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The Dove; Distressed	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 6194 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Good gracious!" Lucius gasped as Dove entered the dining room. It was less magnificent than the one they used the night before. This one they would use for normal dining. The table was smaller and round instead of rectangular, and the plates-while still glorious with their black base color and green flowery print- they weren't the antique ones the had been used with Dove's welcoming dinner.

The breakfast wasn't as great either. It wasn't awful, but in comparison it was plain. Although, there was more food than what would be served at the Potters if she had still been living with her parents. There were two meats-ham, sausage, several flavours of scones, flap jacks with maple syrup, assorted fruits, and quiches.

Narcissa's look also matched Lucius; snobby, disgusted, and unenthused. You'd would have almost thought a Muggle or muggleborn had walked right into their house to dine with them.

Astoria, on the other hand, smirked amusingly, looking much like her son would when he was being satisfied by one of his wicked methods of entertainment.

"Didn't Scorpius tell you how you are supposed to dress in this house?" Lucius asked slowly, his icy eyes scanning her clothing.

Dove looked down at her clothing innocently. Thanks to her Grandmother and Aunt Hermione, she had learned plenty of ways to modify clothing and make something into her own. The black dress she had made into a tunic with a red tie. She wore matching leggings which only went down to her knees, leaving the rest of her bare, except for her feet, which she wore comfortable red trainers.

"She looks like a mudblood." Narcissa said to Lucius, unable to take her eyes off the 'awful' outfit.

Astoria said nothing, instead she started snickering.

"This is not a laughing matter, Astoria." Lucius scolded coldly.

"On the contrary, it is amusing." Astoria then cleared her throat and snatched a scone off the serving plate to butter it. Her eyes still flashed with amusement, but her facial expression was serious.

Dove went to sit at the table, but the chair she was about to sit in disappeared. "You will not eat dressed in that rubbish." Lucius told her lazily.

"Yes, you must be much more glamorous than that, Grace." Narcissa added softly.

"This is glamorous." Doe defended her wear, running a hand down the front of the fabric.

"It's hideous." Lucius muttered. "I am sure Scorpius informed you on how you should dress."

"Yes, he would know, since he streaks around the house any chance he can get." She answered sarcastically, annoyed that he would make fun of her clothing.

Lucius' eyes flickered up from her clothing to her eyes, looking very much like a snake ready to strike. He calmly took a drink of his Pruneberry juice, his eyes still glued to her. "I ought to take you over my knee for your lip." He said lazily.

"You will do no such thing!" Narcissa shook a finger at him.

"Watch me." He drawled, but he remained in his seat, a blank look on his face making Astoria giggle. His eyes shifted to his daughter in law. "Help her change into something acceptable." He ordered darkly.

"It will be my pleasure, Father." Astoria escorted the protesting Dove out of the room.

"I am not wearing any of that!" Dove insisted.

"Sure you will, dear. It's the laws of being a real lady. Your family has the poorest values of them all, with as famous as you are." She was pushing Dove by her shoulders. "You should be setting an example for everyone." She huffed at this. "Worst examples ever."

Dove wiggled from the woman's grasp. "Don't talk about my family like that! They've done a hell of a lot more than all the Malfoys in history!"

Astoria giggled. "All those Gryffindors seemed to have rubbed off on you."

Dove straightened. "I am a Hufflepuff." She said proudly.

The woman's lips slowly formed a wide smile. "Yes, I know." She shoved Dove into the room with her wardrobe. "And one thing great about Hufflepuffs is that most of them are so weak that you can shape them into the person you want to be." Her eyes lit up, and she pointed her wand at Dove, dressing her in a corset, and tightening it to where Dove was cramping from the lack of space she had for expanding her lungs to breathe.

"Hufflepuffs are good people!" Dove said, taking slow breaths.

Astoria's eyes lost their friendliness then. "It's rare for an upperblood to be sorted there. REAL wizards are either brave..." the woman walked around Dove, adjusting her clothing, fitting them for a Malfoy. "Intellegent..." she waved her wand, and Dove's hair was let out of the bun it had been previously in. Her hair flowed against her shoulders. "Most end up in Slytherin though. As we all know." Astoria twirled a strand of Dove's hair around her finger. "Purebloods must have this... thing about us. We're much more ambitious than them all. We WILL always get what we want. That's what makes us better than everyone else."

"Why are you allowing Scorpius to taint your blood then?" Dove asked, feeling dizzy from how tight the corset was. "I'm... not pure..."

"You think we didn't try getting him a pureblood wife?" Astoria snapped. "No one wanted to marry a Malfoy! Not after the Dark Lord's fall. Wizards were sending their daughters out of the country to marry aliens instead!"

Dove winced in fear. Astoria was usually so friendly. She never thought the woman was capable of losing her temper.

"Then you came along..." Astoria grinned. "That day when he invited you to our Christmas Banquet. I knew it then, he had chosen you. He didn't know it then, of course, he just charished you as a friend then. But I knew..." Astoria tapped her chest with a fist. "You aren't perfect for him-no, but you are just enough..." she paused to tuck a strand of loose hair behind Dove's ear. "Perfect enough to give us our name back. Potter and Malfoy unity; who would have ever thought... Do you realize the rivalry dates back to the late 1700s?" She giggled.

Dove nodded, forcing herself to get used to the constricting feeling of her new clothing. A chill ran down her back as she listened to Astoria talk.

"You are the future of Peace, little Dove." Astoria whispered eerily. "You will ensure that our family's name will not end. Wizards will beg us to take their daughters. Pay us even. Just so they can say their grandsons have a mere drop of Potter in them."

"What if I can't have children?" Dove asked shakily. "What if I am also useless at being a woman as I am at everything else? Are the lot of you going to bury me?"

Astoria set her hand on Dove's cheek. "You shouldn't worry so much, dear. You are not as useless as you think you are. Being sorted into Hufflepuff has ruined your self confidence. You have been out performed by all of your siblings, your own talents over looked."

"I don't have any talents..." Dove whispered, looking away from Astoria's kind eyes. It was weird how they could go from night to bright in just a few seconds.

"Yet you can cast a recognizable Patronus. You have talked men and woman from suicide-yes of course I have heard about that, don't look surprised!" She giggled. "There's something else you have the power to do. And ONLY you can do, Little Dove."

Dove couldn't believe her. She was too weak, in mind and ability. She barely passed anything in Hogwarts, especially in performance. "What is it?" She asked harshly, upset to think Astoria was toying with her.

"You will know it when you find out." Astoria said mysteriously. "And..." she paused dramatically to grin at Dove mischievously. "When you DO figure it out, USE it." She turned before laughing and exited the room, finished with her task.

"Why can't you just tell me!?" Dove demanded.

Astoria's hand grabbed at the door jam and she leaned back so her head came into view. "What would be the fun in that?" She winked and then disappeared again, telling Dove to hurry down before breakfast got cold.
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