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Ancestors of the Mudblood Chapter 1: Essence of Malfoy and Granger by Yule(aka: Etre-loup de Madame)
Year: seventeen hundred and fifteen Laverne's (Point of view)
Surrounded by a forest of trees, the young lady shivered as her mare Hannah made rough jerks showing she was close to bolting at each clap of thunder. The eldest Malfoy child was determined to escape her betrothed, Frederick Flint. She loved his sister Isabella in a sisterly way and would have loved to be sisters by marriage, but she feared Frederick to be an abusive and dangerous man. Her friend Madeline Moody, daughter of the Duke, had told her of his past and she could not let the fate of the poor young women he had harmed become her fate as well. So now she was in the forestland with a quiver full of arrows and a bow for protection not caring if she were disowned by her family for such an act to free herself of Frederick.
Laverne's two year old mare was her first horse, as she had learned to ride if she ever needed to flee her home at Malfoy Manor. The witch hunts were coming rapidly as the king had ordered and her mother feared for her daughters' life. Since the recent war, people blamed anyone who had a better life than themselves and her family was one of the highly respected families of nobility, thus very wealthy. Her mother had suggested they move farther away from the town and leave for London many miles away as it might offer safety of distance from the murder of their kind. Her father valued their home and sent her brother, his heir, to the safety of an older home that belonged to the Malfoy, that had for years been empty as her fathers brother had fled. He hoped to protect their honor by not fleeing like scared dogs with their tails between their legs.
As Laverne rode further along she was not riding lady seat as a proper lady should but as a man would. She had disguised herself in some clothes her brother had given to the house elves to burn but she had rescued them from the flames. So she appeared male from a distance with her long blond hair tucked away in her hat.
Laverne wished for the warmth of a muff on her frozen and flushed pink hands that held the reins. However since a man would not carry a muff it was a pleasure denied to her. Her face could have cried to have a mask to protect it from the sting of the chilled air. As the mare lurched forward Laverne toppled over not comprehending a startled gasp of an onlooker as she blacked out.
Ancestors of the Mudblood Chapter 1: Essence of Malfoy and Granger by Yule(aka: Etre-loup de Madame)
Year: seventeen hundred and fifteen Laverne's (Point of view)
Surrounded by a forest of trees, the young lady shivered as her mare Hannah made rough jerks showing she was close to bolting at each clap of thunder. The eldest Malfoy child was determined to escape her betrothed, Frederick Flint. She loved his sister Isabella in a sisterly way and would have loved to be sisters by marriage, but she feared Frederick to be an abusive and dangerous man. Her friend Madeline Moody, daughter of the Duke, had told her of his past and she could not let the fate of the poor young women he had harmed become her fate as well. So now she was in the forestland with a quiver full of arrows and a bow for protection not caring if she were disowned by her family for such an act to free herself of Frederick.
Laverne's two year old mare was her first horse, as she had learned to ride if she ever needed to flee her home at Malfoy Manor. The witch hunts were coming rapidly as the king had ordered and her mother feared for her daughters' life. Since the recent war, people blamed anyone who had a better life than themselves and her family was one of the highly respected families of nobility, thus very wealthy. Her mother had suggested they move farther away from the town and leave for London many miles away as it might offer safety of distance from the murder of their kind. Her father valued their home and sent her brother, his heir, to the safety of an older home that belonged to the Malfoy, that had for years been empty as her fathers brother had fled. He hoped to protect their honor by not fleeing like scared dogs with their tails between their legs.
As Laverne rode further along she was not riding lady seat as a proper lady should but as a man would. She had disguised herself in some clothes her brother had given to the house elves to burn but she had rescued them from the flames. So she appeared male from a distance with her long blond hair tucked away in her hat.
Laverne wished for the warmth of a muff on her frozen and flushed pink hands that held the reins. However since a man would not carry a muff it was a pleasure denied to her. Her face could have cried to have a mask to protect it from the sting of the chilled air. As the mare lurched forward Laverne toppled over not comprehending a startled gasp of an onlooker as she blacked out.