Love Through My Memories

Chapter 4: Misconception cleared

DISCLAIMER!! I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!! IF I DID I'LL BE SUPER RICH!!

Draco P.O.V

I entered an old teashop. Madam Puddifoots. It's been around since before I was born. It's also the place where my parents confessed their love for each other.It held many memories for me as well. It was the place where I held my first date back when I was in Hogwarts. Now, everything has changed. It was no longer the old teashop where boys used to bring their girlfriends for a good round of snogging. Now, it was a trendy bar where girls and guys alike drank to their hearts content and partied till they dropped. The old place, I heard, had been ravaged during the war and the owner had been murdered. So, now, a new lad owned the place and transformed it into a

nightclub. This is where i was going to find my first date ever since leaving Germany.

The place was filled with multi-coloured lights. It was spectacular! Many girls were dancing on the specially raised dancefloor. Many guys, I could see, were trying their luck out with different girls. I’d been out of touch of these sort of things for so long that I almost didn't know what to do. so, I settled for a glass of firewhiskey and sat at the bar. The bartender was a beautiful girl, very young and had a long mane of straight, blonde hair. She looked like she was trying to catch my eye so I decided to spare her and started a conversation on my own. I realised that I was right about her being young. She was only 18 and she was still looking for a more permanent job. Her name was Astoria and she was a pure blood whose parents had died in the war. Lucky

for her, she was still young when her parents name was blackened due to association with the Dark Lord.

Her sister and her husband immediately took her in and changed her last name to Markses so that she would not have to live with the shame of her parents misdeeds. She didn't support her parents choices but when she was 17, she

decided that she wanted to continue her family name and change it from 'that Death-Eater family' to 'that respectable family', something which I was hoping to do myself.As she told me more of her story, I began to see her in a different light. and myself too for that matter. 

"My sister did not support my decision. She was still mad at our parents for ruining our lives and the family name. But I don't care what my parents did. This family's been around for so many centuries that the acts of one generation should hardly make a difference." Astoria told me how much she

respected her family even ,though she knew they were wrong. She asked me about my background and when I

initially was ashamed to tell her, she encouraged me by saying, "you aren't your parents. Everyone makes mistakes. Some just make considerably larger ones. You can shape the future of your family, erase all that it is now known

for and start all over again".

So, I finally opened up to her. Just my last name was all the information she

needed. Everyone knew about my father's involvement in the war and his refusal

to repent even after the war was lost.

But what she told me shocked me to the core."Oh! You're a Malfoy! Dear God!! I've always heard of how wonderfully generous the Malfoys are! Even though at first they only donated to get things done, now, I've heard that Mrs. Malfoy

has supported many charity events! I've been hearing wonderful stories of the many things that Lady Malfoy

did to help Hogwarts in rebuilding after the war! I don't understand why you are so ashamed to be a Malfoy. Most people only have praises to sing for the new Malfoy family. And I see that they were not exaggerating about the

characteristically good looks that Malfoy sons inherit!"

I stared at her, my mouth agape."But didn't you hear of the horrible things that my father did during the war? I mean, even I, his son, am disgusted by it! How can you sit here talking to me calmly and not see the son of a murderer sitting in front of you?"

That was where my perspective of my life changed. I had thought that people would only ever remember the Malfoy family as one which was rich and arrogant and loyal to the dark side. But her answer was one that I would never have

expected.

"Like I said. You are not your father. You changed and that's all that matters. Besides, it's not just us pure-bloods who support you. Perhaps you

didn't know but Harry Potter had spent months convincing the country that you

and your mother were truly good people who were forced into a life of

darkness. He stood up for you and because he

was the people's hero, they believed him. And now you just have to believe

yourself!"

We talked for a long time that evening and I finally ended off by asking her

out to the tea party with me.

I walked out of that shop that night with a sense of accomplishment. Not only

did I manage to get a date but I also managed to clear the misconception I had

about my family. It was a good start for me. At Hogwarts I was an overly confident and arrogant boy. But the war shattered me and for some time, I felt so ashamed of myself and my family that I refused to show myself in public, even though I lived in a country unaffected by the war, where people did not even know my name. I was so thankful to Astoria.

A/N: Ok!! There’s the next chapter! I hope you like it! There’s Astoria and Daphne’s photo on the side:).. Please don’t forget to comment pls! And vote!! Astoria is on the right.. the taller one.. Daphne is the shorter one.. Sorry.. i didn't like the actual prson who was casted as Astoria (cos she stole Tom Felton from me!) so i decided to use the Fanning sisters!