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She didn’t know how she felt about being a Malfoy. To every other person she knew they were an amazing pure blood family that should be respected and imitated.
While on the other hand she’s heard whispers at how her family was blood prejudice, and were intolerant and therefore shouldn’t be tolerated.
Despite her heritage, she didn’t even really look like. Malfoy to some, and to others she looked exactly like all of them, but no one could deny that they all had the same look in their eyes. That prideful spark.
No matter how she felt, the pride and joy of the Malfoy. family.
Wait, no.
The little sister of the pride and joy of the Malfoy family, was the reputation she brought into Hogwarts her first year.
She tried to smile at the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables, but was only met with forced ones.
Heck some of the Gryffindor’s just glared.
“She’s bound to be a Slytherin!”
“If she’s anything like her brother we should stay away from her.”
“One Malfoy was enough! Since when is there another?”
The only table that seemed happy at her appearance when she walked into the Great Hall was the Slytherin table.
Particularly, her blond almost white haired brother, Lucius.
He was a sixth year prefect, and everyone believed he was well in his way to becoming Head Boy.
As for Y/N, they thought she’d be lucky to even be considered for the prefect position, let alone Head Girl when her time came.
She quickly separated from the group of first years and rushed over to her brother, “Luci, what if I’m not a Slytherin?”
He smiled wider than before, “I’m sure you will be! You’re the most Slytherin girl I know.”
She was about to leave but he grabbed her shoulder, “But just a word of advice. Don’t get Gryffindor, or I’m sure you’ll be disowned.”
Y/N looked to see if he was joking but he just continued smiling. She nodded and rejoined the other first years.
Maybe it was implied or was supposed to be a joke. Her family would never disown her would they? Problem was she was sure they might. And if so Luci would never let them would he?
“Would he?” She repeated to herself.
“You got this, Wixi!” He yelled at her and clapped.
Y/N gave him a look for calling her Wixi. That was his nickname for her and she didn’t need everyone catching on and deciding to call her that too. But later smiled to herself.
Of course he wouldn’t let them.
“Y/N Malfoy!” Her name was finally called.
The viscous uproar from the Slytherin table was almost practically deafening. She hadn't even been sorted yet but everyone was convinced she’d be a Slytherin, which of course she was.
She had to be.
She made her way up to the Sorting Hat, and it was placed on her head.
“Hmmm you want to be a Slytherin don’t you?” Y/N jumped as the hat spoke to her.
“Are you sure Slytherin would be the best fit for you?” The hat questioned.
“I’m s-sure of it,” he thought was shaky.
“I’m sure of it!” she thought it more clearly this time.
“I think you’d be a good fit Gryffindor, maybe even Ravenclaw!”
“If not Slytherin, then Ravenclaw. Not Gryffindor, I can’t be a Gryffindor,” Y/N panicked.
“Why don’t you want to be a Gryffindor?”
“I don’t think I’d be a good fit for it.”
The hat chuckled, “We both know that’s not true.”
“Well, I can’t be Gryffindor because my family would kill me, but maybe that’d be better than living as a Gryffindor.”
“You would really thrive in Gryffindor, you know. Bravery and Determination describe you perfectly.”
“Wait-!”
No sooner did she think it than the Hat shouted out, “GRYFFINDOR!”
Y/N froze.
The screams coming from the Gryffindor table filled the hall. She was sure it was because they’d gotten a Malfoy. Not that they wanted her, they were just glad that the Slytherin’s didn’t get what they wanted.
She could only imagine the hateful look he was giving her.
Like the look a person would give a murderer headed to jail.
In a way she did murder something. Her family’s good name was murdered, all because of her.
Not that she would even DARE to look at her brother.
She headed over to the Gryffindor table and shook all the hands that were waved in her face unenthusiastically, as she questioned how she was going to fake her own death.
“So you’re the family deviant too?!”
She turned to see a boy with longish black hair, and a rebellious looking face.
“I guess,” she had a hard time admitting it to herself, but the words “You would really thrive in Gryffindor” replayed in her head. How could that be if she was literally going to become a family outcast because of it.
“I’m Sirius by the way,” he held out his hand to shake.
Y/N quickly looked towards him, “Aren’t you a Black?”
Sirius rolled his eyes, “Sadly yes, but I decided that being a Slytherin wasn’t what I wanted so here I am.”
“You did that on purpose?!” Y/N was shocked, “I could never.”
“Well,” he paused, “Y/N was it? You’ve gotten lucky by being sorted into Gryffindor.”
“My family is going to disown,” she whispered to herself.
“My family already plans on doing that.”
“Wait!” She shot up, “so they’re actually going to do it.”
Sirius shrugged, “It’s fine with me really. I have my own plans.”
Y/N couldn’t fathom why someone like her or someone like Sirius would PURPOSEFULLY end up in Gryffindor.
“I’m going to be a total reject among all of my relatives!”
“Try that but with the whole world,” she heard a boy near her whisper.
“That was rather loud Remus!”
The boy jumped and punched Sirius on the shoulder.
“Well,” Another boy turned to her, “if you do become a total relative reject for being Gryffindor you’ll have successfully pulled a Sirius Black!”
The boy and Sirius laughed with each other.
Y/N was officially uncomfortable, and that briefly distracted her from feeling sorry for herself.
“Just stick with us and you’ll be fine!” Sirius patted her on the back harder than Y/N would’ve liked but she nodded and quietly thanked him.
At least she had a sort of, back up family.
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