Prologue
Author Note: Hello, I'm back. Sorry, school has been /brutal/ these past few weeks. Anyway, here I am with a new fanfic! Don't worry; Purple Beams isn't going anywhere. I hope to have another chapter for that out in the next few weeks. Until then, enjoy the tales of a slightly different heroine (or villain..depending on her mood). ;D By the way, please excuse my dreadful use of English slang…I'm not from England, so yeah…
I've always been the evil twin. It's part of my nature and upbringing, I suppose. Being the daughter of an ex-Death Eater can do that to you. But more on that later.
I've been told I'm beautiful. Some say beauty is a blessing, something to be worshipped. Others say it's a curse. Me? I say it's neither. It's just there – something to be taken advantage of when needed. Honestly, I couldn't care less about my appearance.
My brother is a fool. He shares my striking white-blond hair and straight nose. However, his eyes are silver pools while mine are a bright blue-green. We both inherited our family's tall height, he topping 5' 9.5" and I being 5' 6" and our family's good looks. As disgusting and gag-inducing as it is, I've had several crazed girls come up to me and ask for stuff he's touched or used. Why anyone would want his smelly clothes is beyond my comprehension.
Scorpius has always had the weirdest taste in friends. He insists on befriending the worst gits ever to be born. His best mate? Albus Potter. The very son of our father's arch-nemesis! Scorpius is a little…blasé about our family's nobility. No matter. I'm daddy's little girl, the beloved heiress to my family's vast wealth and lands…and most importantly, our beliefs.
Which brings me to the subject of my father. Draco Malfoy. I'm sure you've heard of him. He's alright, I suppose. Awfully busy with Malfoy business, but other than that, he's a decent bloke. I sometimes have to stick up for him at school…those bloody Gryffindors call us "Death Eaters" or stupid stuff like that. Admittedly, we still do believe that we Malfoys are slightly above everyone else…but we do not favor muggle-born people over pure-bloods in our hatred. We hate everyone the same, thank you very much.
My mother is Astoria Malfoy, previously a member of the pure-blood Greengrass family. She's the stereotypical whiny frivolous girl spending loads on worthless junk. She burns through my inheritance as fast as Father can make it. Scorpius and I both hate her – at least that's something we agree on.
Our whole family is a line of pure-blooded Slytherins – proud ones at that. Scorpius and I are just another generation of Malfoys expected to continue that legacy…no pressure, right?
My name is Eleanor Malfoy, and this is my story.
AN: Sorry for the shortness, but it is a prologue. Chapter one will be longer, I promise! =D As always, please rate & review. =]