Pygmy Puff

Dolohov, everyone knows what comes with the name. Unfortunately, I know better than anyone. My name is Lyanna Dolohov, daughter of the infamous Antonin Dolohov and who knows what woman.

I was born towards the end of the first wizarding war, April 15 of 1978. When my father was sent to Azkaban, I was two years old. Obviously two-year-old me couldn't fend for herself, so I was sent to live with the Malfoys. Honestly, I don't think much about my parents. Everyone is safer with my father surrounded by dementors, and my mother... well my mother is most likely dead. I don't mean it to sound insensitive, but in the middle of a great war, it's almost inevitable. I've heard from many that my father was a highly skilled wizard, I try to ignore the fear or disgust in their eyes whenever it's mentioned, though. From what I've been told, he was great at nonverbal magic, and even had a spell of his own.

I try to put aside what people think of me. I just hope that my bright pink hair and a ring in my septum are loud enough to keep most people away. Aside from Draco, I don't really talk to anyone else. Not because no one wants to talk to me... for the most part, but because I prefer it. Besides, who would want to be tied to a Dolohov anyways? They'd have to be mad.

** All of Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, I only claim Lyanna Dolohov as my own character**