Name: Legacy
Pairing: Cole Malfoy / Erica Clancy
Rating: none
Genre: drama, humor, romance
Summary: The Heir of the Dark Lord

Chapter 1

Diagon Alley

'Dear Ms Clancy', that's what it said in the letter she had received. She did not need to read the letter, for she knew what memorized every sentence and each word ever since she had been taught how to read. The Clancy family had received five of those letters and she had been waiting for her turn ever since her oldest brother Mark first got the invitation to Hogwarts.
Erica still hadn't let go of the envelope or the letter. Excited as she was, she remained calm. And every time someone mentioned how Erica would finally join the rest of the family in the Gryffindor common room, she felt a certain annoyance, which she couldn't explain. She had always hated how she was the last to do everything. 'Been there, done that'.
This time it would be different. She was going to make sure of that. She didn't want to go to Hogwarts and be called "the youngest Clancy" or "Mark's sister". No, she would break free and show them all. She'd show them just how unique she could be.

"Hurry up, Anton, dear!"
"I'm coming, mum", Anton's voice responded and Erica caught a glimpse of him storming past her bedroom, still pulling a shirt over his head. Erica placed her hairbrush on her desk and followed Anton downstairs and into the kitchen. She could not see why their mother had rushed Anton; two of Erica's siblings were still upstairs apparently.
"Morning", Mark said and Erica saw him nodding his head towards her.
"G'morning", Erica replied.
"Good morning, Erica", Hayley Clancy, Erica's mother gave her a warm smile.
"Mum, I can't find it!" Anton cried out and caught their mother's attention before Erica had the chance to reply.
"Well, I suggest you keep looking then, young man!"

"Ha! Gotcha! Gotcha good, Mark!" Derek roared in excitement as his queen took Mark's bishop. Mark sighed in his regular way which made Erica realize that he had given the bishop willingly, not that Derek would've noticed.
"Silly me, whatever am I going to do now?" Mark said with a sneaky tone. "Queen to E-8."
"Wha..? No!" Derek yelled, and watched Mark's queen smash Derek's king into bits and pieces.
"Touchdown!"
"That's gotta hurt!" Erica turned around to see that her two sisters, Jane and Tracey had entered the room. Jane and Tracey were twins, but they could be easily recognized, ever since Jane had cut her red hair short.
"Shut it, Tracey!" Derek snapped. "Same goes for you, Jane!"
"Make me, midget", Tracey shot back with a grin.
"The three of you, stop it!" the head of the family, Max Clancy stepped into the room. Erica turned to look at him and saw
"Sure, dad", Jane said and the twins took their seats. Realizing that she was still standing, Erica sat in between Tracey and Mark and got started on her breakfast.

The Clancy family had eight members all in all. The firstborn, Mark Clancy, was about to start his seventh and last year in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Mark had a laidback hairstyle and he resembled their father greatly, with one exception. Mark had used a spell to lighten the color of his hair and was now blonde. The Clancy twins were two years younger than Mark. Jane, the older one of the twins was often agitated by the younger half, Tracey. They were so much alike that people usually said that they shared the same mind. They would've been identical with their red hair and green eyes if Jane's hair was much shorter than Tracey's. Anton and Derek were the most competitive of the family. Derek was starting his fourth year and Anton was moving onto his third. The two rarely got along with each other and made a contest out of everything. They were very much alike, even if they both got furious if anyone ever pointed it out. Their hair was chestnut brown and cut quite short. The youngest child, Erica, had bright red long hair that made a wave-like curl as it descended on her elbows. Like the rest of the family, Erica's eyes were green. Hayley Clancy's hair was short and red like Jane's and Max Clancy had brown hair.

"All set?" Max asked and gave the room a questioning expression on his face.
"You bet!" Tracey replied with enthusiasm, "Diagon Alley awaits!" Jane continued. Erica got up and ran upstairs to her room, to fetch her bag and something extra. She opened her desk drawer and reached out for a small silk pouch. She put the pouch in her bag and ran back downstairs to join the rest of the family in the kitchen.
"I'm ready", Erica said, trying to catch her breath.
"Hold it", their mother said with suspicion in her voice, and Erica looked up with a startled expression. To her relief, Hayley was looking at her sister and not at Erica. "What do you have there, Janey?" With that, all eyes turned to Jane who had both her hands behind her back.
"Moi? Oh, mother, I do not know what you're referring to."
"Nice try, girls. I'd think that after 15 years I can tell when you two are up to no good. Let's have it, then", Hayley said and straightened her hand, waiting for Jane to hand over whatever it was that she was hiding.
"Oh, mum, it's only a Niffler…"
"Yes, try to understand we're doing what's best for the family---"
"--and the house---"
"--by taking it with us!"
"A Niffler?!" their mother shrieked. "Where on earth did you get that creature?"
"It was a present—"
"Our birthday passed, as you know---"
"Elise thought she was being a comedian…"
"When really, she was being a retard…
"And so, since we can't keep it, we're selling it!"
"Yes, I should think you would be proud of us, mother!"
"Oh, lord knows this is too much to take…" Hayley sighed. "Max, please, say something!"
"Give it here, girls", Max made the same gesture as Hayley had a while ago and once Jane had passed the Niffler to their father, Max went to the window, opened it and let the Niffler out of the glass jar it was kept in. Then he turned back to his family. "There. Problem solved." Jane and Tracey gasped, shocked.
"Dad! That was valuable!"
"Yeah, we could've easily scored five galleons with that!"
"Nonsense", their mother said in disbelief. "We're already running late, so Mark, you go first."

Mark stepped out of the kitchen and the rest of the family followed him into the living room. Mark approached their huge fireplace and took a handful of Floo Powder, stepped into the fireplace and threw it down onto the floor of the fireplace.
"Diagon Alley!" Mark stated with a clear voice and soon he was engulfed by green flames. Once the flames had settled, he was gone. The rest of the family did the same and one by one the Clancy family members appeared in the Leaky Cauldron. Erica bent down to brush the cinder out of her clothes and then threw her hair back as she had straightened herself back up. Her parents were going through the same annual problem. Where to go first and in which groups? Erica had always been forced to tag along with her mother, she couldn't stay home alone, so the shopping trips to Diagon Alley had been painfully boring and felt like torture brought upon her on purpose, because every year she had to watch how her siblings were given new spell books, new brooms, cats and toads and cauldrons… She was looking forward to the moment when she could get away from her mother.
"Mark, Jane and Tracey are old enough to make do by themselves, so your father will be going to Gringotts with them, while the rest of us stay together. We'll go to Madam Malkin's first to get ---, yes Mark, I know you need new robes as well and I have your sizes, I am your mother, after all! We'll meet back here in, let's say, an hour so we can return home together. Let's go, quickly now."

Once they had entered and exited Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, Erica was hardly paying any attention to her mother. Anton and Derek were arguing about their Quidditch skills, which then changed into a fight about preferences on famous Quidditch players. The only thing that really got Erica's attention, was when her mother asked if she could get a wand by herself.
"Getting the robes took longer than I expected and we still have to get the new books, potion's equipment and…" her mother went on and Erica stopped listening. Once she had stopped babbling, Erica replied that she had no problem with buying the wand on her own, so her mother handed Erica some gold and she headed towards Ollivander's. She felt her excitement grow as she heard the bell on the door jingling. Erica entered the shop to find it hadn't changed a bit. It was filled with tall shelves which were packed with small boxes, each containing a magic wand. Mr. Ollivander was behind the counter and lifted his head up, then welcomed Erica with a smile.
"Your turn at last, eh?" he said, still keeping the smile on his face. Erica felt her mood fall a little and she just gave him a nod as an answer. "Oh, yes, I've sold plenty of wands to the Clancy children. Tell me, has Derek been able to keep his wand intact this year?"
"Yeah, it's in one piece this time."
"Good to hear, good to hear. Shame about his first wand, though, that one was a beauty… Eleven inches, rosewood, quite reliable with charms… yes… yes… I remember it well."
Mr. Ollivander turned around to face to the back of the shop.
"Suzelia, would you assist me?" he called out and soon a blonde woman walked from behind the shelves.
"Certainly, Mr. Ollivander, which wand would you like me to get?"
"Purplewood", Mr. Ollivander replied shortly and the woman climbed up one of the ladders. "You see, I've gotten old, can't very much do all the work around here by myself anymore", Mr. Ollivander told Erica. Suzelia had climbed back down with one of the boxes and Mr. Ollivander approached Erica with it. Once he had reached her, he opened the box and gave the wand to Erica. "As I said, Purplewood, bendy, eight inches… try it out."
Erica gave the wand a beautiful wave-like movement and blue sparks flew out. The sparks didn't disappear as they normally should, however, and as they reached the floor, blue flames emitted. Mr. Ollivander drew his wand.
"Aquamenti", he muttered and water sprang from the tip of the wand. "No matter. Suzelia, please bring me Prima Vera next."
Once fetched, Mr. Ollivander handed the wand to Erica and she gave it a wave, and severed a wooden chair into pieces. Mr. Ollivander didn't seem pleased. The next wand was made out of sugary Pine and once again it brought destruction upon the small shop.
"Ah, no matter, I've yet to fail at this… Suzelia, Snakewood next, please."
"Right away, Mr. Ollivander", Suzelia replied and returned with yet another box. Mr. Ollivander took the wand and gave it to Erica.
"Snakewood, nine inches, springy… try it out, try it out…"
Erica felt something different this time and she gave a confident wave towards the chair she had broken. To her surprise, every wooden piece of the chair was lifted into the air and they started swirling in circles, locking back together and into their own places. As the chair descended to the floor, it was good as new.
"Yet to fail, Ms Clancy", Mr. Ollivander repeated proudly. "That's your wand, without a doubt."
"Whoa", Erica whispered. She paid for the wand and left the wand shop.

Erica started walking along Diagon Alley. She passed the local wizarding joke shop and saw her sisters inside. Erica started to walk faster; she didn't want to be seen. When she reached Gringotts, which was at the center of Diagon Alley someone caught her attention. Erica was about to continue, when she saw how that certain someone turned from Diagon Alley and turned his steps towards Knockturn Alley. Without exactly knowing why, Erica followed the boy she had seen.
Knockturn Alley was nothing like Diagon Alley. It was dark and narrow and through the shop windows Erica saw shrunken heads, giant spiders, poisonous candles and all sorts of dark objects. She passed a boutique called Borgin & Burkes and soon after noticed that she had lost sight of the boy, because she had been 'sightseeing' far too long. Erica sped up and continued to walk along the dark alley and soon reached a clearing. And there she saw the boy she had been following and got her first clear look at him.
He was quite pale and with his blonde hair he seemed a little eerie in the dark surroundings. There was a certain 'coolness' coming from him. He was leaning against a wall, eyes fixed on a shop across the clearing. Erica was sure she didn't want to know what kind of shop it was. Erica approached the boy, she was certain that he knew she was there, even if he hadn't given any notice to her yet. There was something intriguing about that boy…
"Um… hey", Erica spoke out once she was only a few steps away from the boy. He seemed to be ignoring her. Erica blushed but kept her eyes on the boy, while he still had his eyes nailed to the shop. After a moment of silence, Erica tried again. "My name's Erica, what's y—"
"You don't belong here", the boy said coldly. Erica froze for a second, and then regained her voice.
"What do you mean?"
"I believe I made myself clear. This isn't the right place for you. And I do not like being followed", through the sentence the boy didn't even glance at Erica.
"I didn't—", Erica started but sighed and grinned. "You saw me?"
"Who wouldn't see you?" the boy replied and turned his head to Erica. Erica's heart jumped and she blushed again. The boy's eyes were… so cold but yet so… enchanting at the same time.
"Um…"
"What I meant is that you stand out, the way you dress, the way you walk, your kind do not belong here", the boy said and turned his head back to the shop. At that moment, the shop door opened and a man walked out. Erica turned to look and was shocked to see a striking resemblance between the man and the boy.
"Cole, we're leaving", the man said with a loud commanding voice. The boy reacted instantly and took a step away from the wall he was leaning on.
"Go home", the boy told Erica, giving her one last cold look and then leaving the clearing with his father.