"Beat him in every test, Rosie." Dad's words would stick with me forever. Of course I would. I'd beat everyone in every test. Why specifically Malfoy, though? I never knew.

Growing up, I'd avoided him like the plague. He was, after all, Slytherin. I hardly ever spoke a word to him in all my seven years. Of course, we were grouped together for projects and such, which never worked out.

And then we were in the general category together. We were called children of the warriors. We were the next generation of our parents.

As we grew up, I was lifted towards the light by the reputation of my family. Scorpius Malfoy, however, was judged by his father's decisions. Harshly. It didn't matter that my parents or uncle Harry had forgiven him long ago. There was still intense hatred coming from the world. His father was the lone Death Eater never to go to Azkaban. And for that simple fact alone, he would be hated.

I found it funny at some times; he would get stopped in the street by reporters and be asked about rumors of his father messing with dark arts; I'd get asked what brand of robes I preferred or what public event my family would be attending next. Because reporters knew that my parents rarely faced the masses of wizards without my aunt and uncle, Ginny and Harry, by their side.

And then the day came where the peace was over. Fire to Malfoy Manor, hexes on the street. In seventh year, the Malfoy family could not be seen in public for fear of curses.

Draco Malfoy, a successful businessman, tried his best. He donated loads to St. Mungos for patients who couldn't afford care. He threw money at caring for magical endangered species. He even promoted the welfare of Muggles. And yet the rage spread like a wildfire every time someone saw his name in the paper.

I graduated and went into Journalism, interviewing for the Prophet. I quite enjoyed my job, and got all the news first. Which also meant I knew when the Malfoy family appealed to the Ministry. They asked for extra protections, and for a solution. Minister Kingsley was consulted.

Little did I know that plea for help effected me more than anybody else.

Author's Note: More to come soon.