FANFIC ZONE - BREAKING BORDERS: A HARRY POTTER STORY - CHAPTER THREE

Breaking Borders:
A Harry Potter Story​​​

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Chapter Three

ADELAIDE looked around Diagon Alley in a haughty manner.  Armies of Witch Weekly reporters clustered around the Malfoy family, making them stand out more than usual. Even if the clothes they wore were obviously made to stand out (black, silver, and emerald green fur coats for the ladies, and silver, emerald green robes for the men), it was almost impossible for the family to go unnoticed in public.

The young Malfoy’s lip curled into a tight sneer when she spotted the Weasleys, a low, poor, unfortunate wizarding family that, as expected, were blood traitors. Draco mirrored his twin’s actions, and soon enough, their father did the same. Narcissa was the only one that kept a neutral expression, but pulled her daughter close to her, the fur of the coat brushing against her hand.

It was unremarkably a moist and cold August afternoon in central London, and the Malfoy family wore the Slytherin colors quite proudly—not ashamed like the rest of the Sacred Twenty-Eight were. Since Lord Voldemort’s disappearance, most Slytherins started drifting away from each other, losing their pride and developing fear, instead.

The Weasleys wore thin, rag-like clothes and they didn’t care if they shivered uncontrollably. When they noticed the Malfoy family, however, their elated expressions transformed into displeasure. Arthur Weasley looked at the almost-royalty wizarding family with a disgusted look.

With just a wave of her hand, Narcissa made all the reporters disapparate to leave the confrontation to them.

“Lucius,” Mr. Weasley said, his lip quivering, his jaw shut, “What a coincidence to see you here.”

“Likewise,” Lucius almost snarled. “We’re here to buy young Draco and Adelaide’s school supplies for Hogwarts.”

Draco’s pale, silver eyes went towards the family. Adelaide’s icy-blue eyes seemed to freeze the entire Weasley children entourage, a smirk replacing her sneer.

Narcissa drew one of her hands from her fur pocket, and placed it on her daughter’s shoulder, “We’re already proud of their accomplishments, and without a shadow of a doubt, they will get into Slytherin.”

All Weasley children flinched. One of the youngest, a girl, looked at Adelaide with a look full of fear. Adelaide laughed coldly, and it seemed to freeze the floor.

She sneered, “Something wrong, little Weasley?”

Narcissa tightened her grip on her daughter, as if to say, don’t go any further, my dear.

The girl flinched. Adelaide rolled her eyes at the weakness. Of course, the girl was looking for any flaw Adelaide possessed. There weren’t any physical, though. The girl’s heart was as cold as ice, and she was a snake hunting for its next victim.

A twin brother, a mischievous-looking one, scoffed at the two years younger girl in front of him.

“She’s just seeing if you have kindness in your heart, Malfoy,” He said, “It seems impossible to find an ounce of compassion in you, though. You dress like a viper, and I’m sure you act like one.”

Adelaide didn’t flinch at the remark, “They say ‘to look powerful is to be powerful’. Words of wisdom, don’t you think?”

Lucius laughed coldly, “Well said, my daughter. We won’t be spending more time with this blood-traitor family. We have to get your school supplies.”
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The Malfoys turned around simultaneously, and walked down the road, ignoring the looks of awe, fear, and disgust people sent them.

Yet even if a snake looks poisonous, doesn’t mean it is venomous.

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“SO, POTTER,” Lorraine said, “How does it feel to be a wizard?”

The two Blacks, the groundskeeper for Hogwarts (Hagrid is his name), and Harry were sitting at the entrance of a little café in Diagon Alley.

The Andersons had told the girls the groundskeeper would pick them up, and to their surprise, Harry was there too. They had just gone to find their cauldrons and were about to go to Madame Malkin’s, to buy robes.

“It feels great, thanks Lorraine,” Harry replied. “You both are not so bad as I thought you would be.”

Lorraine laughed, her twin joining to do said action.

“We would have talked to you, but Dudley is not a force to fight with,” Maggie giggled. “He could’ve stuffed our heads in the toilets.”

“Good point.”

At that moment, they noticed a family of four enter Madam Malkin’s. Sharp, black, silver, and emerald green coats rested upon their bodies.  Harry noticed a girl and her brother follow their parents, only for said persons kiss their cheeks briefly and go look at the items displayed on a nearby store.

“Who… are they?” Harry wondered out loud.

“Malfoys,” Hagrid said. “Dark wizard family—they’re just as bad as erm, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named himself. Do not become acquainted with them, I’m telling yer. It for yer own good.” 

Harry nodded, though the girl looking at the window looked nothing but ethereal. Sharp cheekbones, blue eyes just like ice itself, rosy cheeks, pink lips, marble-white skin, and white-blonde hair curled at the ends that laid perfectly on her shoulders.

Lorraine caught him staring at the girl with curiosity, “She seems proper, yet seems like she’s not afraid to bite.”

Maggie nodded, “If Hagrid said that she was from a dangerous wizarding family that was with Voldemort, then she’s no good.”

Harry nodded, “You’re right… Hagrid, what did they do?”

Hagrid sighed, “Lucius Malfoy is not a man to be ‘reckoned with, Harry. Now mind yer business.”

Three heads nodded in comprehension.

“Let’s go get some robes for yer three!” Hagrid exclaimed.

So, they did.

The air got warmer when they enter Madame Malkin’s, and in an instant, it started pouring rain outside. The girl from the window looked as it poured, and Madame Malkin started fitting her robes.

“Hogwarts too, dears?” She asked, and they nodded. Hagrid left, murmuring an excuse about owls and such.

The girl then made direct eye contact, her eyes widening a bit at the sudden intrusion. She motioned her brother something, and then he started talking.

“You three are going to Hogwarts too?” He spoke, his white-blonde hair slicked back, silver-gray eyes scanning. “I’m Draco Malfoy, and this is my sister, Adelaide Malfoy.”

Adelaide. That was the ethereal girl’s name.

She rolled her eyes and scoffed, “That was the simplest yet most horrible introduction one could ever do, brother dearest.”

The words startled the Black twins. Maggie looked at Lorraine and arched an eyebrow in surprise.

“What my brother wanted to say,” Adelaide said, as Madame Malkin ended fitting her robe and then moving towards her brother’s, “Was that we’re Malfoys. You’ve heard of us, have you?”

Lorraine arched an eyebrow at the girl’s egocentric remark, “Actually, no. We haven’t.”

Adelaide’s delicate pink lips curled into a fake smile. “Well, I’m Adelaide Stella Malfoy, writer for Witch Weekly and winner of five-hundred Witch Weekly Awards. My brother is notorious for being one of the youngest Quidditch players, well, on our pure blood Quidditch team. I think the sport is quite violent—you’re like us, right?”

Harry met her eye, “We’re wizard and witches, if that’s what you meant.”

Adelaide’s brother spoke up, “Your parents were too, right?”

Lorraine’s mind was spinning, “Of course they were. My father is actually, in what is a wizard prison. Sirius Black is his name. My mother’s dead—killed.”

Adelaide’s lips parted. She looked shocked but didn’t show any of it. Her eyes glimmered with the light, freezing Lorraine’s gaze.

“Oh,” She muttered, her tone quivering a little, showing some kind of weakness. “Well, see you at Hogwarts.”

“Addie, we better go and join Mother and Father at Ollivander’s,” Her brother reminded her, taking of his robe, revealing an emerald-silver suit.

“Yes,” Adelaide agreed. “Right. I forgot.” She set a foot on the wooden floor, and walked gracefully towards a nearby plush chair, grabbing her silver, black, and emerald green fur coat and putting it on. When it finally covered her body, she looked more relaxed.

“Thank you, Madame Malkin,” Draco said coldly, giving the woman the wizarding currency. “It was great meeting you.”

Adelaide nodded, biting her lip for a bit. “Goodbye.”

Draco left first, opening the door for his sister, who told him to go on.
“You’ll see soon enough what I’m capable of, dear Blacks,” She muttered, before turning around gracefully, with feline grace, and shut the door close.

A viper at her best, indeed.

©2018
Pink Smoothie!
started: may 13, 2018
completed: ongoing
 
 
AUTHOR'S NOTE

All characters apart Adelaide Stella Malfoy, Corinne Iris Hale, Nora Regina Keith, Pauline Viola Fox, Frances Mae Platt, Lorraine Katelyn Black, and Maggie Samantha Black are not mine.  Other characters that I want to include in order to continue the story, are mine, excluding the cannon characters.  They belong to the brilliant J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros.  Trademarks, content, books, or movies included.  Any pictures/gifs do not belong to me, otherwise stated.  I hope that you like my story!

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