I am Draco Malfoy.
Yes, a Malfoy.
Do you have a problem with that?
You shouldn't. Because not only are we among the richest and most powerful families in England, we are also pure-blooded.
Not a single half- blood, muggleborn or squib will be found in our family.
Wait, I take that back.
Because, if I stretch my memories to the outer limits, I can remember something.
Someone.
A baby girl.
And me.
She is giggling, smiling.
I make a face to her.
She smile even more.
She grabs my finger.
Hold it tight.
Just like me, the small amounts of hair she has, is blonde.
And her eyes are silvery grey, her cheeks pale.
Just like me.
Father is there, talking to someone through the fireplace.
Severus Snape.
"What do you meen, 'she's not in the book'?" my father yells.
"What I meen, is, no Lucia Malfoy is in the book. Your daughter is a squib," Snape says.
I wasn't sure what 'squib' meant, but it had to be something terrible, because it upsets Father.
My father is angry, he throws something at the fireplace.
Snape disappears.
Father grabs Lucia, and run out of the room.
"Lucia!" I bellow.
Over his shoulder, she waves at me.
I never knew babies could wave.
I was 5 years old,
she was just a couple of months.
That was the frist time I learned about the purity of blood.
Father returns at dinnertime, without Lucia.
"Where is she?" I ask.
"Where is who, Draco?" Mother says.
"Lucia."
Mother looks at Father, then turns to me.
"Lucia who?" she ask.
I'm confused.
I yell at them, ask them where she is, what they have done to her.
And all the time, 'Lucia who'?
They pretend they don't know who she is.
Pretend that she doesn't exists.
But she was there.
I know she was there.
The Malfoy-family; perfect.
Rich.
Powerful.
A strong father.
A beautiful mother.
A smart son.
All with magic.
But a daughter without it couldn't be there.
So she disappeared.
Without a trace.
Ask anyone, and they will tell you that there never was a Lucia Malfoy.
The Malfoy-family; hands soaked with pure blood.