Prologue
PROLOGUE
I have a brother who's two years younger than me. I was born in St.Mungo's perfectly healthy while he almost died along with my mother,the reason they both went into seclusion for half a year to recover. Damn loathsome pureblood bastards. Spreading rumours on my younger brother just because anyone couldn't see where my mother was when she conceived and where he was born.
I don't know who spread the fact that the Malfoy's had a time-turner which was infact true and work of my brilliant (insufferable) grandfather Lucius and Theodore Nott, an acquaintance of my dear father but My brother being Voldemort's kid is the most ridiculously revolting bullshit of the century I've ever heard. Anyone seeing his platinum blonde hair and grey eyes similar to my dad can tell his status.
How can my father digest hearing this repulsive piece of shitty news is beyond my Imagination yet now I could see him scowl and present his infamous sneer at them as they continued to whisper. This God awful pureblood party that my grandfather insisted to join was pretty much ruined at how they strayed away just from our presence. I could practically hear the mocking and jeering in their every word. I looked at the sparkly dressed woman Mrs yaxley, no doubt one of the top ranks in my 'The pureblood snottiest' list talking to my grandfather. The glitter's so shiny, I think I'm going a little blind here.
"........Narcissa was really patient that time. Speaking of which I don't see your daughter in law Lucius?" I knew Grandfather was tensed but it didn't show on his face.
"She has been sick since my grandson was born. As you know the girl has always been weak in her early years."
"Of course Lucius. I understand. Childbirth is a such a painful thing for women. That girl must be depressed because of the child. Even I wouldn't want to live if I gave birth to such a bane."
I snarled at the woman who just called my brother that word. Telling my mother to commit suicide indirectly. Who did she think she was? I could see my father digging his fingernails hard so that he wouldn't take out his wand and curse her this second and needless to say my grandfather was utterly unpleasant with a grim look.
She looked my way and smiled. It looked taunting and I glowered at her. So much that I wished it would burn a hole into her body. This was my family. Even it's a bloody mess I will always choose this. And when someone openly threatening and scorning what's mine, I don't take it in a good way.
"Your granddaughter, Lyra is she?" She asked my name touching my chin with her fingers and I frowned under her touch as my grandfather nodded.
"First girl in three generations of Malfoys. Well, she's pretty. You know Philip's boy Gabriel? They make a good match." She suggested gleefully to my horror.
Is she insane? And did she just suggest a marriage contract for a six year old child? Even the thought of it is so nauseating. Oh my God! I think I'm gonna be sick.
My father probably saw my expression and interrupted with a No, exchanging few greetings and leaving with me to the food section.Father knew I was pretty smart because it doesn't work even if I decided to play dumb sometimes and he loved me anyway. Father probably knew that I was going to hex her if he didn't take me away with all the nonsense she was spouting.
I ate few chocolate pastries and sandwiches while glaring at the sparkly bitch. I just hoped so much that someone would burn that dress! Really! And it did, Burn that is. I shoved my face with a pumpkin cake so that no one could see my wide grin showing how pleased I am. Few of them casted an Aguamenti spell (water-making spell) but it burned till her knees before completely put off.
God, That was amazing! Am I being sadistic enjoying how scared she looked right now? I snorted. She deserves it. Definitely. I Don't know how many innocent young pureblood girls fate was sealed away just because of her few manipulative words, but she deserves it. For all the ridicule we suffered from her, she sure deserves it. I'm someone who pays the same for what they've done to me. Everyone has a bottom line and she crossed my bottom line. My family.I hummed as my father returned after talking to a wizard.
"I saw what you did there Vivi."
"What dad? Eating sandwiches? They're pretty tasty." I smiled a bit too sweetly.
"The dress Vivi."
"Oh! Didn't you see that was accidentally burnt Dad? Such a waste of a great magnificent dress. Which I was planning to ask where she brought it from!" I exclaimed much to my twitching father's face.
"It is a gorgeous dress, I'm sure you liked the themed birthday party last year." I paled as he sarcastically uttered those words and shuddered thinking back to the day. For people like my dad and I, it was suicidal because I almost puked rainbows and unicorns on my birthday which came close to a second death day. Sweet and Malfoys really don't mix well.
"I don't want to die young Dad!"
"You won't Vivi."
He patted my head sympathetically recalling his excited mother and wife dragging his daughter to make a little princess out of her while I sighed holding my head in between my hands.
We Malfoysalways have a flair for dramatics.