Sly slytherin, dumb gryffindor.
Born by blood, torn by fate. Slow burn between a malfoy heiress and the chosen one.
UMBRA REGNET.
Started on 08/31/2024
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August 31 1992, Malfoy Manor
The heavy curtains of the room were drawn back, allowing the early morning light to spill across the space. The sun filtered through the intricate glass, casting a warm, golden hue on the polished wood and luxurious furnishings. Aurora's room, a blend of classic elegance and her own personal touch, was filled with the scent of fresh parchment and her signature smell, vanilla.
Aurora Malfoy, now eleven-year-old, sat at her large mahogany desk, her small fingers delicately examining her newly acquired wand, smiling from ear to ear. Yew wood and dragon core. Her father was most delighted about her wand as dragon core was a powerful material as well as the easiest to turn to dark arts and yew wood one of the most efficient at casting spell and curses. Aurora didn't really care that much, but seeing Lucius happy made her happy.
Her heart racing with excitement for her first day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, she thought about how her life would be there, wondering if she would make friends once she gets into slytherin just like Draco. She had been up since before dawn, carefully packing her trunk with textbooks, robes, and other essentials.
As she was organizing the last of her things, a familiar high-pitched voice interrupted her. "Miss Aurora, it's time for breakfast!" Dobby the house-elf announced cheerfully. He was her favourite elf, as kids, her and Draco often played with him. She took one last glance at her mirror, adjusting her nearly white hair and carefully putting her wand in her dress' pocket before following Dobby down the staircase as he levitated her gatherings. The Manor, with its imposing architecture and rich history, felt both comforting and slightly intimidating. She could feel the portraits of her ancestors eyeing her as she walked down. The one who made her shiver the most was the one of a boy no older than 18 with hair falling over his face, always glaring at everyone who dared to look at his portrait for too long. Her mother mentioned him as Reginald Black or something. As she entered the dining room, everyone was already eating breakfast.
Draco, now entering his second year at Hogwarts, was seated at the table. He looked up from his plate, his face breaking into a smirk as he saw his little sister seating down in front of him, smiling.
"Morning, Rory." Draco said, his tone teasing. "So, are you ready to join the ranks of Slytherin, or are you still unsure if you can handle it?"
Aurora grinned, her excitement barely contained as she followed in his attitude "If you handled it Draco, I definitely can." She mocked as he scoffed. Aurora was sure she would be sorted into slytherin, she had to. It would make her parents incredibly disappointed if she didn't. It would change everything.
"What's it like there? Did you manage to force poor souls to be friends with you?" She teased, sipping on her orange juice.
"Ha-ha, very funny, goblin." Aurora rolled her eyes at the mean nickname as he continued "If you must know, it's brilliant. Slytherin's common room is the best. It's hidden in the dungeons with a view of the Black Lake. And then there are my friends who I very much did not force, Theodore Nott who you already now, and Blaise Zabini. They're clever and come from good pureblood families, just like us. Then there's Crabbe and Goyle, who are more like walking walls."
