Disgrace

You were a Potter. You grew up with Harry, your twin brother, in the same dreadful situation. You had the same lightning bolt scar, but on your neck. And you had the same blood, or so you thought.

When you entered Hogwarts and were sorted into Slytherin house, your world fell apart. You found out you weren't like your parents, and were a disgrace to your family name.

Then a blonde haired boy, who had seemed to hate you for your half blood statues, helped you through the transition.

"But you hate Half bloods." You sniffled.

"Well apparently not all of them." You looked up at the warm smile he gave you and accepted his hand standing up.

"Thank you Malfoy."

"Anytime, Potter."

WARNING!
•if you skip sections you might get confused
•this is just as much a Harry Potter fanfic as it is a Malfoy
•you will see the Malfoy relations get more tense as the story goes, don't get anxious!