Hi. My name is Angie Malfoy. Maybe you've heard of my family. Most people have. I have been judged by my last name more times than I can count. But I'm not like the rest of my family. I'm here today to tell my story.
It all started on June 18th 1983, only 13 days after my older brother Draco's 3rd birthday. Yes, this was the day little Anguis Narcissa Malfoy was born, with random tufts of blond hair. I was pretty cute is I do say so myself. Draco thought so too.
Anyway, for the first few years of my life, I was REALLY close to my brother. I'd follow him everywhere. Around the manor, into the garden, pretty much if he was somewhere, odds were I was too. He taught me to fly on a broom when I was 5, and had made me a near champion chaser by the time I was 8. But, as I knew, I would likely never use these skills. The Slytherin quidditch team NEVER had any girls on it. So, while I was good, he had to keep reminding me I wouldn't be able to go anywhere as a chaser. That was only the first dream of mine that was crushed by him and my father. Father was very strict and old fashioned, as mother often put it. He had quickly convinced Draco that we were Superior to most others in the magical community, just because we were pure bloods. He tried to do the same with me, but I just… didn't understand. I was too little. I couldn't tell if someone was a pure blood or 'mud blood' by looking at them, and so I never really thought it very important to ask. If they told me, and I knew, I would stay away from them, but most of the time when I met a little witch or wizard at a dinner party or something, I would be having too much fun to even remember asking. It didn't matter much to me. I always felt like mother was proud of me for that.
As I grew, while he became a bit less fond of me each year, I still idolized my big brother. He was the coolest boy on the planet to me. We argued a lot, as siblings do, but at the end of the day, I always went to bed thinking he could do no wrong. And while that could have been because father took his side on every argument, I didn't realize that for many years.
Now, our main story begins on 1 September 1991, when Draco was leaving for his first year at Hogwarts.