Chapter 1

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Ginevra Imogen Malfoy. What a beautiful name for the youngest of the Malfoy family. But does she really belong there? Her own father wouldn't tell her why her hair started fading,and her mother and brother would tell her that it was not natural for Malfoy women to have their hair fading. She was confused. But she knew she would find answers once she was in Hogwarts.

Ginny

I was finally starting my first year at Hogwarts. My brother will now be in his second year. He has told me a lot about the school,and how he has new friends. Including Vincent Crabbe (no surprise there),Gregory Goyle,Blaise Zabini,Pansy Parkinson,Hermione Granger who was a muggleborn, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter himself. I've heard so much about him. There's no doubt about that as well. He defeated you-know-who for some reason. I feel bad for him losing his parents. Me and my brother are also sharing our room,by the way.

 Me and my brother are also sharing our room,by the way

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My whole family was in Slytherin

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My whole family was in Slytherin. But my mom and brother had told me that I will be the one to break the tradition of being in the house. My mom had told me I would be suited for Gryffindor,but my brother said I would also be suited in Ravenclaw. I sort of agree with the both of them.

"Imogen? We're going to Diagon Alley."says my brother coming to our room. He got taller by atleast 2 to 3 inches. And we share the same height. I wore my red and green junper,and my green and red velvet robe over it.

"Don't forget to speak clearly,dear."says my dad once me and my brother had reached downstairs.

"What if I go with her,dad? Maybe it'll be better?"asks my brother,whose arm by the way,was on my shoulder.

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