Disclaimer: I don't own anything and Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling.
Author's note: I am French and wrote this fanfiction in French. I wanted to translate it in English to share it with more people since a long time. I hope you will enjoy it (pardon my many mistakes as English is not my native language).
Here is my story. I decided to tell you my story because, even if my life didn't start in the best way, it goes on in the most glorious manner. As my dear Albus used to say: "Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times".
Well, let's begin at the beginning and everything started with my first day at Hogwarts.
I am at Kings Cross station on platform 9 ¾ with my father. I am a little bit scared, after all it is my first time at Hogwarts. I look at my father, something I rarely do, if he saw me doing that he would be very angry. And believe me, he is not the kind of man that you want to see angry. He is not the kind of man who can comfort his 11 years old daughter either. I look at this cold hearted, scornful man and I realize how much I dislike him and how mutual this feeling is. He has never considered me as his daughter, never. Why ? because he hates me, because I am not like him. Of course, by all appearances, I look exactly like him: blond silvery hair and blue eyes. But inside everything opposes us, he is evil, dedicated to dark magic and despises everyone who is not pureblooded. As for myself, I am what you could call a nice little girl who just wants the world to be as beautiful as she would like it to be, I never understood all these superiority ideals, I never will. How many times did he try to make me see the world as he does, to break me. I am well used to the cruciatus curse and other minor ones he likes to use. And this name, oh this name, this name my father is so proud of, which makes people cower before him.
"Our name is respected", he said to me one day, "you should be proud of it".
I hate this name, even more than I hate this man. I would give anything not to wear it: Malfoy, here is my name: Emily Malfoy. And my father is none other than the ever charming Lucius Malfoy.
I am walking on the platform pushing my trolley when I see it, the Hogwarts Express. Whouah ! It is so beautiful and it means so much to me, it means freedom. My father stops abruptly and turns toward me, I instantly lower my gaze to the ground, it has become a reflex to me, I am never allowed to look him in the eye.
"I will leave you here, try not to be a disgrace to me", his tone voluntarily cold and curt.
"Yes Father"
"You better behave"
"Yes Father"
"Be worthy of your name for once"
"Yes Father"
"So… I go now"
And he just leaves without another word.
Ok, so first thing first, I've got to get on this train. After 3 minutes of suffering, I finally manage to hoist my trunk on the train. What a stupid idea to have such a heavy trunk when you are so little yourself? Now, I have to find some place to sit but all the wagons are full. After 10 minutes with my trunk, I really start to despair when I see an empty wagon…well almost empty…
