Beginning of a Legacy of his Own

Chapter 1: Beginning of a legacy of his own.

Draco Malfoy woke up early that morning, as he did almost every day. His room in Malfoy Manor, decorated with dark furniture and luxurious details, remained completely silent, interrupted only by the distant chirping of birds. While most boys his age preferred to sleep in, Draco always got up on time, aware of how much he had to learn

From a very young age, he had understood that knowledge and diligence. They were key to standing out. He didn't do it because of the expectations of his father, Lucius, nor because of the pressure exerted by the Malfoy family. He did it because he himself valued effort and discipline. Draco was not a boy who would settle for just being another boy. He wanted to stand out.

At that time of the morning, as the sun was just peeking over the horizon, Draco was sitting at his desk, with several books open in front of him. History of Magic, Herbology and Potions. He liked to be prepared and know the topics thoroughly before anyone could even present them to him. With his serious and concentrated gaze, he delved into the complex texts that other boys his age had not yet begun to study

History of Magic was the first book he picked up. He was fascinated by how the great magicians of the past had shaped the world. As he read about the founding of Hogwarts and the disputes between the founders, his eyes lingered on the small details that others would have missed. Draco didn't just memorize the facts; he analyzed them with a surprising calm for someone so young

After a couple of hours, he put the book aside and picked up another one on Herbology. He did not have access to the exotic plants that the texts mentioned, but he still devotedly studied the properties of each one. He knew that someday he would have the opportunity to test his knowledge, and he wanted to be prepared. He concentrated on the Bubotuber, memorizing its dangers and medicinal uses.

His mother, Narcissa, appeared in the doorway, interrupting his concentration.

"Draco, breakfast is ready," she said softly.

Draco nodded, ever polite, and closed his book carefully. Arriving at the dining room, he found his father, Lucius, reading the Daily Prophet, as usual. The atmosphere in the Malfoy household was always formal, quiet, but Draco was used to that. The conversation during breakfast was brief, marked by his father's usual reserve and his mother's attentive gaze

After breakfast, Draco returned to his room, feeling a slight emotion about it. that he knew was about to happen. He had been waiting for this day patiently, although he had never expressed it openly. He knew that the mail would soon arrive, and with it, the letter that would mark the next big step in his life

Around eleven o'clock, he heard the soft flapping of an owl at the window. He stood up from his desk and walked towards her. There it was, a gray owl, holding a yellowish envelope with a familiar stamp. With a serenity that hid his inner emotion, Draco took the letter and broke the wax seal.

The envelope contained a single sheet of paper, but those words were the ones he had been waiting for for years.

"Dear Sir Malfoy,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…"

Draco read each word carefully. Although he already knew what he was saying, it was still a transcendental moment. This was the beginning of his true training, the place where his knowledge and skills would be tested

He put the letter away carefully, feeling a slight pride inside, although his face remained. impassive. From that moment on, Malfoy Manor would no longer be his only setting. He knew that Hogwarts was not just a place of learning, but an opportunity to prove his true worth. It wasn't about blood, but about talent, and Draco was determined to show that his talent would take him far.

Draco returned to his room to resume his studies, and when the clock struck three in the afternoon, that was when he heard a conversation outside his room. He went out into the hallway and met Crabbe and Goyle, who had come to visit his parents. The two boys, burly but clumsy, greeted him with vague smiles.

—Draco, what are you doing? Crabbe asked with his usual slowness

"Studying," Draco answered, not bothering to hide his distant tone. Getting ready for Hogwarts, I guess you are too.

The two of them giggled, and Draco sighed inwardly. Pure blood, yes, but what's the point if you don't have talent, he thought, feeling a slight irritation

While his companions were engaged in banal conversations, Draco retreated back to his room. He knew that Hogwarts would be more than just a school to him. It would be a place where he could stand out, not because of his last name, but because of his merits

And he was determined to prove that, in the magical world, true power lay in talent, not in skill. purity of blood.