Disclaimer: Nothing in this story belongs to me – EXCEPT for Azalea, the rest belongs to Jo Rowling and though I am borrowing her characters, story lines and magical world, I am not doing it for money or to break her copy right
Authors Note: The characters may be OOC as I have never written Harry Potter fanfiction, until now. This chapter was designed as more of an introductory chapter, for the readers to get to know Azalea a bit. However, there won't be a lot about the first two books as Azalea, doesn't begin Hogwarts until the third year and this story really centers around her.
Ch 1
Azalea Carina Malfoy was a welcomed surprise to Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, born just two years after her brother Draco. Many who knew her often pointed out the uncanny resemblance between her and her mother, both in looks and in personality, even going as far as to call her Narcissa's "mini me". From a very young age, she was a forced to be reckoned with and not many could say no to the blonde haired, blue eyed witch, especially not her "papa". She refused to refer to her parents as "mother" and "father" but instead called them "mum" or "mama" and "Papa" and no one dared to correct her.
Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions
I waited patiently as my brother Draco got fitted for his new Hogwarts robes, it was going to be his first year there next month. Draco complained an awful lot as he got fitted, that was until another boy with shaggy brown hair, glasses and muggle clothing that was at least two sized too big came into the shop.
" Hullo, Hogwarts too?" I hear brother say, while I watched him size up the boy, no doubt to figure out if he was a pure-blood wizard, someone Draco could consider a friend. The boy responded with very minimal words, answering questions when needed, while Draco rambled on about where mum and Papa were, and how he was going to go a get a new racing broom, and how he knew he'd be in the Slytherin house. Malfoys were always in Slytherin, it would be a disgrace not to be. While I didn't fancy myself a Slytherin, I knew that I too would have to be there some day, but really, mama was in Slytherin, and she survived just fine.
I was so lost in my own head that I didn't hear much more of Draco and this boy's conversation, that was until I heard my brother say " I really don't think they should let the other sort in, do you? They're just not the same, they've never been brought up in our ways." I groaned – this could be trouble, so I quickly began to pull on Draco's sleeve, as he was done getting fitted.
" Come on Draco, let's go find mama and Papa. If you want to look at brooms, you really mustn't waste time."
Thankfully Draco listened, but not before giving me a scowling look. "Oh, do get over yourself Draco. You don't know who that boy is, or where he comes from, I was saving you from getting yourself in trouble." I said in a distanced way that I had heard mama often talk. Malfoy's had a reputation to upkeep, and I for one would not let Draco ruin that, by starting an uproar in Madam Malkin's of all places.
The next month was a challenge, at least to me – the month was spent with mother anxiously showering Draco with attention because he was going to Hogwarts soon, and Papa doing the opposite really, telling Mama not to coddle Draco. It's not that I was jealous of Draco, or the attention he was receiving - it was more that I was looking forward to things becoming more normal and routine, rather than the chaos that summer brought.
On the day that Draco went to Hogwarts, both mama and Papa took Draco to the train station, but I opted to stay home as I didn't want to be in a place crowded with muggles. It's not that I was a blood supremacist, or didn't want muggle-borns to be allowed at Hogwarts, it's just that I don't like to be around muggles or muggle things. I had an unfortunate encounter with muggles when I was younger, and it left me with horrible memories, that I still am not quite over.
The next two years while Draco was at Hogwarts, I continued private lessons, and read all of the same books Draco was reading in school, with the exception of Lockhart's books, mama said those books were a waste of time. I also read many other books on a variety of subjects, even the dark arts – Papa said it wasn't right for the "brightest witch of her age" to be a witch who wasn't even part of a wizarding family, so I was going to do right by the Malfoy name, and surpass her in knowledge, talent, and class. The Dark Lord will return, and when does, the Malfoys will be at his side – ready to fight with him, and for him, and we will be the most powerful family that the wizarding world has ever seen.