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TITLE: Malfoy Gone Wrong Edited and re-posted: Here.
PERPETRATOR: GhostGirlMD
SUE-O-METER: (awful)

FULL NAME: Olivia Malfoy
SPECIES: Witch
HAIR: "shoulder length, thick strawberry blonde hair with bangs that hung perfectly above her eyes"
EYES: Colour changing
MARKINGS: 5'1", 120, "a large chest, a slim waist, and wide hips".
POSSESSIONS: Her own Hogwarts House!

ORIGIN: Lucius and Narcissa had thing thing. We didn't know about her in canon, cause really, they were just ashamed.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: She is Malfoy's daughter. She gets her own House at Hogwarts. She is best friends with George and Fred, and likes pranking. She will be paired with Charlie.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Is unsortable.

NOTES: I thought that Charlie was left single either because he was a) gay or b) liked working with dragons more than being in want of a wife. This sort of ruins that.


SAMPLE:

Olivia Malfoy had always known she was different. She didn't fit in with any person in her family. She didn't have blonde hair or blue eyes. She wasn't tall or remarkably beautiful. Her parents, mainly her father Lucius, would have loved for her to be like the rest of the family but the truth was, she was different from them in every way.

Olivia was 16. She was in fifth year. She had shoulder length, thick strawberry blonde hair with bangs that hung perfectly above her eyes. Her eyes. No one that she knew had eyes like hers. When she was happy, they were blue. When she was mad, they were green. Embarrassed or upset, they were gold. That wasn't the end of the rainbow that was her eyes but it was the main things that she felt. Except for when she was depressed, then they were brown.

She had a large chest, a slim waist, and wide hips. A very hourglass, womanly figure. She only reached a height of 5'1" and she was a little on the heavy side of that weight. Only by a little. She was around 120 lbs and she should have been 112 lbs. So what? All the weight was in her boobs and her ass. Something she wasn't proud of, but the guys liked it. Alot.

And then there were her views on Death Eaters. Unlike her father, she believed that blood purity wasn't important. It depended on whether you were a good person. Not that you should be killed if you were a jerk but people should get to know your personality and who you are before they start to judge you, which they shouldn't judge you even if they don't like you. Her views were a little bit hazy but all she knew was that you could be Muggle or Half-Blood or Pure Blood all day long and she wouldn't care. And as for the blood traitors, she was one. She loved Muggle things. Television, radio, pictures that didn't move. She liked it all.

And then there was the day she was sorted. She remembered it clearly. September 1st, 1989.........

Olivia had just gotten off of the boats that lead to Hogwarts castle. She was scared, of course, to be away from home for this long. But, with the help of Hagrid, she hadn't broken down yet.

All of the first years were led into the small holding room next to the Great Hall. A few minutes later Professor McGonagall led them into the Hall. All eyes were on them and Olivia's stomach felt tight. She was nervous, which meant her eyes were a mean shade of violet. She hated that color.

After the song was sang, McGonagall started naming off names. Around five minutes later it was Olivia's turn to get the Sorting Hat placed on her head. She walked up to the stool slowly and sat down. McGonagall placed the hat on her head and the hat started humming.

"What should we do with you Olivia? You're a Malfoy, eh? You don't seem like it. But never the less, Slyth..."

The hat stopped. Olivia's heart was beating quickly in her chest and she felt the beginning of a panic attach start. She felt her breath getting shorter and her head getting lighter. She wouldn't pass out but she would be a complete air head for a while.

"Ah yes. Huffle.." the hat stopped again.

Dumbledore looked at the patched old hat with a stern eye. He mouthed the word "Pick." The pointed part of the hat moved towards the older wizard. Olivia and Dumbledore were the only ones able to hear him.

"She's everything. She's brave like a Gryffindor, intelligent like a Ravenclaw, she's loyal like a Hufflepuff and she's sneaky like a Slytherin, no offense Olivia." he apologized.


"None taken." Olivia said quietly with a quiver in her voice.

"Don't cry sweetheart, everything is going to work out. Now, you need to pick." Dumbledore said.

The hat sighed, which pushed it down over Olivia's head more.

"Sorry." it mumbled. It looked at Dumbledore again. "Put her aside. I'll pick after everyone else."

"No!" Dumbledore snapped.


"It's fine Professor." Olivia lied. She was heartbroken. What is she wasn't picked at all?

"O.k. Darling, please go stand by Hagrid." Dumbledore lifted the hat off her head and she quietly made her way over to the gentle giant in the corner of the room.

Hagrid held her close to him, shielding her from the stares of the other students. After George Weasley was placed in Gryffindor, Dumbledore made his speech and quickly took Olivia away from Hagrid and brought her to his office.

"Professor McGonagall, please bring in the Sorting Hat again."

McGonagall nodded and brought in the Sorting Hat. Instead of placing it on Olivia's head, the hat was placed on Dumbledore's desk.

"You can't pick? Seriously?" Dumbledore asked.

"Seriously. The only way she's going to get a House is if you personally assign her one. Or give her her own one."

"I like the last idea. O.k. Olivia, your personalHouse will be Eximius. It's Latin for Extraordinary because you truly are an extraordinary young witch." Olivia blushed. "It's password will be Mirus, it means the same thing as Eximius. Don't tell anyone. It won't be finished tonight so you'll be staying in Gryffindor."

"O.k." Olivia said.