This is my first time even attempting to write a fanfic, so this will most probably fall flat almost immediately. The character I'm using is not in the books, but I've concocted a very good reason for that. This is a Harry Potter fanfiction and is based on a character from the Malfoy family. These first two chapters are a little background story to my character, to fill you in. Only the first two. The date and age is written above the story. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: No. I did not write Harry Potter, I have no ownership of the books or films, etc. Although, I wish I did!

01-09-2017 (This is only an approximate date, because we don't know when the Second Generation characters were born exactly!)
Age - 09.

I was lying under my covers, gazing out of the bay window which my bed is pushed up against. Outside, the sky was a perfectly dull grey. The leaves of the oak tree that stands just outside my window were dropping off at a beautiful pace. I couldn't tear my eyes away. Just as I was about to lose interest, another leaf would break away from the tree and smoothly flutter to the floor. Because of the sheer size of my oak tree, the entire garden was strewn with differently coloured leaves. There was a blue jay sitting in the nest just outside the window. It was chirping, pruning itself. I knew that it was going to fly off. They always do around this time of the year. In short - It was a typically boring autumn morning. Except for three things. These things come as follows;

"OI! Alys? Open the door!" I whimpered and slid under my covers, burying myself in my little lilac nest. "Al-ys!" My brother called from outside my wooden door, which is painted light blue.

"Go away!" I called back, covering my ears with my pillow. Following my reluctant response, there came a metallic click. I wondered for a second how he'd opened it from outside. Then I remembered; Scorpius has a wand now. I groaned and repeated myself, louder this time, "Go away!" The door flew open and smacked into my bookcase. I immediately sat up, ready to yell at him, but I was pounced on and squished under my own duvet. I tried to protest again, but I was foiled by the corner of my blanket that had entered my mouth in the process of being ambushed. Scorpius then announced to me;

"It's September first!" in an annoying, patronizing sing-song voice that made my blood boil. As if I didn't already know. (Reasons today isn't normal - 1/3).

"Yeah, so?" I asked, spitting out my blanket and peering at him, irritatedly, from behind my pillow. He gave me an all-knowing look. He knew full well that I was as jealous as a jealous-thing. He knew full well that I was annoyed that he was going to Hogwarts and that, to make it worse, I couldn't go to see him off and embarrass him in front of potential friends. He grinned at me, raising both eyebrows to signify that he knew exactly what I was thinking.

I attempted to hide under my covers, curling up and balling the covers and blankets around me. But he grabbed hold of the corners and pulled, tugging my duvet onto the floor. I'd have ended up there, too, if I hadn't hurriedly detangled myself from my purple nest! I glared at him and he smirked back. We remained like this for a few moments, glaring and grinning each other down. Then, he pounced. He jumped onto my bed and started, badly, to sing;

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, hoggy, warty Hogwarts,

Teach us something please!"

Let me explain a little bit about myself and my brother. He's one year and four months older than me. This September, he goes to Hogwarts. He goes to HOGWARTS. First. He got his trip to Diagonally. First. He got his broomstick. First. He bought a wand (and is using it to break into disgruntled victims' rooms). First. He got a cauldron. First. He got his own owl. FIRST. King's Cross Station? He goes there first! In fact, the sole thing that he seems not to have "got" before me is Dragon Pox. (Reasons today isn't normal 2/3) These things are awfully annoying. They're itchy and they're slimy. They leave horrid-looking green pustules. They feel like a flobberworm is crawling around under your skin. The worst thing, though, is not the itching or the way it looks. It's the cream. They leave you smelling how they feel. Like a flobberworm. Only dead. Oh yea. Dragon Pox are loads of fun! Not only this, but everyone loves Scorpius. He's funny, he's clever, he's already a teachers' pet (and he hasn't even got to school yet!) but worst of all, at only age eleven, he's already a hit with the opposite sex.

"So teach us things worth knowing!

Bring back what we've forgot!

Just do your best, we'll do the rest

and learn 'till our brains all rot!"

I couldn't help but smile a little at him. I mean, his voice was worse than the Dragon Pox! That's when Dad walked in, in all his grandeur. I pulled my covers up from the floor and Scorpius jumped off the bed. He landed on my wooden floor. I flinched, just in case he hit the loose one. Luckily enough (for me) he didn't. Dad frowned at us both as I began reaching under my night shirt to scratch at the irritating spots that covered my skin.

"One," dad started, raising an eyebrow at Scorpius, "You shouldn't be in here. I don't want you catching it too, two, you're bothering your sister and she needs to be sleeping, three, if you don't hurry your sorry little self along, Scorpius, we're going to miss your train." I watched Scorpius' face fall and I looked down into my own lap. Scorpius turned to me, shot me a grin, then bounded out of the room. Dad smiled stiffly at me then left the room, shutting the door behind him. (Reasons today isn't normal - 3/3. Scorpius was being nice.)

I waited for a few moments until I heard the door shut downstairs. This was followed with a humungous CRACK as my entire family disapparated. Or maybe they apparated? It's a strange concept isn't it? To me, they are disapparating. But they are apparating at King's Cross. It's all rather curious. I sighed to myself. I knew where I'd picked up the word "curious" from. I was reading a muggle book. It's called Alice in Wonderland. It's a very funny little book. I wish I had a white rabbit who could talk. With mum always at work, Dad always almost silent and... well, Scorpius, it's hard to get a civilized conversation out of anyone!

We live in the hills near the village of Otterage St. Catchpole. Dad says one of his school friends live around here. I have only two friends my age. They are Lorcan and Lysander Lovegood. Dad knew their mum but he doesn't talk about her or ever talk to her, so I've kind of assumed that they aren't friends. They live in a ridiculously shaped house on the other side of Reed Lake. (Reed Lake was a large lake in a valley between the hill that they live on and the hill that I live on. We play there in the summer with my cousins.

But enough about that. After my family had left, I rolled onto my stomach, reached down and stuck my finger through a hole in the loose floorboard I had thought Scorpius was going to hit. I pulled upwards and revealed my entire collection of muggle books. I pulled out a thick pink one. They're called hardbacks. I've never seen a wizard book which is a "paperback" as the muggles call it. I opened the book and carried on from where I left off, finding the page with the corner folded over. As soon as I located my page, I dove back into the world of a little wooden puppet who can talk and walk without a ventriloquist.