My daughter was beautiful, which is why I told the Dark Lord Hogwarts
was the best place for his plan. He didn't know about her, as she always
had been something of an oddball. She reminded me a bit of Andromeda and
Sirius. She was too stubborn. However, she was perfect for the plan. A
"cute" guy and she would fall for him in one second. Which is why I wasn't
surprised about the events that followed.
Chapter Three
A Malfoy's Tale
"Jenny? You okay dear?" As Tom waved his hand over Jenny face, Madam Pomfrey tried to wake her up.
"Wha? Where am I?" She trembled and finally noticed Tom. She pulled away from him.
"You're in the Hospital Wing. Trista, Marissa, Lisa, and Lorina found you by the stairs during dinner. I carried you up here." Tom spoke confidently and turned away from her to stare out the window. His cheeks were turning bright red, but Jenny's were already like a fire.
"I, uh, thank you." Madam Pomfrey noticed the two were red and left then behind the curtain pulled around Jenny's bed.
"It was nothing. Anything else you need before I go to the common room?" Tom wanted to leave.
"Actually, would you mind staying? I'd ask the girls but I wouldn't be able to stand it, and, well, I'm afraid of the dark." Jenny muttered the last part, but Tom heard her and turned around, his jaw hanging.
"You're afraid of the dark?"
"Well, yeah."
"But, I mean, how, sure, I'll stay." Tom couldn't figure out what to say so he decided to just agree to stay.
"Thanks." Jenny breathed a sigh of relief and her face returned back to its natural pale complexion. She bent her knees and hugged her legs. As she turned to stare out the window, Tom noticed her eyes turned dark blue in the moonlight.
"Jenny?"
"Mmm?"
"Did you know your eyes turn dark blue when you look into the moonlight?"
"Yeah. They only do that to me. My Aunt Andromeda says it means I'm destined to be good. That or I'm not even a Malfoy, but I have royal blood. Apparently, an old wizarding family called Potter was actually royal. However, only those who are pureblood Potters have their eyes change to Godric Gryffindor's moonlit eye color. It's a sign that they should be highly respected. Though Mother always says I just happened to have unusual eyes." Jenny paused, and decided to shut up.
"You know, I've heard that old fairy tale of the Godric Eyes. With you, I think your Aunt Andromeda might be right with both ideas."
"What do you mean?"
"You're not much like the Malfoys, which means you're probably good. And you seem the type to be of Gryffindor descendant."
Jenny turned away from the window and her eyes went back to their icy cold gray state. "So you believe the fairy tale? I'm not just crazy?"
"No, you aren't. You're perfectly normal as far as I'm concerned."
"Thanks." Jenny smiled at him.
"You know, you seem perfect actually. Why don't you tell me about you, and your past?" Tom sat down in a chair right by her bed, so that he was facing across the bed.
"Well, let's start with my past." Jenny slid closer to him and began her story. "As far back as I can remember I've been raised by the Malfoys. When I was five I learned I was a pure-blooded witch. I began watching my parents' moves very closely. Everytime they did magic it was important that I watch. Sometimes I would steal my mother's wand and practice spells on my younger brother Draco, who had been born the year after I was. I enjoyed doing this because it was fun to watch him be tortured. I never liked Draco. In fact, I hated his guts. I also hated my father. I couldn't understand how only my mother was at all nice. When I was eleven I received my Hogwarts letter, and was sent off. It was there I learned I was smart, smart enough to be half Ravenclaw in fact. Smart enough, to confuse that hat since my name is Malfoy.
"The hat, unaware that I might be different, decided to place me in Slytherin. However, Father learned of my near placement in Ravenclaw and sent me a howler saying that I was a disgrace to the name Malfoy, as 'ALL MALFOYS ARE SLYTHERINS!'" Jenny shrieked quietly as not to wake any others in the Hospital wing. "Mother kindly stepped in, and stopped him from sending a cursed letter. It was then I figured I was different. People made fun of me and teased me. Only Marissa, Trista, Lisa, and Lorina remained my friends. Although, at the time only Marissa and Lisa were respected by the Slytherins. People thought Lorina was related to Harry Potter, and that Trista was on good terms with her cousin Sirius. Of course, Marissa told you about that. Anyway, afterwards people quieted down and since then I've never had a problem, until today.
"Today, Father tried to trick me into instantly becoming a Deatheater. I argued with him, and then went off to find the girls. Then, I found myself here. As for about my self, I'm proud to say I'm still a virgin, and single. Never had a boyfriend." Jenny finished, and realized how tired she was. "Hey, I'm tired. Talk to you tomorrow?"
"Sure. Night Jenny."
"Night Tom."
Chapter Three
A Malfoy's Tale
"Jenny? You okay dear?" As Tom waved his hand over Jenny face, Madam Pomfrey tried to wake her up.
"Wha? Where am I?" She trembled and finally noticed Tom. She pulled away from him.
"You're in the Hospital Wing. Trista, Marissa, Lisa, and Lorina found you by the stairs during dinner. I carried you up here." Tom spoke confidently and turned away from her to stare out the window. His cheeks were turning bright red, but Jenny's were already like a fire.
"I, uh, thank you." Madam Pomfrey noticed the two were red and left then behind the curtain pulled around Jenny's bed.
"It was nothing. Anything else you need before I go to the common room?" Tom wanted to leave.
"Actually, would you mind staying? I'd ask the girls but I wouldn't be able to stand it, and, well, I'm afraid of the dark." Jenny muttered the last part, but Tom heard her and turned around, his jaw hanging.
"You're afraid of the dark?"
"Well, yeah."
"But, I mean, how, sure, I'll stay." Tom couldn't figure out what to say so he decided to just agree to stay.
"Thanks." Jenny breathed a sigh of relief and her face returned back to its natural pale complexion. She bent her knees and hugged her legs. As she turned to stare out the window, Tom noticed her eyes turned dark blue in the moonlight.
"Jenny?"
"Mmm?"
"Did you know your eyes turn dark blue when you look into the moonlight?"
"Yeah. They only do that to me. My Aunt Andromeda says it means I'm destined to be good. That or I'm not even a Malfoy, but I have royal blood. Apparently, an old wizarding family called Potter was actually royal. However, only those who are pureblood Potters have their eyes change to Godric Gryffindor's moonlit eye color. It's a sign that they should be highly respected. Though Mother always says I just happened to have unusual eyes." Jenny paused, and decided to shut up.
"You know, I've heard that old fairy tale of the Godric Eyes. With you, I think your Aunt Andromeda might be right with both ideas."
"What do you mean?"
"You're not much like the Malfoys, which means you're probably good. And you seem the type to be of Gryffindor descendant."
Jenny turned away from the window and her eyes went back to their icy cold gray state. "So you believe the fairy tale? I'm not just crazy?"
"No, you aren't. You're perfectly normal as far as I'm concerned."
"Thanks." Jenny smiled at him.
"You know, you seem perfect actually. Why don't you tell me about you, and your past?" Tom sat down in a chair right by her bed, so that he was facing across the bed.
"Well, let's start with my past." Jenny slid closer to him and began her story. "As far back as I can remember I've been raised by the Malfoys. When I was five I learned I was a pure-blooded witch. I began watching my parents' moves very closely. Everytime they did magic it was important that I watch. Sometimes I would steal my mother's wand and practice spells on my younger brother Draco, who had been born the year after I was. I enjoyed doing this because it was fun to watch him be tortured. I never liked Draco. In fact, I hated his guts. I also hated my father. I couldn't understand how only my mother was at all nice. When I was eleven I received my Hogwarts letter, and was sent off. It was there I learned I was smart, smart enough to be half Ravenclaw in fact. Smart enough, to confuse that hat since my name is Malfoy.
"The hat, unaware that I might be different, decided to place me in Slytherin. However, Father learned of my near placement in Ravenclaw and sent me a howler saying that I was a disgrace to the name Malfoy, as 'ALL MALFOYS ARE SLYTHERINS!'" Jenny shrieked quietly as not to wake any others in the Hospital wing. "Mother kindly stepped in, and stopped him from sending a cursed letter. It was then I figured I was different. People made fun of me and teased me. Only Marissa, Trista, Lisa, and Lorina remained my friends. Although, at the time only Marissa and Lisa were respected by the Slytherins. People thought Lorina was related to Harry Potter, and that Trista was on good terms with her cousin Sirius. Of course, Marissa told you about that. Anyway, afterwards people quieted down and since then I've never had a problem, until today.
"Today, Father tried to trick me into instantly becoming a Deatheater. I argued with him, and then went off to find the girls. Then, I found myself here. As for about my self, I'm proud to say I'm still a virgin, and single. Never had a boyfriend." Jenny finished, and realized how tired she was. "Hey, I'm tired. Talk to you tomorrow?"
"Sure. Night Jenny."
"Night Tom."
