Chappie One
Araminta Potter-Malfoy blinked sleepily, then stretched her arms up over her head and rolled over. She wished she could stay in bed all day, wrapped up in her satin sheets with the green velvet curtains hanging close around her. She loved the dark. But, a thin ray of sunlight had wormed its way into her room, and she was awake.
Clapping her hands, Araminta woke up the house-elf that napped at the foot of her bed. Auntie Hermione always sneered when she saw that Araminta kept one for herself, but Daddy Draco insisted that she keep the servant for her well-being and safety. Bollocksy was always whining, but she made the best breakfasts Araminta had ever had. "Get me some waffles, please, with strawberries, blueberries, peaches, and whipped cream." Araminta could eat as much as she wanted and she never got fat.
Once Bollocksy left the room, Araminta kicked off her sheets and climbed out of bed, throwing the windows wide and taking a deep breath. Today, she would go to Hogwarts for the very first time. She'd take the train that her fathers had reminisced about so often. She'd eat in the Great Hall. She'd be Sorted. She'd be the youngest Seeker since Daddy Harry had played, she was sure of it. She'd ace all of her classes. Or, at least, she hoped.
She hated to admit it, but she was scared out of her mind.
What if there was no one at Hogwarts who would understand her? Daddy Harry and Daddy Draco would snuggle her between themselves on the sofa and stroke her long, blonde hair (streaked with honey and caramel, they said), and tell her that her green-gray eyes were enchanting. They told her that her smile was sparkling and her jokes witty. 'Of course,' thought Araminta. 'Daddies always treat their little girls like that.'
There was the problem, though. Araminta's daddies treated her well--very well. She wanted for nothing. They loved each other, and her, too much to understand that their unconventional relationship, based on a foretold love, might not happen for Araminta.
So, she made her plans. She'd play Quidditch and get the best grades and be a prefect. No one needed to know that she was the most powerful witch born in the last hundred years or so. No one needed to know that she was a fluke product of two men's love. No one needed to know that she could read their minds.
Araminta was going to take Hogwarts by storm.
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:(:(:(:(:(All I am saaaaayiiiing, is Give Araminta a Chance!
All chapters of this story are fanfiction. I don't own Harry Potter or anything to do with him. He belongs to J.K. Rowling.