Her name is Ava Nymphadora Malfoy.
She is the first born child to Scorpius Hyperium Malfoy and Rose Minerva Weasley. She is eleven years old, and is about to start her first year at Hogwarts.
And she is scared shitless.
She is not bold and outrageous like her nine year old sister Madelyn, nor is she smart and fearless like her seven year old sister Naomi.
She is just... Ava. Plain, simple, average Ava.
Average Ava.
That's how she sees herself. But that's not what she's afraid of. She's afraid of what house she'll be put into.
She's a Malfoy, which means she could be put into Slytherin- like her father. But she's also a Weasley, so she could be put into Gryffindor- like her Mother.
Either way, one of two long family traditions are about to be broken.
With her.
She's already broken one family tradition by just simply being born a girl!
"Girls aren't born into the Malfoy family; they marry into it." Her Grandpa Draco had said, shortly before her Father carried her out in a light pink blanket, the biggest and happiest grin plastered on his face.
Now she's forced to break another!
Bloody hell.
"Have fun; but behave."
That was the advice her father had gave to her. Just four simple words was what he gave to his curly blonde haired, gray eyed daughter.
She nodded, saying goodbye to her Father, Mum, and her baby brother Leo, who would be born during first term, then got on the train with her cousin Samantha Potter- James's only daughter.
"Nervous?" Samantha joked, playfully punching Ava's arm. "Of course I'm bloody nervous! No matter what people are going to speak about me! I'm going to be either the first Malfoy not put into Slytherin, or the first Weasley not put into Gryffindor!" She groaned, slumping in her seat.
Samantha laughed. "You worry too much cuz! You're unique." She grinned. "No. I'm plain and boring and... Average." Ava huffed. Samantha rolled her jade eyes- her mother Alice's eyes- glaring daggers at her favorite cousin.
"Everything will be alright. Now stop worrying or you'll get wrinkles!"
"Ava Malfoy."
She nearly fell to the floor cold when Headmistress McGonagall called her name from the scroll. Samantha had to push her to get her to move. She sat in the chair, and the hat was placed on her head.
"Huh... This is going to be a toughy. Usually I can sort Malfoy's easily but... Not you. You're different. Do you know why you're different?" It asked.
"Because my Mum's a Weasley?"
"YOUR MOTHER'S A WEASLEY! Well, never thought I'd hear that. Now I have to consider your Mother's side as well..." He grumbled.
Ava waited patiently, trying to keep her nerves down.
Gryffindor. Slytherin. Ravenclaw. Hufflepuff.
She would be placed in one of four simple houses until she graduated from Hogwarts in seven years.
But which would she be put into?
That bloody Hat still hadn't decided! It was as if he wanted to torture her! Bloody snot. Pick already. Pick already. Pick already.
"Let it be... Ravenclaw!"
Her name is Ava Nymphadora Malfoy. She is the first born child to Scorpious Hyperium Malfoy and Rose Minerva Weasley.
And she is a Ravenclaw.