Bad Malfoy | Rewritten

vii.

a/n: im not dead, just not motivated lel:>

" Love all, trust a few "

— William Shakespeare

The Blacks were well-known by their ruthless, cruel, and unforgiving nature. Among their notable members were Walburga Black, Bellatrix Black, and Cassiopeia Black. Cassiopeia possessed rare Seer abilities and the unique gift of inheriting past memories from the female line of the old Black families.

These abilities were also inherited by Maya and her mother, Narcissa Malfoy, distinguishing them within the family. However, Maya observed that her siblings, Draco and Clementine, lacked these gifts, remaining unaware of the special connection shared between Maya and Narcissa.

As Maya apparated to Malfoy Manor, her childhood home, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease. The presence of the Dark Lord within its walls tainted the once-grand estate, a symbol of Malfoy power and opulence now overshadowed by darkness. "It'll go away in a few years' time, Maya." She whispered to herself, and sighed. "It'll go away."

She tried to convince herself that it'll go away, the pain, agony, all of it. But how can pain and agony go away from an estate that has seen the cruelty the Malfoys had long ago? As she navigated the halls of Malfoy Manor, Maya couldn't help but reflect on the contrast between the opulent surroundings and the dark legacy they harbored.

The intricate tapestries and gilded fixtures seemed to mock the pain that lingered beneath the surface. The grandeur of the manor was a facade, concealing the torment that had been inflicted and endured within its walls. Within the great foyer of the Malfoy laid the family portrait, taken two years back. She was fourteen, Draco and Clementine thirteen.

Maya could remember trying to invite her uncle, Marcus Malfoy, but her father had adamantly refused, despite her being the heir to anything Malfoy-related. She felt a pang of guilt towards Scorpius and Narsa, who were standing nearby, looking hopeful yet anxious.

"But Father," Maya pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation, "it would strengthen our claim! Think about the gossip that people are spreading. They're saying you and Uncle Marcus have already been... unkind to each other. If we show a united front, it could put an end to all the rumors and solidify our standing."

Lucius turned away, his expression hardening. "Maya, you don't understand the complexities of our relationship. Inviting Marcus would not resolve anything; it would only create more problems."

"But Father, think about it," Maya insisted, stepping closer. "By not inviting him, we're only fueling the speculation. People will say that we are divided, that there is a rift within our family. We need to show them that we are above such petty disputes."

Lucius shook his head, his face set in a stubborn frown. "No, Maya. My decision is final. Marcus is not to be invited."

Maya's brows furrowed in frustration. "But Father, Scorpius and Narsa deserve to know their heritage fully. Uncle Marcus could provide insight into—"

Lucius cut her off sharply. "Enough, Maya. This discussion is over."

Maya detested her Father after that, but there was a certain shift in the air when she turned thirteen; the 'unofficial' age to be a heiress. Despite being the first born and first female, Lucius didn't name Draco as heir. Granted, he was still twelve, but when he turned thirteen, there was no grand celebration on naming him the heir.