Silver and Bronze
The Conspiracy of the Shape shifter
Prologue
It was a cloudy day on September 1st, 1993. A young girl walked into Diagon Alley unaware that pursuing magic would be her family's undoing. Over the course of the next handful of years, she would go from being a member of one, big, happy family to an orphan who would have no family to call her own. And had she chosen to pursue muggle life instead, it would have never happened. But all of this she was unaware of.
She skipped merrily into the shop as if she didn't have a care in the world. This girl wore clothing that would raise eyebrows everywhere. She wore a rainbow turtleneck with sleeves that were poorly cut off above the elbow and a red tutu skirt with white suspenders that had poorly drawn on hearts. Underneath the skirt were jean leggings that had poorly sewn on patches of unclear shapes, most of which within the spectrum of pink. On her feet she had teal worn out converse with dirty laces.
She opened a slightly torn envelope, took out a list and approached the counter. "Excuse me, miss. Do you have any of these books?" A woman turned around and looked at the young girl. This woman had ginger hair with a freckled face. Her face was soft, but with an edge. She was a little on the deathly skinny side. Her name tag read "Carol Strong".
The little girl placed the list on the counter and giggled. The woman gave a bit of a snooty look and said, "Of course we do." The girl simply ignored the harsh aura this woman was giving off. She was used to getting it from her own mother.
The little girl looked down and noticed the counter was at her neck. It's true. She was not tall at all. She was barley 4 feet.
As she waited for her books, a man with Aryan features and a boy whom was his spitting image walked into the shoppe. Yes, it was Lucius Malfoy and his son, Draco. The little girl didn't even notice the two as the saleswoman placed the books on the counter.
The little girl paid for them, and reached for them with her little chubby arms. When she finally got them, she was struggling with them. It was a short stack, but it was still too much for the poor thing.
Draco watched her and was quite entertained with her struggling. As he was stifling laughter, Lucius walked over to him, after having apparently talked with the saleswoman. "Draco!" He hissed through his teeth. "Do you realize how distasteful it is to laugh at another's failures? Are you forgetting we have a reputation to uphold?" Lucius gave Draco a nudge with his cane and by this time the girl had left the shoppe and was looking for a place nearby where she could sit down. She had found a bench outside of the "Magical Menagerie" shoppe