This story features Emma Grossman's transmigration and contains graphic violence and other mature content. Underage readers should decide for themselves whether to continue reading.
She was the eldest daughter of the Malfoy family. People always thought of her as noble and graceful, beautiful and accomplished, with only one flaw: she was frail and often ill.
Of course, that was only what people saw.
Away from prying eyes, her family life was nothing like the harmonious picture others imagined. She was met with cold indifference and cruel words.
All the applause and flowers she received outside the home did nothing to improve her standing within it. Nothing changed: they still treated her coldly and spoke to her harshly.
She seemed to be nothing more than a tool, a tool for winning honors.
When she was nine, another girl of the same age arrived in her body...
"You seem different from before."
"Do I? I haven't noticed." Emma gave a friendly smile.
"Oh dear, my hands were itchy. I accidentally killed someone."
In the dim room, Emma held a wand in her hand. The wavering candlelight fell across her face. Her angelic features now wore a demonic expression. The two seemed completely at odds, yet on Emma they somehow fit perfectly.
"Where's that Malfoy off to, rushing along as if she were going to market?"
"Shh! Watch what you say!"
"Don't offend Slytherin's powerhouse!"
"Exactly. The consequences of offending her are..."
Before he could finish, the Slytherin student felt a chill down his back. A spine-tingling cold rose from deep within him and spread throughout his body, all the way to his fingertips.
Emma was smiling at him, but it was easy to see the threat hidden behind her smile.
Theme: I wanted to write it, so I did.
