JustFly001
Irises do not die loudly...
They bend. They darken. They linger.
Twenty years after the war, the Malfoy name still carries its ghosts.
Althea Iris Malfoy, second-born to Draco and Astoria Malfoy, has grown up in the echo of a family the wizarding world never quite forgave.
The Manor is still standing.
The name still carries weight.
But forgiveness has never come easily-and neither has belonging.
With a brother already building a life beyond their walls, a mother growing quieter and fragile by the day, and a father who speaks more in silences than words, Althea learns early what it means to actually witness a flower rot.
!!DISCLAIMER: wrote this fanfiction purely for fun and cause I need to practice my English, for my B2 courses and to somehow improve and move to the C1 hopefully, as it is not my first language. Even though I read them a lot of times to ensure they're written well, any comment for lenguage improvement is appreciated, or just to show whatever the chapter made you feel or think!!
This story it's about the next generation of Harry Potter.
Mostly centered on Althea Malfoy (Invented by me from pure boredom during a math class) her side of the story, of what she sees and feels about her mother slowly fading away from her life and her experiences at Hogwarts in the 21st century.