Genealogy
The old tapestry had hung in the entrance hall of Malfoy Manor since Draco could remember. He knew, in fact, that it had been there for several generations, taken down only for cleaning and to stitch in the most recent additions to the Malfoy clan. It was so familiar that he had never really looked at it until this summer holiday. But now his father was imprisoned in Azkaban, his mother drifted helplessly around the house, and Draco had little to occupy his time. At his order the house-elves had brought a rolling ladder down from the library, and he was tracing his ancestry backward, nose close to the dusty fabric as he moved higher and higher up the wall. Suddenly a crash shook the entire entrance.
When, later, Draco had had liniment applied to each of his contusions,
a bandage wrapped around his sprained wrist, and an ice pack placed on
the bump that purpled his forehead, his mother came into his room to
ask how he had fallen from the ladder. Draco was unable to answer. The
crack to his head had completely erased the memory of his shock at
seeing the name "Helga Hufflepuff" among his ancestors.