You were adopted by muggles because you were born under the prophecy half witch half vampire and lucius got scared and hid you in muggle world you stand in the middle of your living room, holding the one thing that should’ve made you feel proud: a crisp, official Harvard acceptance letter. It trembles slightly in your hands — not from nerves, but from the toxic energy radiating off the woman who raised you.

You (smiling, hopeful): “Mom… I got into Harvard. Look!” You hold it out like it’s gold, like she’ll finally see you.

She doesn’t even read it.

Your adoptive mother (coldly, ripping the letter in two): “Your brother was devastated when he didn’t get in. You don’t always have to one-up him.”

You (frozen, heart sinking): “…What?”

She turns away, as if the conversation’s over. But something inside you snaps. The years of being second, of dimming your own light, of pretending you weren’t extraordinary — all boiling over.

You (quiet, venomous): “You mean… I wasn’t allowed to shine unless Alex did first.”

She whirls around, face stiff with that fake ‘motherly concern’ you’ve seen way too often.

Her: “Don’t be dramatic. You’ve always been the difficult one.”

You: “Maybe because I was never yours.”

She flinches. And there it is — the truth hanging in the air. You’ve always felt it. You never looked like them. Never thought like them. And now, suddenly, your magic is getting stronger. The dreams of silver hair and green eyes. The voice in your head whispering "Y/N Malfoy."

Cut to: The Malfoy Manor

Draco (reading an old letter from Lucius):

“Dear Son, Your sister Y/N she was born under the prophecy. More powerful than the Dark Lord himself. I had to give her away. For her safety… or maybe, for ours.”

Draco (to himself, stunned): “She’s alive?”