The heiress of the Malfoy Line
I was thought to be a muggle-born for six whole years. But I am not. I am more than that. I am actually a pure-blood, a Malfoy, to be exact. My existence was denied for over a decade. My parents, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, thought I was a squib, since they didn't see me doing any accidental magic. This is not true. From a very young age, I had already gain control over my magic. On rare occasions that I really lost control, my parents were never there to witness it.
My parents pride themselves on their lovely, respectable, pure-blood status in the wizarding community. They were horrified to discover that they produced a squib, (or so they thought). They do not wish anybody to know that I have tainted the family tree and one of the most ancient wizarding family lines. They have therefore, decided not to acknowledge me as their daughter, just as a distant cousin that requires their caring.
When I was five, they decided that they don't want to bear with me any longer. They obliviated me before depositing me to a muggle family, but without them knowing, I resisted against it mentally. I wasn't totally successful, but still, I manage to retain a small amount of my childhood memory. As I grew up, I often dwell upon them, but they have never really made any sense to me. My muggle parents treated me well, but they constantly drop snide hints that they are doing me a great favour by feeding and clothing me. It is at these time when I long to know my birth mother. Maybe the beautiful blond woman in the picture that I always remember is my mother. I thought that I may never know.
Now, I am eighteen years old, I have finally found out about my true parents and all those picture and images in my mind finally made sense to me. I started finding out about my birth parents. On the day that I turned seventeen, a glamour charm which has been placed on me without my knowledge broke. My bushy brown hair changed into long, silky blonde hair that reaches my waist overnight. My soft, hazel brown eyes are replaced by stormy grey eyes. I look unbelievably like a boy a knew, but yet detest.
Although I am the heiress of one of the oldest wizarding family in history, holding the name of Malfoy by blood, I am still fighting on the light side, I am still a member of the golden trio. I am Hermione Jean Malfoy, or more commonly know as, Hermione Jean Granger,
i know that this is not one of my best, but i had such a lousy day that i just had to go on fanfiction and write to escape. This is to be a one-shot, but i don't know if i should continue it. Please tell me when you leave a review. If you want it longer, i may make it longer. Special thanks to AddictedToReadingJC and Bianca tabbycat for letting me run through the ideas with them. Please please please leave a review, No flamers please but criticism will be much appreciated.
Zoe tabbycat
P.S. Oh yes, if you went on my profile, you will notice that i am going to co-write the trouble trilogy with AddictedToReadingJC and Bianca tabbycat. Please be patient as we are still ironing out some parts of it.