It all came down to this, a young, handsome man, me Draco Malfoy teaching potions in Hogwarts. And how exactly did this happen, well, it's simple. I let the love of my life walk out on me not knowing she was carrying my child. How foolish it was of me to tell her to "get rid of the thing". I was such a jerk then I was 19 and in no position to take care of a child. Now, I look out into the small group of nerves first years. My ears keen to hear the name Elizabeth, my daughter's name, but I had no idea what her last name would be, it could be her mother's last name which is Bennett or some guys last name that her mother married. Towards the middle of the name calling I hear the name "Elizabeth Potter!" I look up to see a young girl walk though the group of kids how could it be Potter? I have seen harry's kids get sorted into their groups about a year ago. The young girl, might I say, much younger than the other kids, about the age of eight, sat down, letting McGonagall place the old hat that once was placed on my head, sink over her eyes. No doubt that she was related to me. Her platinum blond hair was just like mine, she also has very pale skin, just like mine. But she had a turned up nose and sat with a nice posture, as if she was perfect and she knew it. "Ah, much younger than the rest of students, must be a very good witch then. Yes…. I see you have seen some harsh things in your life so far… but you deal with them like a Slytherin, with authority and your tough and you seem to know it. But you would do much better in Gryffindor!" yells the hat. The girl smiles and walks over to the Gryffindor table. Like I suspected, she sits with Potty's kids.
Elizabeth Potter feels uneasy, yes, she got the house her family and she had wanted, but she saw one of the Proffers watching her. A man, with short blond hair and a longish face and maybe in his late twenties, Elizabeth or Eliza observes him. "Sis, you did it! You're with us!" Says Albus and James, Eliza's older brothers, not by blood, but by heart. When Eliza had been very, very young, her mother died, she never spoke the name but it was Helen Bennett, and her father, she never knew. Her mother said he was a jerk who only cared about himself and Eliza believed her. Fortunately, Eliza's mother had been great friends with the potters and they took her in and raised her as their own. Eliza had an older sister too; Lily from the Potter's who was also starting her year along with Eliza. She was yet to get places into a house. Lily had been placed in Gryffindor too, so the family ate together "Albus, who is that man?" says Eliza, pointing to the Professor who had been looking at her. "Oh, him? He's Professor Malfoy, he teaches potions, he's Dad's enemy, or they were they never talk, we saw him at the train station when we started. Dad said to ignore him and let him be" says James looking at the man. "Oh" replies Eliza not knowing how to react. Through the rest of the feast, Eliza felt uneasy; Professor Malfoy kept giving her glances. And it was making her feel weird.