Heritage (Next Generation Harry Potter)

Chapter One

Chapter One 

Most people are kindest to me before they find out about my family. Most smile at me, wave, or sometimes even come up and introduce themselves to me. That is, until they find out about my family. Then they hurry away, looking ashamed that they would ever speak to someone like me. Not that I ever did anything. Yes, once I did break my brothers arm while playing Quidditch in the back yard, and I may be a bit harsh with other people, but that doesn't mean that a complete and total stranger should judge me so fiercely once they hear my name.  

Ellianna Lucia Malfoy, apparently is a very intimidating name. Honestly, people probably would react better when they hear my name if I decided to go by Lucifer or Satan.  

Regardless, when people hear my name they immediately think of my father, grandfather, and grandmother. If they don't know who the infamous Draco and Lucius Malfoy are, they are promptly informed by someone else who I just am exactly. People will warn others to stay away from "that Malfoy child," (or occasionally "those Malfoy children" when they are talking about me and my brothers.)  

So naturally, I was nervous to start at Hogwarts. Not only because others were always terrified I would use the killing curse on them if they annoyed me, but because I was entering school for the first time as a fifth year.  

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I stood behind the crowd with my two brothers by my side and my cat in my arms. Our parents had dropped us off, made sure all our luggage got out of the car, and said their goodbyes within the time span of five minutes. I can't say that I blame them for their hasty retreat, I would too if I had the choice.  

"Dad!" I heard a little voice call out a few meters away from me. I looked and saw a little girl run up to her father. I would guess that she was a first year, judging by her size. "Dad, look! See how many people are here! There are more than last year I think!" 

Her father wasn't the one who answered. "Lil, what makes you think that? I don't see anyone new here except for a few first years." I assumed this was her older brother, they looked alike except that instead of red hair, he had black.  

The girl, Lil, looked around for a moment before spotting me and my brothers standing awkwardly at the edge of the crowd. "What about them? I haven't seen those two before. They certainly don't look like first years."  

At this point of their conversation, a whole group had joined them. Their gazed followed where the girl what pointing. There were four adults in the group, and when they saw us, they immediately looked at each other with what I guessed was panic.  

Lil's dad looked up again and said to the woman next to him, "I think those are Malfoy's kids." 

The woman nodded in agreement. "They are certainly pale enough, and that boy looks just like him." 

The man next to him announced loudly, "Yep, they are definitely Draco's. The little one is Scorpius. You know, the one that Rosie accidentally poisoned in potions?" 

I grimaced, and decided that I really didn't need to hear anymore. Grabbing the end of my trunk, I strutted foreword, not really caring if my brothers were following me or not. I passed the Weasleys (for the only person who poisoned Scorpius in potions was a Rosie Weasley) and presumably the Potters. It was time to board the train anyways.  

My parents didn't really talk a lot about the Weasley's and Potters, which wasn't surprising. My father stayed well away from topics that could link him to his involvement with the Dark Lord. In fact, there was an unspoken rule in our household that no one is to speak of anything that happened before we were born. My grandfather, however, had no such qualms about speaking of the past. When it came to the Potters and the Weasleys, all he would do was rage against "Those filthy mudbloods!" And "Despicable blood-traitors!" while shaking uncontrollably.