Hogwarts pt.1

Formally

Growing up I had comforting memories of myself and my brother. Our mother would show us things and love only a mother knew how. Growing up I could talk and play with my brother as much as I could imagine. Only growing up made everything worse for us.

Growing up my father happen to treat me different. Different from the way he treated Draco. He knew something about me did not quite fit in with the Malfoy family.

For as long as my mother and father could remember the Malfoys have consistently been in the Slytherin house at the greatest wizarding school that is Hogwarts, that was until the sorting hat were placed upon my white blond hair.

"A Malfoy ey? You're not like the others Tamsin."

In that moment all I could do is wait to be placed in the greenest of houses.

"You have something. Something that someone, someday will appreciate."

"Excuse me?" I managed to croak out. My tiny voice sounding embarrassed as the sea of students look as me with confusion. My face not that different from theirs.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

I watched as my brother face turned into disgust.

Sliding myself off the stall I slowly made my way to the cheering Gryffindor table where I have greeted with hugs and Hi fives. Whilst in the pit of my stomach I feel nothing but warmth and love. It was pure.

.........

I went on in Gryffindor to do masterfully well in my classes. I made amazing friends, friends for life.

However on the outside at Hogwarts my life looked simple and normal for a witch my age. At home and with my brother it was the complete opposite. My father used dark magic to torment me over and over. My brother was no less than a bully.