The Granger-Malfoy Triplets: The Stupid Feud

July 1st, 2017

9:04pm.

"'This is so ridiculous!' your dad yelled at-," Dad interrupted, "Weasel!" She continued, not stopping Dad from saying that, "'She loves me! Not you! Me, Weasel!'

Draco and Ron were dueling each other in the Slytherin Common room when I walked out of Draco's room. I had just finished putting you three," Mum pointed playfully at us, "to sleep when I heard yelling from the common room."

I've heard these types of story's so many times the word "Weasel" gets me so angry, I nearly go mental! Mum and Dad don't exactly enjoy (at first) telling the story of our birth and what good and bad came out of it, but when they did they really got into the story.

(Ron) Mel... hate to break it to ya, butcha're already mental.

I scowled at Ronald.

"Mel?" Mum asked me, "What are you doing?"

"Oh sorry, Mum." I responded. "You've told this story so many times that I wanted to write it down. You know, so I can tell it to tell the kids at school." Of course I was lying about this but she doesn't know that. 

I'll bet they're dying to know Mel!, came the annoying voice of my younger brother, Ronald, inside my head. My siblings and I were all born with legilimency and we could communicate with anyone, whenever. Even though we have occlumency as well, we can't shut each other out, which, honestly, sharing a big head with my siblings gets hella annoying.

Mum doesn't like us using that word, Mel... My overprotective, younger sister, Natellie, said to me through the voices in my brother's head I was hearing.

What are you three talking about? My mother, Hemione Granger-Malfoy, asked from inside her thoughts. She's always able to tell when we're talking or just staring into space.

"Nothing Mum!" We all screamed in unison as she continued to tell the story.

I heard our father, Draco Malfoy, telling our mother, They're crazy, aren't they?

Mum and Dad(mostly Mum) normally tell stories about their childhood after we see an old childhood acquaintance. For example, we just saw Uncle Harry and Auntie Gin yesterday. I spent all my time with Albus. Since his birth, we've been "besties". He will always be my best friend(see what I did there??:P).

Just a little more info for your curious minds:

My name is Melanie Elizabeth Granger-Malfoy. I have one younger brother and younger one sister and we are triplets. I am, obviously, the eldest! We were each born in May 2nd 1997. Exactly 2 seconds apart. Exactly one year before the Battle of Hogwarts. In case you don't know, none of this is a coincidence. My siblings and I all know this. And we just had our 11th birthday in 2017. No-one knows how this is possible-(Nat)because it isn't!- and we are both the cause and the solution to the Battle of Hogwarts. Our mother had us when she was only pregnant for about a month, but her "baby bump" was the size of 8 months so I'd say we were born a bit early. We are also gifted with abnormal-(Ron)sweet!- how shall we say... powers? For example: We can apparate anywhere, at any time, any place.

(Ron) You know what?

(Nat) What is it? I'm listening to mum's story!

(Me) We've heard this story soo many times it plays over and over in my head! Anyway... Thank you for causing a problem Ronald!

(Ron) I was just saying we could-

"Why are none of you listening?" Dad yelled at us. He stood up angrily, before sitting back down and apologizing. Sometimes he lets his temper get the best of him.

"Dad?" Ron asked him.  He was thinking of asking if we could go to Diagon Alley.

"Can we go to Diagon Alley?" I asked my parents. I wasn't expecting them to say yes.

"That's a great idea!" Mum said to us, sarcastically. "Mel... Are you kidding? No! We are not going to Diagon Alley this late! You already have your wands and besides... you can do...uh...," she looked like she was searching for the right words, "magic with your fingers!" She did not find the right words.

Oh yeah... forgot to mention that. Not only can we apparate where ever and were born with legitimacy and occlumency... we also knew how to do a fully fledged Patronus by the age of 6. Real time. Not the time of how we grew up. We could do no wand magic on the day we were born. I remember Mum telling us how Nat made a vase explode by looking at it. I also have a theory: Me, Nat, and Ron are all immortal. Crazy, right? Not when you think about it... I haven't told anyone but if I dream about it, Ron knows.

(Ron) Sure as hell do!

(Nat) I swear to Merlin, I will tell Mum!-

"Okay, since none of you are still listening," Mum stood up, " You all are going to bed. Go!"

My siblings and I raced up the stairs before I just disapparated to our beds. We slept in bunk beds that we had personally customized. Mine was a Queen bed with Hogwarts bed sheets(because I didn't know my house). Natallie had the bottom and her sheets were Slytherin because Dad was sure that was the reason she was so quiet. She did, however, have a Gryffindor pillow cover(just in case). Ronald was in the middle and he didn't have much room and I knew this because everyday I wake up, it's because he hit his head on the bottom of my bunk. Let's just get one thing straight, our lives aren't exactly perfect, and they are definitely going to get even different.

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This chapter was a little difficult and honestly it's not even that long... but still I hope you guys enjoy this(1060 words). And this will keep changing the more I edit it. You wouldn't know because when I post this it should be done, but this chapter went from 600 something to 1060. By the way, I am reading Lost but not Found, a different Dramione Fanfic(to get ideas) and working on this story and another one so... if this doesn't get updated in a while, that's why.