silent curses to herself, Hope never herd her bedroom door being opened, (the one she had enter now blended it's self back into the wall.)
"What's wrong with you? Mudblood got your tongue?"
Hope opened one eye; Draco started right back into it. She muttered something about being tired.
"Liar…" she was surprised to hear this response, but still she said nothing. Draco sneered at her. "Fine be that way, don't tell me what's wrong!"
He spun on his heals and slammed the door on his way out. Hope starred at the door, her eyes filling to the brim with tears. I wish I could tell you Draco… I wish I could tell you every thing…
END OF FIRST CHAPTER
Yeah! I hoped you liked it... yeah this is only the first part. When I first wrote this it was 11 pages long, then I typed it up and it came out only 7 pages long- not fair!!! I worked hard on it- then again I did cut a sence out so... yeah... I HOPE it was good, please leave NICE comments!