The Scarboroughs were everything one would expect from a Pureblood family -- old money wealth, exceptionally respected in the Wizarding World, and many dirty secrets. When Charlotte began her time at Hogwarts in September of 1991, she would never expect the craziness that was to follow. From her father's strong reputation to finally meeting other wizards and witches her age to uncovering family history, there is always a new surprise around the corner. From friendships come lovers and enemies, and with getting older, more life-altering decisions are to be made. "Anyway, I wrote to my father about Charlotte's little stunt during dueling club-" "Since when do you call her Charlotte?" Crabbe blurted out, causing Malfoy to snap his head and glare at him, his face tinting red as seconds passed. ---- "I don't know how you're raising these children, or what you're indoctrinating them with, but I swear to Salazar himself that if the Scarborough name gets branded as blood traitors because of your damn child I will have someone's head on a spike and I don't care who's it is." ---- "I didn't mean to put you in the middle," he sighed, "but I know he's up to something and I know you're keeping it from me." "Even if I knew, you wouldn't get an ounce of information from me. I'm shocked you think you have that kind of ability." "Are you sure about that, darling?" he asked, his voice low as he leaned closer while his free hand moved loose hairs from my face. Published 2/22/23 -- Ongoing Trigger warning: themes of abuse and prejudice; mature writing to come