Being the child of the Dark Lord himself was never easy. It got harder ever since you got your letter to go to Hogwarts over the summer. But of course, your father had resided in Albania, far from those who feared him. The night your letter came, he was reluctant sure. There was really nowhere for you to go in London, so, he called a meeting with the Death Eaters and decided the Malfoys would be great. They were rich, powerful and loyal to their Lord.

Early the next morning, your trunk as packed, your train ticked paid for and you were off into the land of wonders. You had seen a lot of new sights. Horses, trees, lakes and oceans… but when you got to the train stop, you were surprisingly to find an elf had been waiting.

They had escorted you to the Manor, Lucius having been uneasy as soon as you walked in. You could tell he was trying to hold his tongue with the faint grimace plastered on his face. Then there was Draco, the boy your age that had quite the temper and a certain level of spoiled brat that you didn’t exactly find pleasing.

Then there she was. Narcissa Malfoy. She greeted you with kindness despite your bloodline and found herself treating you like her own.