Draco Malfoy Imagines

Wings Pt.3

Description:  This is sort of a prequel to Wings Pt. 1

House:  None

Blood Status:  Pure

Warnings:  Some Unpleasant Images and Themes - Cruelty

A/N:  It was once published in a book that I deleted because I didn't have enough content/ideas to continue the whole book so it's going to be a multi-part imagine series!  In this version of the Harry Potter universe, half-breeds are more commonly discriminated against and loathed.  Enjoy!

y/m/n = Your Mother's Name

y/f/n = Your Father's Name

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July 17th, 1991

Your Eleventh Birthday

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Your footsteps echo off the walls of your family's extensive estate, bouncing off the walls and coming back to you. Click, click, click. Twirling around on your own, you stare up at the high stone ceilings, carved exquisitely with images of vines and branches.

"Y/n!" your father calls from down the hall. "Come here!"

"Yes, father!" you say, chipper. "Be right there!"

You turn and rush down the hall, your legs carrying you as fast as you possibly can. Rounding the corner into the massive dining room with its large, crystal and cast iron chandelier and long, oak dinner table where your father sits patiently waiting for you. His gaze meets yours and he motions for you to sit down next to him. You skip towards him, pulling out one of the large, darkly stained chairs with emerald green upholstery out with a soft squeak against the floorboards.

"Y/n," your father says, reaching into his robes and taking out a slip of parchment with a red Hogwarts wax seal. "You've been accepted into Hogwarts!"

You squeal with delight, clapping your hands together. Your father smiles broadly at your happiness. You had always been his little girl. You have and always will be his number one priority. Nothing was more important than you. Well, maybe your mother... You two are pretty much neck and neck.

"I can't wait, father!" you say, smiling and almost idiotically broad smile. "I'm going to go to school! I'll get to meet new people and see new things and...!"

"Now, now, y/n. It's still a month and a half away. You'll have to hang in there!" your father says, shaking his head. "Come along, your mother has a gift for you in our bedroom. Come with me."

He gets out of his chair slowly and takes your hands, pulling you out of your seat and guiding you out of the dining room and up the lavish marble steps.

"Can you tell me what it is, father?" you ask, hoping you can sneak an answer out of him.

"No, y/n. You can wait a minute..." he replies.

"Come on! Pleeeease!" you whine, giving him puppy dog eyes. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head. Once upstairs, he leads you down the hallway where all the bedrooms are located to a large set of wooden double doors at the end of the hall. The door had silver accents that never have failed to shine. Your dad pushes the door open and takes you inside to his and your mom's room.