Disclaimer: I disclaim
``````````````````
Chapter 1
```````````````
The pure morning light filtered in and lit up my room making shadows dance on my wall. I stretched in a cat-like motion, pushed the warm blankets from my body, and climbed out of bed. I made my way to the bathroom and flicked on the light, I stood in front of the vanity mirror staring at myself. I was the ultimate disappointment to my mother but she's lucky I'm not the girl I used to be, I was wild, I mean exact hell and I pray to God every day asking for forgiveness for my sins my spiritual and mortal. I'm now 19 and much to my mother's dismay a statistic, you see I am the proud mother of a 1-year-old baby boy. Andretti is my whole life; I love him more than anything, because before I had Andy I had nothing. A loud cry floated into the bathroom and I sighed, as much as I loved him that kid never shut-up. I lifted him from his crib and walked downstairs to the kitchen to get him a bottle, but my mother was sitting at the table staring at me and Andy like we were aliens. I ignored her and put Andy's bottle in the microwave, playing with his small little hands as I waited for the bottle, after his bottle was done I went back upstairs to feed him. As I watched Andy suck on his bottle thoughts of the upcoming day invaded my mind; I had to bring Andy to meet the female side of his father's family it was some kind of party for Andretti's birthday. After burping Andy I dressed him in a blue shirt that buttoned between his little legs, blue overalls, and tiny NIKE tennis, and he stood contently in his crib banging a soft toy against the railings. I showered, got dressed, and pulled my hair into a low ponytail and observed my self in the full-length mirror, I was clad in a tight blue sweater, denim jeans, and black leather boots. I grabbed my wallet, shoved it in my pocket, then I grabbed my keys and hooked them to my belt. I packed Andretti's little baby-bag thingy, lifted him out of the crib, put him down and made my way downstairs. My mother stood at the door because she had insisted on coming so she could meet Andy's father and his family, but aren't his hair and eyes enough to distinguish who fathered him?
When we arrived at the huge manor I could see the big blue balloons framing the garden and bonded to the confection table. I took Andretti's hand and walked slowly across the grounds. I pushed the gate open and I stepped through looking around me, most of the females were primping in compact mirrors and his mother was sitting in a patio chair nibbling on a cracker. I tapped her shoulder and she jumped, she turned around, smiled at us and clapped her elegant little hands.
"Everyone's attention please! I would like to introduce our guests of honor. Ms.Hermione Granger, her son and my grandson Andretti Draconis Malfoy and her mother Mrs.Holly Granger" Narcissa Malfoy said proudly.
I could see my mother wince as all the heads turned slowly our way.
'Does everyone in his family do that?' They instantly smothered us in hugs and kisses (to my surprise) and smiled sadly as if they knew something I didn't.
"What?" I asked staring at them
"Should I tell her?" A blonde about my age said in a flat voice
"Draco will tell her when he is good and ready, now let us celebrate Little Andretti Draconis" Narcissa said gathering my gray-eyed, blonde haired baby into her arms.
Their grimaces followed me everywhere I went until finally the blonde my age that spoke earlier pushed a note into my hands and walked away quickly nervously scanning the crowd for her aunt. I shrugged and opened the note…