When Theodosia came into the world, she didn't cry. Her brother followed, and although he cried instantaneously, Theodosia didn't. Their parents stared down at her, cautiously, as she stared back up at them, with beaming brown eyes, and blonde hair to match, that being the only thing resembling her twin brother. Her fingers placed gently in her mouth, as she looked around at the world she was now brought into, with already so much curiosity.
But, Theodosia still never cried, as she had no reason to. She knew pain came with life and the only way to conquer that pain was to suffer through it, and so she did, every single day.
Her brother, Draco, was nothing like her. The two fought constantly, as siblings usually would, but sometimes Theodosia found herself wishing he was never born. Not because she didn't love him, because she did, don't get me wrong, and not even because of their fights they so often had. But more or less, because her brother wasn't the nicest of people toward others, and it drove her mad. She couldn't understand how her family happened to be so hateful towards others, especially others of a different blood status. She was fascinated by muggles and muggle-born wizards and witches. Their mystery enticed her, but her family had no remorse toward any of them.
In first year, while Draco Malfoy was placed in house Slytherin, Theodosia, was not. Even with the sorting hat taking in a lot of consideration to its choice for Theodosia's house, he ultimately chose Gryffindor in the end, causing Theodosia's parents to be less than thrilled, to say the least. And her brother, wasn't too happy about it either. But Theodosia took pride in her house, and even more pride in the friends she made there. It was the only thing that couldn't be taken away from her, and she finally felt like she was somewhere she belonged.
She never could have expected the upcoming challenges she was going to have to face, and when it all begins to turn real for her, she won't know what to do, or how to make the complicated decisions to come.
A war was brewing, and Theodosia had been unwillingly stuck on the wrong side of it.
This is Theodosia Malfoy's untold story of love, hate and all the stuff in between.