The Space Between The Stars: Draco Malfoy

Year One: No Nonsense

                                                                                        August 1st, Year One
The day my Hogwarts letter came, I had also received my school behavior report. That certainly didn't help my luck.

"100 percents all across the board," my father nodded at me. "Good to know you are at least academically competent. Now,'' he looked at me over the rim of his thick square glasses, "your teacher report." I swallowed hard. My parents hardly cared about how I was treated at school. But I refuse to endure to childish behavior of my other classmates. I may have resorted to what some may call cruel means to get revenge on my classmates, but it was nothing they didn't deserve. I wasn't void of emotion like the people who raised me. Speaking of those two, I think I should mention I was adopted. Why they would ELECT to raise a child was beyond me. I held a strong belief that they succumbed to peer pressure of their colleagues, who had all started families before them, but they couldn't even find enough love in themselves to conceive their own. Enter, me. Now sitting in my bedroom, for the next week, as my punishment. After reading my report, my father sifted through the rest of the mail to reveal a letter with a red wax seal, addressed to me.  "A school of witchcraft?" He chuckled in disbelief. "Did you apply there, Isabella?" I rolled my eyes. "You know I didn't."  He threw it in the fire and sent me to my room. He said it was due to my behavior, but I know I could have been perfect and he still wouldn't have let me read it.

                                                                               August 2nd, Year One
I haven't left my room. No one gave me any food. I was hungry, but used to the feeling. My mother's one wish is that I would be an envy among her circle, so when I still had baby fat by the age of 8, she put me on a diet that consisted of black tea and water. I hated black tea, so water, basically. To this day I cant really stomach more than a small plate at dinner, but it worked. My mother starved me into a beauty. Everyone said so. The only thing about me I believe to have been prettier when I was young was the sparkle in my dark brown eyes. It had been replaced by a steely emptiness. My gazing into the mirror was interrupted by a crash of books behind me.

I turned around to see a small goblin like creature trembling behind me. "Now what in Gods name-
"H-Hello Miss Shacklebolt. My name is Winky. Winky the house elf, and-
"My apologies, Winky, but you must have the wrong house. My last name is-
"Leonard, yes, I know. Missus Jacoby says its awful, the mud blood surname they've given you-
"I'm very sorry, but who on earth is Missus Jacoby, and what on earth is a mud blood, and what on earth are you?''
I was having hunger hallucinations, I was sure of it. And yet, I had never had a hallucination of a creature like Winky.
"Miss, did you not gets your letter from Hogwarts?"
"Hogwarts...you mean the one with the red seal? No, I'm afraid my father destroyed it."
Winky looked very upset at this. "Missus Jacoby said those muggles might try and stop you from going. I suppose you want me to explain."
I nodded.
"And I dont suppose you would just want to come to Missus Jacoby's house so she could explain instead?"
"Why on earth would I do that?"
Winky sighed, looking defeated. "You're a pure blood witch, Little Miss. Witches and wizards go to Hogwarts to learn magic. And Mrs. Jacoby was close with your parents. She's sent for you.''