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Authors Notes
I know what you’re thinking. But allow me to make one thing clear on this topic, I am not trying to bash or humiliate any pureblooded witches and wizards by writing this. I’m married to one, and we have three lovely children. But the fact of the matter is, the scales are vastly unfair on both sides.
It started in 1707, when the British Ministry of Magic was founded. It was made to make changes that the Wizarding Society could not. But one of the keen mistakes was keeping Muggleborns from entering the world until the age of eleven, where they may attend a wizarding school. While it may seem that be reasonable as children of wizards were not allowed to get a wand until eleven as well, it put Muggleborns at a strictly unfair advantage
Not only do muggleborns have to learn the minimal education that wizarding children already knew, seen as strangers invading their world. But there is also the repercussions of leaving a child who showed magical ability at the age of seven in a world where magic is kept secret. While the muggle world is not nearly as barbaric as the days of the Salem Witch Trials, when you leave a magical child in a world of muggles, it can at times become very dangerous.
If a magical child is left in the muggle world and forced to repress their talent through physical or psychological abuse, they develop a parasitical magical force inside of them called Obscurus. It is a dark parasitical magical force and the children possessed by an Obscurus almost always die before their tenth birthdays. The only exception being that children with a much larger magical force, like the 1926 case of Credence Barebone. It is not just muggleborns, but also halfbloods left in the magical world who are at risk. It is irresponsible on the Ministry’s behalf and has caused not just a divide in the Wizarding World, but this neglect of Magical Children is what caused one of the Greatest Wizarding Wars. It created Tom Riddle, formerly known as Voldemort.
I am married to one of the children forced under his reign, Draco Malfoy. We have three lovely children together, and during our time raising them, I’ve realized that pureblood heritage is just as important as my muggle raising. I want to take the time of this book to explore our differences, and show the Wizarding World and whatever reader may be reading. We are not meant to be divided, but to learn from one another.
Chapter One – Do Purebloods get sick?
This has been something that has haunted my thoughts for some time. Entering the magical world, I was amazed at what something as simple as a potion could fix. Broken bones, a common cold, even burns. It was incredible. I had asked my husband if Wizards ever deal with any form of sickness.
“Huh?” Draco looked up from his book, raising a brow at her, “Sickness? Not really. We’ve advanced way too far for that.”
Hermione watched as he puffed his chest out with pride, taking notes in her book, “So do you guys just never get sick?”
He shot her a grin, “Never.”
He lied to me, obviously. For there was a clause. While Wizards could fight against Muggle illness, what with traveling through and being at risk, they could not halt Wizarding illness.
“GRANGER!!!” The croaky voice called out from the bedroom, causing Hermione to panic as she dropped her sandwich and rushed in. She found Draco on their bed, looking so pale, he was almost green. He coughed into his hand, reaching out for her, “Granger, c’mere. Please.” She didn’t comment on that they had been married for 2 years, going to join him at the bedside.
He took her hand gently, looking up at her with those dazed eyes, “You’re so beautiful. I’m glad I married you.” Okay, now she was worried. Gripping his hand in comfort, she whispered, “Draco, what is going on, why do you look so ghastly?”
“I’m dying Granger. I want you to be here in my last moments.”
He was not. One thing I should add, dear readers, is that while Purebloods are not immune to Wizarding Illness, they also capable of putting on theatrics during it.
“It’s just the magic bug, Mrs. Malfoy. He’ll be right as rain by tomorrow.” The Healer spoke as comfortingly as possible. Hermione sighed in relief, looking over at her sick husband, smiling as she saw him conked out from the medicine. He looked so peaceful.
ALL the theatrics.
Draco slumped down against her, whining in her ear, “Hermione, I don’t want to get a bath. I’m cold!” She rolled her eyes, trying to drag him out of the bed, “Exactly, Draco. You have a fever. We need to get you in the bath to help with your temperature.”
“But I’m cold! You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you!” Despite his accusations, he didn’t stop holding on to her, “This is about Thursday! When I ate the last chocolate cake slice! I’m sorry Granger, I told you I’d buy you all the chocolate cake in the world!”
She groaned, reaching into her pocket, flicking it at him, “Levicorpus.” She ignored his shouts as he was lifted in the air by one ankle, leading him into the bathroom, “No, Draco. This isn’t some petty revenge. I truly just want you to get better. To do that, you need a warm bath.”
“MY NOSE IS DRIPPING GRANGER! IT’S GOING TO GET IN MY EYES!”
Once back to normal, they will pretend it never happened.
Chapter Two – Children
The day I announced my first pregnancy was the happiest day of both Draco and I’s life. The only time I’ve seen him that emotional was the day we got married.
Draco opened the door, placing his coat on the rack before calling out, “I’m home! Hermione?” He gave her no time to respond, hurrying off to find his wife with a smirk. Looking around each room, he began to wonder which room she might be in. He designed this house himself, with some advisement of her own. The personal library would be the quickest answer, but it was too easy. Too mundane. His wife was much more spontaneous than that. So he headed to his personal study.
Upon opening the door, he saw she was nowhere inside. He was wrong. Looking around for anything hidden, he retreated. Next was her study. Nothing. Library? Nothing. Now this was getting a bit challenging. Their house wasn’t exactly a manor, so how could she have disappeared? He saw her shoes tossed messily by the door, to which he quickly set it back in the shoe organizer, so he knew she was home.
Trying again, he called out, “Hermione? Where are you?” It was then the bathroom door opened, revealing her meek stature. Confused why she looked so small, he hurried over to her, “Hermione, what’s wrong?”
Her only response was lifting a white stick in front of him. He took it, flipping it around and pressing at it like it was a puzzle, “I don’t get it? Did you solve it? What do these two lines mean?” Hermione reached a hand out to rest on his wrist, capturing his attention, “They mean I’m pregnant.”
Pregnant. He blinked, staring at her in shock. He got Hermione Granger pregnant. This wasn’t an accident; they had been trying. It was just, a shock. His gaze fell down to her stomach, “Theres.. my kid is in there?”
Hemione smiled weakly, placing her hand on it, “Well.. right now it’s more of a poppy seed? I did some research on how they grow, and when they’ll be reaching a more human-“ She was cut off as Draco snatched her up in his arms, dragging her out of the bathroom, and spinning her around.
“We did it! Oh you brilliant witch!” He cried out, hugging her tightly in his arms. Hermione laughed, holding on to him. Sometimes she forgot how strong Draco was. She kicked her feet, trying to reach the ground, “Yes, we did it! Now lemme down before we shake up the baby!”
At that, she was on her feet instantly. Draco had fallen on his knees, staring at her stomach in awe, his hands cradling her hips, “Do you think it can hear us yet?” She sighed lovingly, reaching down to run her fingers through his hair, “Not yet, but I asked Ginny, and she said we can book an appointment with a healer and see if we can get a little image of it. It sounds like a muggle ultrasound, but either way I’d be able to see. I’m about 5 weeks now.”
“I’ll owl St. Mungos. Get us an appointment today.” He stood up, staring at her with glimmering eyes, “You go rest.” He then leaned in, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, and then finally capturing her lips before speeding off towards his study.
Hermione watched after him before putting a hand on her hip, “Wait..today?!” She hurried after him, “Draco, that’s too last-minute! They won’t have any openings!”
“I’m a Malfoy, they’ll make openings!”
Now, that’s not to say that it didn’t have the annoyances. As I said before, pureblood culture is vastly different from my own. Draco and I had many arguments about me leaving work until I gave birth, he was so scared that something might happen.
“You have to understand Hermione, I’m not trying to limit you. I just don’t want something to happen to you and our child.” He explained with a gentle tone, holding her hands firmly in his.
Hermione was so confused, looking at him incredulously, “Draco, I’m not even showing yet. You don’t have to take off work until you’re at least out of your first trimester!” He seemed shocked by that, raising a brow, “What? How is that even possible?”
She looked down at her belly in even more confusion, before a light struck, “What..do you think is going to happen?”
His face seemed to drop, looking at her with saddened eyes before he explained, “Wizarding pregnancies don’t tend to go well. My mother got off lucky with me, but still struggled. Same for the Parkinsons, and the Notts! Typically, you can only get out one heir before your body can’t handle much more. And there’s no guarantee that the child will even make it!”
Hermione sighed, taking his hand, “Draco..” He looked down at his lap, not wanting her to see the tears falling. She scooted herself closer, squeezing his hand this time to get his attention, “Draco. The reason it so hard for the children to survive, is because of how Purebloods have kept their blood pure. By marrying into family. When parents are blood relatives, there is a higher risk of disease and birth defects, stillbirths, infant mortality and a shorter life expectancy. That causes great strain on the mother, who has to carry it, which can cause further trauma.”
He listened to her, realization hitting him, “Well..why did my parents have an easier time with me?” She smiled softly, “Because your parents aren’t blood relatives. The Malfoys came from France. Your mother only had some average struggles. Not all women have it easy with pregnancy. Plus, there was a war going on as well, she probably had a lot of stress around her.”
Draco sighed in relief, looking at her with watery eyes, “So our kid is going to be okay?” She smiled sweetly at him, taking his hand, “They’re going to be fine.”
Another thing I had to learn was traditions were very important to them. Including naming conventions.
“What do we call her? She’s our last one.”
“Cassiopeia.”
“Another constellation name, seriously? As if Scorpius and Caelum weren’t enough?”
“Now we have the set! Unless you have a better idea, Mrs. Malfoy.”
“Welcome to the world, Cassiopeia Malfoy.”