My Kind of War
O.k here is my first story so um ya I don't own any of the characters except Sophie who was my own brillent creation the rest is J.K Rowling (well the other characters and the whole magic idea,anyway I think you know)
Sophie, Sophie Malfoy. That's me, yes I'm a Malfoy. I look in the mirror and for one moment I let the mask slip and I smile. The blond hair-not the Malfoy white -frames my face, nothing that special a slight wave but no curls, I have blue eyes –not the Malfoy gray- , and I'm smiling-not the Malfoy smirk-no I don't look like a Malfoy, not without the mask. Tomorrow I'm going to Hogwarts for the first time. I'm going to hate it or rather its going to hate me. Everyone hates me I'm a Malfoy even if I don't look it the name says it .Malfoy. Sophie Malfoy. I won't make any friends. Malfoys' don't have friends. Father's calling me we have company time to slip on the mask. I look into the mirror again this time the eyes are empty, cold and dark- Malfoy eyes-the twisted smile -the Malfoy smirk- is there. There's no denying it I'm a Malfoy.
"Good evening Mr. Blaise, lovely to see you again Mrs. Blaise"I purred and gave a deep curtsey my farther watched with a cool approving eye "go and sit Sophie" he ordered. I obeyed, I always obeyed. Dinner was a cool and uncomfortable affair. Then again "no talking is required at the table" is a Malfoy rule so not much could be said. Their son Theodore watched me the whole time, it was disturbing. After dinner Mr.Blansie and Father talked business, Mother and Mrs.Blainse talked clothes, Draco and Theodore talked Hogwarts which meant insulting all the students but Slytherins. I was expected to sit there quietly doing nothing. I sighed and looked out the east window to the beautiful hills. The garden is my only escape the only place I feel safe. Are "garden" consists of acres of beautiful land one can wonder around for hours in without retracing your steps. The garden is just for show Mother hates nature and never goes outside, and father is too busy with his job, sneaking around for he-who must not be named, or worrying about his failure of a daughter to go outside. Farther is so old fashioned, we must always call him Sir. When talking to him and mother Madame when referring to them they are mother and farther. We must curtsy or bow to guests. The worst part is that-being a girl-I'm only supposed to wear dresses. I never thought this was strange in till a few years ago when farther gathered enough courage to announce that he HAD a daughter and I went to Diagon Ally and such. Then again I never doubted that my father was wrong about mud bloods in till he decided to give Draco a 1st hand experience of "dealing" with one. I'll never forget the face of the innocent woman when she walked in the room; I was so surprised I was expecting a monster. Even worse were here cries of agony and pain and my father's laughter that's when I realized something was wrong, it wasn't right. That night was the first time I questioned my farther.......and my first experience with the crucio curse.
Ta Da there it is anyway I'm not sure were this is going and I just read it over again and hate it so I probaly won't write anouther chapter unless someone actually wants me to. Anyway thanks for putting up with this to the end love ya!