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This is kinda interesting. I got the idea from my good friend Kerri (a proud geekfreak) from her story Bailey or Weasley. It's a good story, based on what happens with her daughter when she goes to Hogwarts and Kerri runs into some old... acquaintances, shall we say. So, since she's sending her daughter off to school, I just had to do the same. Hence this fic. But before you really find out about that, you get to sit through a bit of Malfoy family history, which should be more entertaining then I just made it sound. Whatever. Just read, already! Enjoy!
What There Once Was
A Malfoy, but one you would ever suspect, sat in a cell in Azkaban, tediously counting down the days to release. In between the counting and deranged mumbling, there was the reminiscing. Ashley Malfoy, Draco's wife, sat in a corner, in her dirty prison clothers, thinking about all the things that had an impact on where she was today. In all started back when she was in school at Hogwarts, all those years ago...
She was in Gryffindor, something Ashley had rejoiced over at the time, but now scorned. She had a great boyfriend, captain of the House Quidditch team, if you'd believe it. Life was great, until his seventh year. That was when he had decided to dedicate his life to playing Quidditch professionally, a decision that allowed for no distractions. That meant bye bye happy life, good times, remaining sanity. The trauma of the loss of what had meant the world to her was almost unbearable. Almost. Ashley finished her schooling reluctantly at Hogwarts, wishing to no end to be transferred to Durmstrang, to gain an education that would rally be of benefit. She scorned her House and friends, continuously praying to be changed to Slytherin, where she would be understood. Alliances shifted, allies gained, old friends dropped for the new.
Then, on the day of graduation, that blissful day that drew an end to the torture, everything changed. She hooked up with Draco, after years of pining over what she could not have, for House differences kept them apart. Things had progressed from there, and the two wed after a number of years. Ashley was thrilled - she had married into a family that really understood her, her and her lustful desire to hurt others. It was deep within the recessed of the Malfoy manor where she was introduced to the one being on the planet who had the power to make her bloody, torture-filled dreams come true. Voldemort. He was her savior and mentor both. Through him, Ashley learned things they never would have taught at school - how to preform the three Forbidden Curses, how to force her enemies to divulge any information she wanted, how to make those bloody annoying Muggles scream. She drank it all in, a true student of the Dark Arts.
Then, as all things do, some changed. But then again, others didn't. Ashley and Draco were going to experience the joys of parenthood, but fate suck its meddling hand in where it wasn't welcome. The result was a miscarriage, and that, above all other things, pushed Ashley further to the edge then ever. Draco, however, was beginning to clean up his act. He tried to convince her to do the same, saying times were becoming dangerous for the Death Eaters, saying they were starting to be convicted again, just like back when they were hardly born, just like the time at Godric's Hollow. It took a while, but once news had arrived that their attempts at a family had finally payed off for a second time, she took his words to heart. The result was a beautiful baby girl, named Victoria Lucia, who had her father's piercing gray eyes and her mother's everything else. Life was good, for a little while.
Then the news came. That damned Harry Potter had managed to put a permanent end to the Dark Lord and his supporters were being rounded up by the hundred. Now, this shouldn't have been a problem for the Malfoys, who had laid low and stayed under the radar for the past couple of years. However, both were still fiercely loyal to their master and could not remain quiet for much longer.
Ashley owed everything she had to Voldemort, and now that he was gone, someone was going to pay. And that someone would have to be Harry Potter. So, unbeknownst to Draco and their darling Victoria, Ashley left the safety of the manor one cloud filled night. The full moon emerged from behind the clouds just as she made her way into the Potter dwelling and a bright green light lit up the place. She threw her head back and roared in maniacal laughter, as a wolf bays at the moon. Her job was done. She had done it. Killed the bastard Potter. As she was hauled off, Ashley caught a glimpse of Potter's wife, Hermione, weep over his dead body, their infant son James held tight to her breast. The sight only spurred further hysterics from the deranged woman. She had done it. Killed the one who no one else could, not even her Lord Voldemort. Vengeance was hers.
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A wicked smile played across Ashley's lips as she recalled the night she had done what no one else even dared. Of course, it meant a life sentence of captivity in Azkaban, but it was worth it. She didn't regret what she had done, one that it had taken her family away from her. Besides, maybe if she lived long enough, Draco could bring Victoria to visit. The smile fell off Ashley's lips. Yeah. Right. That would never happen. Once she was sentenced to life, he had sworn not to see her until she got out. Ashley snickered softly. Yeah. Like that would ever happen. She had been in Azkaban longer than she liked to think about, and it was frankly a miracle she had survived with her sanity as long as she had. Ashley giggled madly. Sanity. Right. The only think that kept her going was the thoughts of the daughter she would never know. A lone tear slipped down her cheek, making a trail through the mud and blood caked there. Victoria would be eleven soon... Then she would go to Hogwarts the way her parents had. Durmstrang had been their first choice, but it had been closed long ago. Oh well. It would just be another thing Ashley would miss. How many nights had she stayed up thinking about what her daughter's first day of school would be like? More than she cared to remember, that's all she knew. She curled up on the cold, stone floor of her eternal prison, tear after tear sliding down to the ground. If this place didn't kill her, Ashley thought bleakly, then the thoughts of everything she missed would. Victoria... Eventually, she cried herself to sleep, ignoring the tray of bland, tasteless food her Dementor guard pushed through the flap. Draco... If only they could see her now. Draco... Victoria...
So. That just came out of my twisted mind sometime during when I was supposed to be studying for midterms. Yup. Studying for endless hours seems to strike something creative in my head that most definitely did not help my grades. Love it? Hate it? Think it's the stupidest thing you've ever read? Tell me! There's this little button over to the left you should click on.
