Know where your loyalty lies, Malfoy...
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Hogwarts doesn't have one Malfoy, it doesn't have two... It has three...
The oldest, Cynthia Malfoy... The youngest, Draco Malfoy... The adopted, Y/n Malfoy...
Hermione...
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As Y/n stepped through the magical archway, the world transformed before his eyes. The once mundane and bustling London street dissolved into a whimsical realm of enchantment and wonder. Diagon Alley stretched out before him, an extraordinary tapestry of ancient buildings adorned with ornate signs and mystical symbols.
Y/n stood frozen, his gaze sweeping over the magical emporiums and vibrant shopfronts that lined the cobblestone streets. The air buzzed with the hum of incantations, and laughter echoed from every corner, intertwining with the melodies of street musicians.
His heart fluttered with excitement as he took in the captivating sights. The glowing windows of Flourish and Blotts beckoned him with the promise of untold knowledge, while the bubbling cauldrons at Potage's Cauldron Shop emitted a mesmerizing swirl of colourful vapours. Magical creatures peered from cages at the Magical Menagerie, their vibrant plumage and curious eyes capturing Y/n's imagination.
As he ventured further, the enchanting aroma of freshly baked goods wafted from the doors of Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, inviting him to savour the sweet delights within.
Y/n's eyes widened with awe as he observed the extraordinary customers strolling through the streets. Witches and wizards of all ages, clad in robes of varying colours, busily conducted their magical transactions or engaged in animated conversations.
The gleam of gold caught his attention, drawing his eyes to the imposing presence of Gringotts Bank. The towering marble building stood as a testament to the financial heart of the wizarding world, promising secrets and treasures within its guarded walls.
Above it all, the bustling Leaky Cauldron provided a gateway to both the mundane and the magical worlds, a portal between the known and the extraordinary.
Y/n's heart swelled with a mix of anticipation and gratitude. The opportunity to explore this hidden realm, to procure the tools of magic that awaited him, was a privilege he had never fathomed. The knowledge that his family, flawed as they were, stood beside him filled him with a sense of belonging and purpose.
As the Malfoy family strolled through the vibrant streets of Diagon Alley, Draco's competitive nature began to surface. A mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes as he turned to his parents.
"Father, Mother, I have a proposition," Draco declared, unable to contain his enthusiasm.
Narcissa furrowed her brow, her concern evident. "And what might that be, Draco?"
Draco's gaze shifted between his family members before he continued, "Since Y/n and I have the same items to purchase, why don't we split up and see who can gather everything the fastest? A little friendly competition, perhaps?"
Narcissa's expression tightened, worry lines forming on her forehead. "Draco, I'm not sure splitting up is a wise idea. We should stick together for safety."
