𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐒
𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦

❝ Sometimes I fear that we won't make it out. ❞

❝ There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned. ❞

Feyre Achlys Malfoy, a girl with a heart of gold in a family of darkness. Nicknamed by those in Hogwarts as 'Fair', a notion originally made out of the mispronunciation of her name. For a Malfoy, she had always been kind to those around her. That was until she mysteriously became a shadow the moment her brother stepped foot into Hogwarts.

The sorting hat had been stumped from the moment she sat down on the stool. Muttering something about a Potter to which she corrected him saying Malfoy. It seemed to cause whispers to circulate from the teachers table, aimed at Dumbledore as he shushed them. Listening as the sorting hat spoke of her lineage running red, not emerald.

That was the first weird thing that caught everyone's attention. Causing everyone to question her, to which she would reply that she didn't understand it either and going on her way. Whether it be helping people in the open, or helping them in the shadows like the ghosts of the castle.

For a slytherin, she had a heart of gold.

There was a rumor, a rumor she was a metamorphagus. Some swore they once saw her hair hold color when she smiled brightly, but that was only a rumor. Whenever she walked around, even with her friends, the ones who she hadn't mysteriously disappeared from upon her brother's arrival, her hair remained that ghostly platinum.

Feyre was the eldest daughter of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. Raised in Malfoy Manor and taught about blood purity for as long as she could remember. The girl could barely remember a day that she hadn't been taught the proper way. The pureblood way.

For years, she never truly believed what her parents said but she knew better than to say anything. She kept quiet and acted as if she believed and followed their words. When in reality, the only thing she followed was forcing her hair to remain platinum. Just as they had always told her.

Her brother's appearance at Hogwarts had changed a lot for Feyre. Causing the girl to stay quiet and to drop many people she held dear. Knowing that Draco would rat her out to their parents in a skinny minute. And the last thing that Feyre needed was her father knowing that she was friends with.... Blood traitors.

She would've been disowned on the spot. Shunned and beaten. She couldn't go through that, so she remained silent and she remained a shadow. She became a mystery to all those around her. Except for her two friends, Elizabeth Nott and Lilian Chang.

Elizabeth had been around Feyre from a young age, both growing up together as purebloods. Lucius once had made a comment about a possible marriage between Theodore and Feyre happening, but the girl wasn't too fond of the idea. Believing that he was too young.

But Feyre had many secrets, as did the whispers that followed her. Prophecies and beliefs following behind her and being caught in lies and pain as she goes through her year... a year like no other.