Y/N Malfoy is Draco's adoptive sister and she is no ordinary witch - with a troubled past and powers she cannot control, she is going to Hogwarts to face her biggest fears. There aren't many things that would get you kicked out from your own family...
Not fully edited, since Im on mobile atm! I'll edit in in the evening so forgive spelling mistakes or weird sentence structure.
Gets a bit dramatic half way through, so prepare yourselves!
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Lucius hated talking about your birth mother.
Every time in the past that you asked about it, it ended badly. Firstly he would just try to brush it off and if you persisted he would get more and more annoyed with each question finally falling into anger and sternly telling you to stop asking. You didn't remember much yourself, so you really had no one else to ask, you just had to keep trying.
The only thing you ever managed to get from him was that she married Alphard Black, she died of suicide and she worked at the Ministry. Which was all useful facts but not what you were really looking for – you wanted to know what she was like.
Her favourite colour, her personality, how kind she was, how smart she was, what did she believe in. Most importantly, were you anything like her?
You had to know.
Especially now that you learned your mother was indeed a Gryffindor. Why would this never be told to you? It seemed like a very important detail. Since you too were a Gryffindor, it made you feel a little closer to her.
You decided you just needed to talk to Lucius about it, or atleast try to for the last time.
The day you decided to do it was Christmas Eve. 5 days since you came back from Hogwarts. Lucius went out for a last minute Ministry emergency so you and Narcissa were alone at the house at the moment.
Dobby was flat out in preparing all the dishes by himself and you tried your best to help him. Narcissa disapproved but you convinced her that you simply loved cooking and wanted to join in on for your own enjoyment. Dobby was very grateful.
After all the meals were done you sat down and insisted on helping him with his hands that he recently burned as punishment for not ironing the clothes on time.
You helped him bandage them up and he seemed moved to tears, as he often was when shown kindness.
"Mam is always so kind to Dobby, just like her mother was..."
He always repeated that phrasing, throughout your entire childhood and normally you would have just let that comment slide, but not today.
It's just dawned on you. You have never bothered asking Dobby about your mother. Sure, you knew she was kind to him but he lived with her, so he had to know more about her than just that.
"Dobby, you knew my mother well, didn't you?" You asked finishing the bandage on one of his fingers.
Dobby nodded enthusiastically "Dobby knew Miss Malfoy since she was a child, she even visited Dobby still, even though she stopped talking to the Malfoy family."
