Bella Malfoy, daughter of Draco Malfoy

You are a slender girl who has inherited her father and grandfather's blonde hair and pale complexion, though your eyes are blue. Your blonde hair is long. Just looking at you, people can tell you're a Malfoy.

But alas, your magical ability did not manifest, leading your family to believe you were a squib. This led to your father favouring your twin brother, Scorpius, though your mother, Astoria Malfoy, tried to protect you while Draco would beat, starve and **** you, and use the Cruciatus Curse on you, in an attempt to trigger your wizardness.

Then when you found your magic manifested when you turned 18. As other students have been honing their magical skills for years, your father (who only now suddenly gives a shit about you) spent the following month, tutoring you in witchcraft to get you up to speed before the term begins.

"Ah! It appears we are almost about to depart," Draco says, "It's a pity we didn't have a bit more time to spend on spell-casting."

"It's weird to be sending one of my children to Hogwarts just after my other left," your mother says.

"Well. I'm quite sure I've never seen anyone take so quickly to a second-hand wand. You'll be a **** to be reckoned with when you get your own," Draco says, "By the way, I'm very sorry about the whole beating and **** you thing."

You have mixed feelings about Draco, feeling that he only cares about you now because you do have magic.

It's also not a secret that he was a **** Eater. Plus, he beat and **** you, and used the Cruciatus Curse on you, several times because he through you were a squib.

You sit in your coach in the Hogwarts Express. A asian boy with black hair comes into your coach.

"Hi, I'm Cedric Corner," he says, "Mind if I sit."

"Sure," you say.

Cedric sits down in front of you.

"What's your name?" he asks.

"Bella M..." you stop yourself from telling him you're a Malfoy.

"You're a Malfoy?" Cedric asks.

"Fuck," you say, "Please don't tell anyone. I don't wanna get beat up."

"The Headmaster and all the teachers will already know. Your name is gonna be called out. There's simply no hiding this."

You and Cedric get to talking. Cedric tells you have his mom once dated Harry when she was at Hogwarts.

You tell him about how you fear being the worst student in the year. How you fear have mixed feelings about the possibly of being sorted into Slytherin. On one hand, your dad will probably beat the living shit outta you if you get sorted into any other house. On the other hand, if you do become a Slytherin, everyone else will beat the crap outta you. You even worry that the hat might send you home.

"That's ridiculous. The hat always sends someone into a house. If you don't have the qualifies of any of them, you apparently just do to Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff," Cedric says.

Two more people come in. One of them is a short, chubby, blonde boy wearing glasses. The other is a girl with either black or dark brown hair. You can't tell.

"Hello, I'm Darcia. Darcia Stone," she says.

"And I'm Marcus Chambers," the chubby blonde says.

"I couldn't help but overhear and I know how it feels to be judged for being the wrong person's daughter," Darcia says, "My mother wasn't a **** Eater, but she... made mistakes. At least I have a different last name, so it'll be less obvious."

A tall skinny girl with shoulder length black hair, wearing round-rimmed glasses over her bright green eyes comes in. With a a very fat girl with red hair that looks dyed, another girl who has short blonde hair with a sidewards buzzcut. They're both fuck ugly.

The glasses girl extends her to you, "Name's Jaye Smith."

You try to shake her hand but she pulls away and slaps you across the face.

"The moment I saw you, I knew were a Malfoy."

"I can't believe our father used to be her father's lackey," the fat girl says.

"So you must be Goyle's daughter, Victoria and Angela, I presume?" Darcia asks.

The fat girl is Victoria. The blonde with stupid hair is Angela. Draco told you about them. Apparently, their father, Gregory Goyle blames all his problems on being sorted into Slytherin in the first place.

"We should **** them all right now," Angela says.

"We don't have time. We're almost at Hogwarts," Jaye says.

You are greeted at the castle door by a tall handsome middle aged man.

"Welcome, I'm Deputy Headmaster Neville Longbottom."

You suppress a laugh.

"You are all going to be sorted into your houses," Longbottom continues, as you are led into the Great Hall.

There is a battered old hat on a stood, waiting for you.

One by one, students are sorted into houses. Darcia sighs in relief when she is sorted into Slytherin.

When it's your turn, you sit down and the sorting hat is based on your head.

"Ah yes, another late bloomer, eh?" it said, "It seems to be the new norm these days. You come with with preferences and preconceptions... certain expectations."

"I'm looking forward to exploring Hogwarts and the world beyond the castle and grounds," you say.

"Indeed. Much can be gleaned by having an adventurous spirit. But your professor's have a deal to teach you as well. Hmm... I wonder... Hmm... I detect something in you. A certain sense of... hmm... what is it?"