Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter.
Draco sat near the window of his flat just outside of London. The war had torn his family's wealth apart and now he was... gasp... poor! The ministry had taken everything that was left of malfoy mannor to pay back the familys that the malfoys killed. Draco had never killed anyone, nor did he want to. He loved his parents dearly but they pushed a life on him he did not want.
Now he was a broke single father, working hard trying to make a living. He worked at a wizarding tourist information center in the heart of Wizard London. He also bussed tables at the local bar.He made about 1 galleon, 15 sickles and 21 knuts an hour for the tourist center, and about a galleon for bussing tables per hour plus tips. This was not what he was acustomed to but he made it work.
His daughter was his pride and joy.long blonde hair with a gentil curl, and greyish brown eyes. She was not pale like him nore did she have the Malfoy stuck up nose. She enjoyed horses books and walks in the local park. Her birthday was September 27 and was now 10 years and 11 months old. She was skinny and tall for her age.
Draco stoped staring into space and snapped back to reality when he heard a tapping at the window. There his owl Manchester was waiting to come in. Draco opened up the window and let the owl inside. The owl was carrying six letters. One was a Bill, One was a Magazine subscription, and then four letters with four diffrent crests were at the bottom of the pile. The first was an acceptance letter from hogwarts, for Celina. The next was a Beauxbaton letter. The next was a Drumstrang letter, and the last was a letter from the New York Witching Academy.
"Celina, could you come here for a minute please?" Draco called throughout the flat.
"Okay Daddy! One Second!" She ran down the dust stairs and slid into the kitchen.
"I just got your acceptance letters!" Said draco holding the letters above her head. "One from Drumstrang. One from Beauxbatons, which we will discard because I don't want you going there. One from New York Witching Academy, and of course your Hogwarts letter."
"Oh Daddy, Can I pullleeezzz go to the Witching Academy? Pretty Please!" She asked giving her dad puppy dog eyes." I've always wanted to go to school in America!"
"Celina Darling, thats very far away. You've never been away from home before," He said.
"Puleezzz?" she said, once again pouting.
"I'll have to think about it," He said, already knowing what his anwser would be.