Not Quite A Malfoy

by hipppopotamus

Draco has another child, Ascella, a child that he refuses to recognise as his own since she refused to join him in the new age of Death Eaters. But she is still a Slytherin, however much she hates it. Slowly, she forms a friendship with the most famous man ever's son, James Sirius Potter. No-one can know, of course. He's a Gryffindor. I PROMISE ITS BETTER THAN IT SOUNDS :D

1. Chapter 1

So this is my first attempt at fanfiction, its not perfect but oh well, if you spot any mistakes please tell me :) also reviews would be nice

This first chapter is mostly just background and an introduction to the story, you need to read it but it won't be as eventful as the rest of the story :)

May 3rd, 1998

The battle of hogwarts was over. Draco Malfoy wandered through the ruined castle trying to find a place to be alone and think. Not the room of requirement, there was no telling what had happened to that after the FiendFyre. Not the Slytherin common room, too many memories. Not the Prefect's Bathroom, Moaning Myrtle knew too much of his history.

He could barely think of anywhere when a sudden flash of inspiration hit him. The library. He had barely been there since his third year, and it was so out of the way that it would be undisturbed by the fighting, and the other survivors would not be venturing out of the hall for some time. Plus it was not tarnished with the same amount of nostalgia and memories that he associated with other places in the castle that had for so long felt like his home.

Venturing through the musty oak doors of the library, he whispered, "homenum revelio" and glanced around. But nothing happened. He was alone. Even Madam Pince had left. His eyes darted around the room, looking from dusty bookshelf to abandoned chair. In this room it was impossible to tell that battle had been raging throughout the rest of the school. The bookshelves were unchanged. The walls were undamaged. Even the statues here had not heard the call of Professor McGonagall. It was as silent as a graveyard, and the school wasn't much more than a big graveyard now.

Draco sank down into a chair and let the battle rage on in his head, replaying and reliving all the most damaging moments. The FiendFyre. The Death Eaters. The Final Duel. The Fall of The Dark Lord, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, You-Know-Who. Voldemort. It still felt wrong to say his name. There was no one stopping him now, for no taboo or curse could stay on the name now that he was dead. But still he felt that he was committing some act of blasphemy by saying the name.

He had brought shame on his family enough times as it was. Guilt suddenly washed over him. He had assisted Potter in bringing down the Dark Lord, all because he was scared. Aunt Bella would be ashamed, and she had always been so proud of her perfect nephew Draco. He would make it up to her, he promised silently, he would bring together he new age of the Death Eaters. He would lead a band of the surviving death eaters and the next generation of children. It wasn't over yet.

His parents would be proud of him again and Aunt Bella would be smiling at him from the afterlife. Potter would lose. Eventually. It was more than just a grudge about rejected friendships now. This was war. The battle was over, but soon the real war would begin. The Dark Lord was not the only one who could lead the Death Eaters. Draco Malfoy would succeed. Death Eaters would rise again.

November 16th, 2004

Astoria Malfoy collapsed, exhausted back onto the bed as her first child was brought, screaming, into the world.

'She's beautiful,' said the Healer, as she gave the child back to her mother.

Draco came to stand by his wife as he looked at his new baby girl, while she gazed back at him with big grey eyes. 'Ascella Narcissa Malfoy, welcome to the world,' he said softly as he placed a gentle arm around his wife and child and held them close.

March 23rd, 2006

Scorpius Lucius Malfoy was born in the early hours of a rainy Thursday morning. Two year old Ascella was staying with her grandma, or rather, her grandma was staying with her, after all, Malfoy Manor belonged to Draco's family now and Narcissa lived alone in a small cottage in Tinworth, while Lucius Malfoy had been sent to Askaban along with many other surviving Death Eaters. Draco and Narcissa had only been found innocent because of Potter's evidence, but neither of them wanted to think about that, because owing their freedom to that man was an infuriating thought.

So when Ascella's younger brother was born she was sitting up in her bed having just woken up after what she believed was a lie-in (it was five thirty). She swung her little legs over the side of her bed and toddled her way into her grandmother's room where she insisted in her childish voice that her grandmother wake up and play with her, when a faint blue light appeared through the window. It kept growing until it at last xame through the window and positioned itslelf onto Narcissa's bed, where it took the form of a snake. Words began forming out of its mouth in Draco's voice.

'Scorpius Lucius Malfoy-born about ten minutes ago. No complications. Should be home by seven-Draco'. Narcissa could hear the barely contained joy in her son's voice even when she couldn't see his face and the news was indeed joyful, so she found her stern face breaking into a rare smile.

Ascella, of course smiled with her, as is typical of children that age, and after a while continued with her insistence that her grandmother come and play with her.

Thankyou for reading! I should be uploading every couple of weeks or thereabouts :)