MUST BE A MALFOY (REWRITTEN)

Growing up I was always taught muggles, squibs, half-bloods, and blood traitors were fifthly creatures who we were superior to in every way. When it came time for my letter to come I never got one. I was becoming one of the people I was taught to hate. My family began to hate me, they hid me in our attic, beat me, and eventually threw me out into the cold. Thankfully not all hope was lost for me, the ministry took pity in me and I was soon an apprentice of the games keeper of the magical school known as Hogwarts. My life got much more complicated when the little brother I left behind began class at the very school I call home. With our matching pale blond hair even someone under a confundus charm could guess I Must Be a Malfoy.