Draco x Reader

Chapter 1 : The Legacy Child

I always knew I would go to Hogwarts.

Before me, it was Ethan. Before Ethan, it was mom, and before mom you had her father and mother, their fathers and mothers, and so on and so forth.

We were know as the family of inventors. Yes, the Priest family has always been a family of spell creators. My mother is probably the most famous one of us, responsible for some more common place spells these days, like "colovaria", and "epoximise".

Ethan, my brother, only two years older than me, had already created his first spell. "Amanas Elegit." It was a match making spell. One of his eviler tricks.

Contrary to what one may think, we aren't all Ravenclaws. Ethan is a Hufflepuff. My grandmother was a Gryffindor, her husband a Slytherin.

I was a Ravenclaw. I always knew I'd be one.

In my free time, I was researching. Thinking. Reading. I was studious in every aspect of my life. At this point, age 13, it was beginning to get hard to sit through a book. Every page turn, that milisecond, would leave me with a simple thought :

Where was my letter from Hogwarts?

I was turning 14 in a week. I had just finished up my muggle school (my mother had insisted my brother and I get through middle school here before going to Hogwarts). And unlike most would think, the letter doesn't always come on your birthday. Ethan got his five days early.

But I was left waiting.

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It was the day before my birthday, and I was looking through my closet. I needed to go shopping.

I ran downstairs to the kitchen, where my other was reading a small book with an old cover over the counter. "Hey mom?"

"Yes, Y/N?"

"I was wondering if I could go shopping?"

"Where?"

"The mall for muggles by downtown. I just want some new clothes for Hogwarts."

My mother put her book down and looked at me. For a moment she smiled. "Yes, you can. Do you need money?"

"I'll never say no to money." I smiled, she laughed and shook her head as she moved to her purse.

We were a wealthy family, but we lived in modesty. We didn't live in a mansion. We didn't drive sports cars. None of that. My mother wanted our fortune to last.

My mother gave me cash, and then an envelope. "The envelope is additional cash, but that's cash you're only to spend at one of the designer stores. Consider it a prebirthday gift. And an apology."

"Apology?" I looked at her.

"I promised the Malfoy family you would sit with Draco on the train ride over."

"Mama, you didn't."

"Yes, I did. Let me explain; it's been a year since you've seen him, he's probably matured and snapped out of it. And yes his family is a little weird, but his father and your father were—"

"His father got Dad killed. That's what happened, Mom." I looked at her. The words were harsh but they were true. She sighed again, "It's okay, Mom. I'll sit with him. I can't blame him for his shitty father."

"That's my girl. Now, go, and you can transport to Mrs Dill's house and walk the rest of the way." She pulled a small bag out of her purse. It was floo powder.

"Okay. Thanks mom!" I ran upstairs to get changed first. I decided on a (black/white) turtleneck, a pair of light wash jeans, and a (F/C) cardigan. I grabbed my small backpack, and placed the money, along with some essentials, in it.