Lucille Malfoy-Longbottom

 Lucille Malfoy a.k.a. Rebellious Malfoy

Biographical information

Full Name

Lucille Druella Malfoy

Nickname(s)

• Sister, Sis (by Draco Malfoy)

• Princess (by her father, Lucius)

• Luce (by Harry Potter)

• Lucy (by Fred and George Weasley)

• Traitor (by Bellatrix Lestrange and sometimes Pansy Parkinson)

• Spawn (by Pansy only)

• Voldemort's Wife, Dark Lady (by the wizarding world and the Ministry of Magic)

Date of Birth

5 June 1980, Malfoy Manor

Blood status

Pureblood

Marital status

Married (2th times)

Nationality

British

Also known as

• The Girl Who Loved

• Heiress of Malfoy

• The Girl Who Believes

• Lady Malfoy

• The Kind-Hearted Slytherin

• Rebellious Malfoy

• The Girl Who Lied

• Dark Lady (briefly, by Daily Prophet)

• Andromeda Black (under the disguise of Polyjuice Potion)

• Hero of Hogwarts (by Daily Prophet)

Title(s)

• Prefect

• Head Girl

Status

Alive

Physical information

Species

Human

Gender

Female

Hair colour

Blonde

Eye colour

Blue

Skin colour

Fair

Family information

Children

• Unborn son † (miscarriage)

• Alice Narcissa Longbottom II (daughter)

Siblings

Draco Lucius Malfoy (twin brother)

Parents

• Lucius Malfoy II (pure-blood father)

• Narcissa Black-Malfoy (pure-blood mother)

Nephews

Scorpius Malfoy (pure-blood nephew)

Grandparents

• Abraxas Malfoy † (pure-blood paternal grandfather)

• Unnamed Paternal Grandmother † (pure-blood)

• Cygnus Black III † (pure-blood maternal grandfather)

• Druella Rosier-Black † (pure-blood maternal grandmother)

Uncles/Aunts

• Bellatrix "Bella" Black-Lestrange † (pure-blood maternal aunt)

• Rodolphus Lestrange (pure-blood maternal uncle)

• Andromeda "Andie" Black-Tonks (pure-blood maternal aunt)

• Edward "Ted" Tonks † (Muggle maternal uncle)

Cousins

• Nymphadora "Dora" Tonks-Lupin † (half-blood maternal first cousin)

• Edward Remus "Teddy" Lupin (half-blood, maternal first cousin, once removed)

In-laws

• Alice Fortescue-Longbottom I (pure-blood mother-in-law)

• Frank Longbottom (pure-blood father-in-law)

• Tom Riddle Senior † (muggle ex-father-in-law)

• Merope Gaunt-Riddle † (pure-blood ex-mother-in-law)

• Prof. Remus Lupin † (half-blood cousin-in-law)

• Astoria Greengrass-Malfoy † (pure-blood sister-in-law)

• Marvolo Gaunt † (pure-blood ex-grandfather-in-law)

• Morfin Gaunt † (pure-blood ex-grandfather-in-law)

Relationships

Allies/Friends

• Draco Malfoy (closest twin connection)
• Astoria Greengrass† (closest one/like sisters)
• Andromeda Black-Tonks (closest aunt-niece relationship)
• Daphne Greengrass (closest one)
• Harry Potter (close friend/best friend)
• Luna Lovegood (closest ones)
• Hermione Granger (closest friend/best friend)
• Weasley family (like a second family of hers)
• Neville Longbottom (closest friend/love interest)
• Dobby † (her closest friend)
• Order of the Phoenix (she is a member there)
• Albus Dumbledore † (her former headmaster)
• Dumbledore's Army (she is a member of it)
• Sirius Black III † (closest family)
• Prof. Remus Lupin † (her closest and former professor)
• Nymphadora Tonks † (closest family bond)
• Prof. Severus Snape † (her former professor)
• Prof. Minerva McGonagall (her former professor)
• Prof. Horace Slughorn (her former professor)

Romances

• Neville Longbottom (pure-blood spouse)

• Theodore Nott (pure-blood ex-boyfriend)

• Lord Voldemort/Tom Riddle † (half-blood late spouse; arranged union)

Enemies

• Death Eaters (arch-opponents; most of them are departed, others defected, and anothers are in Azkaban)

• Prof. Dolores Umbridge (opponent; she is incarcerated in Azkaban now)

• Lord Voldemort/Tom Riddle † (arch-opponent; he was her spouse, but when he was beaten, her union ended with him)

• Bellatrix Black-Lestrange † (arch-opponent; slain by Molly Weasley)

• Pansy Parkinson (former foe, despised her)

Pets

• Nev (puppy)

• Daisy (rabbit)

• Blue (cat)

• Naga (serpent; betrothal present from Voldemort)

Magical characteristics

Boggart

• The lifeless bodies of her friends

• Her father (formerly, overcome)

Wand

9 1/2", Apple, Unicorn hair

Patronus

Dove

Affiliation

Occupation

• Auror

• Order member

• Slug Club member (once)

• Dumbledore's Army member (briefly during Hogwarts years)

• Hogwarts student (once)

Location

• Longbottom's house

• 12 Grimmauld Place (shortly)

• The Burrow (shortly)

• Malfoy Mansion (previously)

School

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (1991 - 1998)

House

Slytherin

Loyalty

• Malfoy family

• House of Black

• Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

• Slytherin

• Slug Club

• Dumbledore's Army (1995 - 1998)

• House of Weasley

• Order of the Phoenix

• Potter family

• Longbottom family (in-laws)

Lucille Druella Malfoy (b. 5 June 1980) is the younger twin sister of Draco Malfoy. She cares sincerely for her friends and turns to them when she needs help. Her best friends were Astoria Greengrass, Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, and Ginny Weasley, but she was in a feud with her classmate and roommate, Pansy Parkinson, who loathes her. She is very close to her maternal aunt, Andromeda Black, who was disowned for marrying a Muggle man, and she also has a close relationship with the Weasley family. As the daughter of a Death Eater, Lucille stood apart from her family, who fervently promoted blood purity. She firmly believed that every half-blood and Muggle-born is equal, rejecting her family's pursuits outright.

At a very young age, she was betrothed to wed a most powerful dark wizard, Lord Voldemort, who constantly exerted an influence on her. 

Biography

Early Life (1980-1991)

Lucille was born at 9:25 AM on June 5, 1980. As Draco Malfoy's younger twin sister, she grew up in the prestigious Malfoy Manor, surrounded by prosperity and benefits. Despite her arrogant background, Lucille always possessed a kind and empathetic nature.

Like all her family members, she followed in their footsteps and became a proud member of Slytherin House. 

During her childhood, she had a very close bond with her twin brother until they chose different friends.

Hogwarts years (1991 - 1998)

Lucille enjoyed her years as a student at Hogwarts and took lessons, classes, and school authorities very seriously. She was often described as illuminated, to the point of being said to be 'Kindness of Slytherin'.

Given her keen mind, some students wondered why Lucille was sorted into Slytherin rather than Gryffindor. She admitted that the Sorting Hat did not assume putting her in Gryffindor. It is likely that the Sorting Hat eventually put her in Slytherin after waiting for about four minutes because Lucille did not want to disappoint her parents.

She later proved her suitable place in Slytherin with her steadfast cunning and devotion to her friends, Hogwarts, and Dumbledore's Army. After being sorted into Slytherin, Lucille shared a dormitory with Pansy Parkinson, Astoria Greengrass, Daphne Greengrass, and an unidentified black-haired girl.

Lucille quickly becomes friends with the Greengrass sisters, her roommates, and also becomes close friends with the Golden Trio from Gryffindor's house, which her brother does not support. She often rivals Pansy, her roommate, about choosing sides and being devoted to Slytherin, which Lucille does not want to talk about.

For example, in their first year, she went with Ron, Harry, and Hermione into the third-floor corridor, which students were temporarily banned from entering, to save the Philosopher's Stone.

1 Year

Lucille was sorted into Slytherin like her twin brother, Draco, and her future sister-in-law, Astoria Greengrass. She didn't want to go, but she had to for the sake of the family's prominence. After the sorting, she met the Greengrass sisters. Still, she became closer to Astoria than to her other sister, Daphne, and soon she found herself in rivalry with Pansy Parkinson, who didn't like or tolerate her.

Even though she was in Slytherin, she became close friends with Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. However, Ron Weasley, on the other hand, didn't trust her because she was a Malfoy and a Slytherin. The day after she arrived at Hogwarts, Harry respected her for her intellect. At the Feast in the Great Hall. Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Neville were all rewarded additional House Points for boldness and heroism, which won Gryffindor the House Cup. Also, Lucille got additional points for helping her friends. She hugged Harry and everyone else in Gryffindor.

But when she returned home, her parents were waiting for her in the living room, their faces filled with disapproval. Lucille learned the dreadful news that she was engaged, and she was enraged about her parents ' choice of a spouse without her knowledge.

2nd year

Lucille: "Who are you?"

Tom Riddle: "Tom."

Lucille: "Do you have a last name?"

Tom Riddle: "Just Tom."

                                                                                                                                                — Lucille and Tom first met.

The summer had been a claustrophobic nightmare of silent dinners and suffocating expectations. When Lucille’s parents had finally settled the bomb—that her hand had been promised to a man of "ancient and problematic lineage"—the resulting discussion had shattered the crystal decanters in the dining room and left her feeling like a bird trapped in a gilded cage. Yet, as the Hogwarts Express billowed steam into the crisp September air, the suffocating weight of her engagement lifted. She was going home.

Her second year was a blur of familiar comforts: the chaotic warmth of the Weasley twins’ pranks, the steady, grounding presence of Neville, and the academic sanctuary she shared with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. She even found herself fascinated by the introverted, bright-eyed Ginny and the intangible, dream-like insight of Luna Lovegood. But the tranquility was short-lived. Whispers began to snake through the corridors like dark fog. The Chamber of Secrets has been opened.

When the school turned against Harry, pointing fingers and branding him the 'Heir of Slytherin', Lucille was his fiercest shield. She stood beside him in the Great Hall, her chin held high, defying the glares of the student body. But she had a secret of her own—a thin, leather-bound diary she had found in the library, its pages whispering with an ink that seemed to pulse like a heartbeat. "Tom," she would whisper to the empty air. Tom Riddle was eloquent, charming, and seemed to understand the burdens of a legacy she hadn't asked for. She grew obsessed with him, not out of love, but out of a desperate, gnawing need to know why he sought to destroy her best friend. Why Harry? she would write. What do you have to gain? The truth, however, did not come in neatly penned letters. It came in a nightmare of stone and scale. When she and Harry descended into the Chamber of Secrets, the air tasted of rot and ancient magic. She expected a monster, but she did not expect to see the boy from the diary standing there, his form shimmering with a translucent, cruel power. As Tom Riddle began his gloating monologue, the pieces of the puzzle slammed into place with sickening clarity. The "ancient family" her parents favored. The "formidable lineage." The forced engagement that had haunted her summer. "You," she breathed, her voice trembling not with fear, but with a cold, jagged rage. "It was you all along." Tom smiled, a thin, shadow-filled expression. "I am Lord Voldemort, Lucille. And you are, particularly irrevocably, mine."

The revelation was a hammer blow. The boy who had promised her a shared future was the monster who wanted her best friend gone. But her astonishment was quickly eclipsed by a wave of pure, undiluted outrage. She looked past Tom, her eyes locking onto the small, quivering figure of Ginny Weasley—the girl who had been manipulated, damaged, and tossed like a mouse in Tom’s theater of brutality. Then, she looked at the frame, where she saw the detailed trace of her brother Draco Malfoy’s gutless handiwork. She remembered the smirk he’d worn in the common room, the way he’d brushed past Ginny that day in Flourish and Blotts. "Draco," she spat, her knuckles white as she grabbed her wand. She didn't look at Tom; she looked at the diary, at the heart of the darkness. She recognized then that her life was no longer a cell of her parents' making. It was a battleground. She didn't care about the marriage arrangement or the ancient heritage. As she stood beside Harry—her brother in spirit, her ally in war—she knew that if this was who she was promised to, she would spend every breath she had left ensuring that their wedding night would be the day she brought his world crashing down. The diary was a weapon, and for the first time, Lucille felt truly strong. She wasn't just a bride-to-be; she was the architect of his end.

3rd Year

The heavy iron gates of Hogwarts swung open with a familiar, welcoming groan, marking the beginning of Lucille’s third year. The air in the Great Hall felt electric, buzzing with the chatter of returning students and the nervous excitement of first-years. For Lucille, the castle no longer felt like a twisted puzzle; it felt like home.

As the term settled into a rhythm, Lucille found herself thriving in the sunlight-drenched greenhouses and the airy atmosphere of the Charms classroom. Under Professor Flitwick’s encouraging tutelage, her wand movements became fluid and precise, earning her consistent praise for Gilderoy Lockhart's mastery of spells. Meanwhile, in Herbology, she discovered a surprising affinity for the temperamental nature of magical flora. She had a gentle touch that even the most aggressive Mandrakes seemed to respect, and she often left Professor Sprout’s lessons with soil under her fingernails and a genuine smile on her face.

However, the real test of the term came on a Tuesday afternoon, under the watchful, weary eyes of the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Remus Lupin. The classroom had been cleared of desks, and a rickety wardrobe stood in the center, shivering violently. The air hung thick with anticipation. When it was finally Lucille’s turn, the wardrobe door swung wide, and the space before her rippled like water. The creature didn't take the shape of a spider or a ghoul. Instead, the Boggart shimmered and solidified into the image of her father. He stood tall, his arms crossed, his brow furrowed in that familiar, cutting expression of dissatisfaction she had stressed since she first accepted her approval letter.

"You are wasting your potential, Lucille," the Boggart-Father said, his voice echoing with a cold, distinct sharpness that made her heart stutter. "Magic is a distraction. A foolish path. You are throwing away your future on parlor jokes and weeds." The class went deadly silent. Lucille felt the familiar sting of insecurity, the crushing weight of wanting to be proud of herself while fearing his judgment. But as she stood there, clutching her wand, she looked at the Boggart’s feet. They were wearing her father’s signature polished oxfords—but sticking out from the hem of his trousers were bright, ridiculous, neon-pink fuzzy socks.

Lucille’s grip on her wand tightened, and a sudden, sharp clarity washed over her. She realized that the version of her father in front of her was just a projection of her own distrust, not his actual voice."Riddikulus!" she shouted, her voice ringing out clearly. With a sound like a wet sponge hitting a floor, the stern figure vanished, replaced instantly by a colossal, oversized bunny rabbit with ears that dragged on the flagstones. It hopped once, let out a tiny, high-pitched squeak, and began to frantically chew on a giant, spectral carrot. A roar of laughter erupted from her classmates. Even Professor Lupin showed a small, respectful smile. Lucille lowered her wand, her shoulders finally dropping from her ears. The anxiety hadn't paralyzed her; she had stared it down, turned it into something peaceful and benign, and realized that her path—her magic, her charms, and her plants—was hers alone to define. As she walked back to join her friends, the bunny-Boggart thumping happily behind the safety of the wardrobe, Lucille knew this year was going to be different. She wasn't just learning magic anymore; she was learning exactly who she was meant to be.

4th Year

The air in the Hogwarts grounds felt dense, vibrating with the static electricity of a thousand expectant students. Lucille stood on her tiptoes, her fingers white-knuckled as she gripped the wooden railing of the viewing stands. When Harry’s name had been spat from the blue flames of the Goblet, a cold, jagged knot of dread had settled in her chest, never to leave. She had spent months researching counter-curses, slipping sandwiches into his bag, and watching him with a vigilance that bordered on obsession.

When the final task began, the silence of the arena was agonizing. Lucille couldn't sit; she paced the narrow aisle, her robes swirling around her ankles, praying for a flash of red sparks that signaled return, yet fearing what carnage they might herald. Then, the pop of Apparition shook the air. Harry was there, crumpled and gasping, his hand still locked onto the Triwizard Cup. The crowd erupted into a chaotic symphony of triumph—clapping, shouting, and whistles that pierced the humid night air. Lucille joined in, a reflex of relief surging through her, until the laughter died.

The sound that followed was not a celebration. It was a visceral, guttural shriek from Fleur Delacour, followed immediately by the soul-shattering wail of Amos Diggory. The golden light of the torches caught the pale, unmoving face of Cedric Diggory. Lucille stopped cheering. The color drained from her world, leaving everything in stark, tragic monochrome. The sorrow hit her like a physical blow, a suffocating wave that pulled the breath from her lungs. This wasn't a game. The darkness she had sensed shadowing Harry all year had finally bared its teeth.

The Great Hall became a tomb of hushed whispers and weeping. As Dumbledore stood to speak, his face etched with a gravity that terrified her, Lucille felt a sharp, icy sting against her skin—the mark of a summons. Her father’s signet ring, worn on her pinky, pulsed with an unnatural heat. Before a single word of eulogy could be spoken, the shadows behind a tapestry seemed to reach out, folding around her. With a silent, sickening lurch of displacement, she was ripped from the hall.

She landed on the cold, polished obsidian floor of a manor she had only ever seen in her most fevered nightmares. Her father stood by the fireplace, his face a mask of subservient terror. He didn't look at her, only pointed toward the shadows of the dais. "It is time, Lucille," her father whispered, his voice trembling. "The Dark Lord has called for the union." Lucille’s heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird. She watched as a figure detached itself from the gloom—the man whose name was whispered in fear, the man who had orchestrated the death of the boy she had just seen lying cold on the grass. Lord Voldemort stepped into the pale moonlight filtering through the high windows. He possessed no trace of humanity, his features serpentine and cruel, his eyes burning with a cold, red intensity that promised nothing but destruction. "My bride," he hissed, the sound like dry leaves skittering over stone.

The revelation shattered her. The engagement she had been told was a "political necessity for the family’s survival" was not to a wizard of status, but to the monster who sought to burn their world to the ground. She was his leverage, his trophy, and the final piece of a dark design. As he reached out a pale, long-fingered hand, Lucille realized with horrific clarity that her worry for Harry had been the least of her problems. She was no longer a student of Hogwarts; she was the prisoner of the man who had just claimed Cedric Diggory’s life.

5th Year

The night the candles in the Room of Requirement flickered out, Lucille slipped her cloak tighter around her shoulders and slipped through a hidden panel that led to a narrow stairwell. She had learned the exact cadence of the stone’s sigh, the way the ancient mortar sang when a foot pressed just so. By the time she reached the chamber, the ghosts of the other students were already murmuring, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of wand tips. “Nice of you to join us, Lucille,” whispered Harry, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He was the one who had first whispered the name of the hidden refuge into the ear of the school’s most unlikely ally—a Slytherin named Pansy—who had, in turn, forged the passage that led them here. It was a rebellion hidden in plain sight; a sanctuary for those who refused to wait for the Ministry’s clumsy decrees.

Lucille had never imagined herself a part of Dumbledore’s Army. She was the youngest of the Malfoys, raised on the cold marble of Malfoy Manor and the soft but unyielding voice of a mother who believed ambition was the only virtue worth cultivating. Yet something inside her—a whisper of defiance, a yearning for a purpose beyond polished silverware—had drawn her toward the clandestine meetings. She sat at the back of the room, her eyes flicking between Harry’s confident gestures and Hermione’s meticulous notes, committing each incantation to memory. In the weeks that followed, she practiced with a fervor that frightened even herself. The corridors of Hogwarts turned into her private training grounds; the statues in the courtyard, silent witnesses to her whispered “Expelliarmus!” and “Stupefy!” She would stay up late, alone in the silent Slytherin common room, tracing the glyphs of defensive charms with a trembling quill, feeling the tremor of her own heart each time she managed to block a jinx. The more she practiced, the more she felt a strange, unfamiliar warmth spreading through her chest—an ember of something she could not yet name. It was Christmas, and the air in the Department of Mysteries was cold enough to turn breath into frost. Yet the hidden headquarters—an abandoned classroom near the kitchens, draped in evergreen garlands and mismatched mugs of hot butterbeer—buzzed with a strange, almost reckless kind of joy. Lucille, who had spent years dreaming of a grand wedding as a perfect symbol of her family’s ascent, found herself instead sitting cross‑legged on a threadbare rug, surrounded by friends who were more daring than anyone she ever knew. “I don’t think I’ll be going home,” she confessed to Hermione over a shared plate of gingerbread. “Mum…Father… they’ll expect me to be the perfect Malfoy. I can’t—”

“It’s okay to be scared,” Hermione said, her eyes soft behind her spectacles. “But you’ve already proved you’re not the girl they wanted you to be. You’ve proved you can choose. That’s what matters.”

The next morning, after the last snowflakes melted on the stone arches, the DA gathered to practice the Patronus charm. The spell was the most personal of all—an illumination of the caster’s happiest memory, a beacon against the darkness. Lucille’s hand trembled as she lifted her wand, the words feeling foreign on her tongue. “It’s not about the words,” Ron warned, wincing at his own failing attempt no less. “It’s about the feeling.” Lucille closed her eyes and tried to conjure a memory she could hold onto. She remembered the first time she’d learned to ride a broom, the thrill of the wind against the moonlit sky, the distant laughter of her father’s voice cheering her on. It was a memory tinged with approval, but not warmth—approval without love. She tried again, but the silver light that should have blossomed remained stubbornly hidden behind a veil of doubt.

She spent the next two days holed up in the library, reading from the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbooks and pressing the thin, pale pages into her palm. She imagined herself back at the Manor, but not as a dutiful daughter—neither there, a small girl dancing barefoot in the garden, laughing at a beetle that she called “Sir Chompsalot.” The memory felt foolish, yet it was undeniably hers. She fell asleep to it, and when she awoke, the image was clearer, brighter. The third night, she stood in the dimly lit corridor, wand at the ready. “Expecto Patronum!” she whispered. At first, nothing happened. Then, a faint, silvery glow pulsed at the tip of her wand, swelling and shaping itself into the outline of a dove. It rose, its wings brushing the stone walls before soaring into the thin air, its feathers unfurling like the first snow of winter.

A gasp rippled through the group. Lucille’s heart leapt—she had done it. She felt a tenderness, a sense of soaring beyond the walls of expectant lineage. But the moment shattered, as if a cold hand had slammed the window shut. The corridors of the seventh floor echoed with the sharp, crisp click of heels. “Miss Malfoy,” a voice purred, dripping with false politeness. “Do come with me. Professor Umbridge would like a word.” The crowd dispersed as a Slytherin student gripped Lucille’s arm and dragged her through the serpentine passageways. She tried to shout; Hermione’s hand came out of the gloom and pulled her hand, but the grip was too strong. Lucille's eyes met Harry’s for an instant, a silent promise flashing between them.

Umbridge’s office was a room of pink walls, stiflingly proper, with a roaring fireplace that seemed meant only for the warmth of control. Lucille was shoved into a high‑backed chair and stared at the portrait of a smiling, long‑bearded man—Albus—who barely seemed to watch her. “You’re a dangerous influence on the students,” Umbridge said, her voice syrupy and condescending. “But I think this can be a learning experience for you.” Textbooks, butter‑chairs, and an array of punishments were described, but Lucille only heard the clicks of her own blood through her ears. She stared at the pale light of the candle on the desk, her mind drifting back to the silver dove soaring free.

Weeks later, their secret mission took them beyond the familiar stone walls of Hogwarts. Harry’s eyes were set on the Department of Mysteries, the place where the prophecy pulsed like a trapped thunderstorm. “We have to get it,” he said, his jaw clenched tightly. “Sirius is out there somewhere, and if the prophecy falls into the wrong hands—”

“The right hands?” whispered Luna, her voice dreamy. “The Dark Lord’s,” Harry growled. Lucille felt the familiar tremor in her hand, but this time it was not from fear—it was anticipation. She slipped past the whispering statues, her wand hidden beneath the folds of her dark cloak, her heart an echo of the dove’s soft wings as she followed the motley crew—Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny, and Luna—into the hollow darkness of the Department of Mysteries. The silence there was thick, almost palpable—a weight that pressed on their thoughts and strained their breath.

A ripple of light crackled, and the room’s ceiling vanished, revealing a sky of infinite stars. A flicker of bright scarlet glinted near a column, and then the doors burst open. Lucille’s breath caught as her father—Lucius Malfoy, tall, austere, his white hair a stark contrast against the darkness—strode in with a sneer, followed by the wild, wild eyes of his sister, Bellatrix Lestrange, whose cruel smile was a blade. “You,” Lucille hissed, the word losing its edge through tears. “Father. Aunt.” Lucius’s gaze was cold, as if a thousand warnings had been cupped in his stare. “Lucille,” he said, his voice low, “this… this is why you cannot run away any longer. The Dark Lord does not forget, and he does not forgive.” Fear tangled with resolve; she stood like a statue, wand braced as the Death Eaters swarmed, occupiers of darkness spilling from the shadows. Voldemort’s minions moved with wicked precision. Bellatrix’s cackling laughter rang like ice breaking. A burly Death Eater lunged at Hermione, another at Ron, and within a heartbeat, a hand—blackened, scarred—clamped around Lucille’s wrist. The world narrowed to the grip, and through the sudden flash of unfiltered adrenaline, she realized that if Harry gave in, if the prophecy fell into the Dark Lord’s mouth, none would survive. “Give me the prophecy, Potter,” hissed the Death Eater, eyes glinting with a cruel streak. “Or watch your friends die.” Harry’s breath hitched. He stared at the translucent glass sphere, their wayward hope hovering just beyond reach. The duel of wills flared like a storm in his eyes. Around them, the Order arrived: Kingsley Shacklebolt burst through a wall of stone, his wand blazing; Remus Lupin struck through the chaos with deft, crisp motions, and a growing border of Gryffindors swarmed in. In that split second, the room erupted in a tumult of spells and clatter. The prophecy shattered against the floor; the shards spun like glittering confetti. As the battle roared, Bellatrix summoned a flash of green fire—a curse so ancient it seemed to split the air itself. It struck Sirius Black, whose laughter fell from his throat, and his body convulsed before crumbling into ash. The sudden, brutal loss quenched the fire of hope that still flickered for the rebellion.

Harry fell to his knees, his face crumpling in his head: the laughing green-eyed goof who had once been his best friend, the fierce yet gentle Luna, the stubbornly brave Ginny—all flashing before his mind like a dizzy carousel. Lucille clutched his wrist, tears and blood mixing, the pain unbearable. “You’re alive,” she whispered. “We’ll mourn him together.” The battle finally subsided. The Death Eaters retreated, licking their wounds, their arrogance crushed. The Department of Mysteries lay in disarray—books torn, marble cracked, a lingering sense of emptiness that could not be filled. Lucille stared at the shattered fragments of the prophecy; she could feel the angry whisper of her father’s breath close to her ear. “Lucille,” Lucius said, his voice a low rumble. “You must understand. The Dark Lord will kill them—if we do not act in his name. You have a choice.” He slid a rolled parchment across a table—a thin sheet of parchment cracked with the Dark Lord’s sigil—a warning that weighed like a stone in Lucille’s gut. “Tell them, Lucille,” he urged, eyes glinting with an unfathomable darkness. “Tell them you’re no longer their friend. Or you’ll lose them all. The choice is yours, but the consequence is mortal.”

Lucille’s heart pounded in the hollow chamber of her chest. She thought of the silver dove, of the warm breath that had filled her lungs during that first Patronus, of the rustling leaves she had once seen as a child, of the laughter of friends who felt as real as any sunrise. She clapped her hands over her ears; a rush of memory flooded her. She remembered the morning in the greenhouse, when Luna had taught her the names of the moonflowers, how the air smelled like fresh rain after the pheasant’s feathers fell from the sky. She recalled stealing a moment with Hermione—a simple smile over shared chocolate frogs—and the gentle reassurance that kindness can break the hardest of spells. In the hidden glow of the Room of Requirement, she’d felt, for a heartbeat, the sense of belonging for the first time. She turned to the band of rebels around her and faced her father with a steel glint in her eyes. “Father,” she said, voice steady, “if the Dark Lord expects you to make me betray them, then I will—” She raised her wand, focusing on the memory of the dove—soft as moonlight, bright as sunrise, unshackling. It surged forward in a flash of silvery light, unraveling the dark threads that bound her. “No,” she whispered, “I will not be an instrument. To those who stand with me, I am still Lucille.”

The sentiment spread through the group like a ripple across a lake. Harry rose, his eyes brimming with fresh determination, clutching his broken wand. He clasped Lucille’s hand. “We’ll find a way,” he said. “Even if the Professor’s warning holds weight. We have each other. That is more powerful than any darkness.” In that moment, the silver dove emerged once again, not from the tip of a wand but from an unspoken promise that would hover above them all—a promise that even the darkest lineage could be challenged by love, courage, and defiance. And though the path ahead would be strewn with peril, Lucille now knew the shape of each step: one that turned away from death’s predatory whisper, towards the light that had taken root inside her heart. The night settled around the hidden headquarters, but inside, the tiny candle on the table flickered brighter, casting a golden glow over a group bound not by blood or title, but by the fierce, unalloyed resolve to fight—for each other, for those lost, and for the possibility that, perhaps, even a Malfoy could become a guardian of the light.

6th Year

The velvet curtains of the Malfoy Manor illustration room felt like heavy, suffocating blankets. For a month, Lucille had been a prisoner of her own home—the unintended bride of Lord Voldemort. She had spent these weeks in a fog of gilded isolation, her parents keeping her tucked away under the cover of "safeness." But the walls, once quiet, had begun to whisper. She had discovered the books—illegal, jagged-edged texts left hurriedly in the library—that told of soul-splitting and the dark hosts known as Horcruxes. And then, there was the news about Amelia Bones. The Head of Magical Law Enforcement is dead. Killed by a hand that Lucille now knew, with a sick, twisting trust, belonged to the man who shared her marriage mattress. 

The next morning, the Daily Prophet came. The headline thrashed Lucille like a physical smash, stealing the air from her lungs. DUMBLEDORE DEAD.

She fell to her knees on the cold marble floor. The paper talked of a war that had taken place a month ago, the funeral already a soft memory etched into the history of a world she had been barred from. Dumbledore—the only man who had ever looked at her with compassion—was gone. And as she stared at the ink-stained photograph of the fallen Headmaster, the pieces connected into place with terrifying precision. The timeline matched. The cruelty of the act bore his signature. He had killed him. Her spouse was a killer of legends, a terror who scavenged souls to feed his own hollow existence. "I won't be another Horcrux you obscure away," she whispered to the empty room, her voice trembling but persistent. That night, the manor was draped in the heavy, restless silence of the Dark Lord’s servants. Lucille didn't pack a trunk; she took nothing but the small, silver locket her mother had given her and a sturdy cape. She waited until the clock struck three, the moment when the wards flickered during the nightly rotation of the Death Eaters’ patrol. She sneaked through the servants' corridors, her heart beating against her ribs like a trapped bird. Every shadow looked like a serpent; every creak of the floorboards sounded like an indictment. She reached the perimeter of the garden, where the air grew thin—the edge of the protective barrier. She felt the familiar prickle of magic against her skin, the crushing weight of Narcissa’s "protection" trying to pull her back. She closed her eyes, thinking of the halls of Hogwarts, the smell of parchment, and the friends she had abandoned. With a guttural cry, she pushed forward, breaking through the barrier with a force that sent a ripple of violet light cascading through the garden. The wards shrieked, an alarm echoing into the night sky, but it was too late. Lucille tumbled into the dew-soaked grass beyond the gates. She didn't look back at the looming, dark silhouette of the manor. She flew into the woods, the harsh wind whipping her hair, finally unburdened of the gilded enclosure—but knowing, with chilling clearness, that she was now a mark in a war she had only just begun to comprehend.

Escape from Malfoy Manor and run to the Burrow.

Harry Potter: "How did you run from Malfoy's, Lucille?"

Lucille Malfoy: "With Apparition, what else!"

— Harry to Lucille about fleeing the Manor.

The air at The Burrow was dense with the smell of Mrs. Weasley’s cookery and the anxious expectation of Harry’s seventeenth birthday, but everything went the moment the back gate creaked open. There stood Lucille, her robes torn, her face pale, and her eyes hollow. When the astonishment of her arrival wore off, she told them. The words felt like lead slipping into a well: she was wedded to him. To Voldemort.

But their mourning was shortened unexpectedly by the sudden, threatening presence of Rufus Scrimgeour. The Minister for Magic looked like a man who had already lost his war. He reached to read Dumbledore’s will. When he handed Lucille a small, leather-bound book—T. M. Riddle’s journal—a shudder ran through the room. It was a dark, cursed item, yet there was an odd, stern poem to it. It would become their greatest weapon, a legend for separating the soul of the man who declared to possess her. By the first of August, the mood at the Weasley marriage was an airy, forced entertainment. Lucille, tucked away behind a liberal dose of Polyjuice Potion, moved through the gathering as her aunt, Andromeda Black. She wore a unique gown of emerald green and silver, her hair styled into an elegant, gravity-defying sheen that felt like armor. She was lonesome, drifting near the boundaries of the dance floor, when a friendly face appeared. Neville Longbottom, looking elegant and intense, offered a nervous smile. "May I?" he asked, motioning to the melody. For the first time in months, Lucille beamed—a natural, brief light. 

As they danced, the heavy importance of her wedding and the imminent shadow of the Dark Lord felt unfamiliar, if only for a few measures of melody. Then, the world burst. A lynx Patronus erupted through the wedding roof, its voice bellowing with Kingsley Shacklebolt’s gravitas: "The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming." The marquee fell into a chaotic mess. Screams ripped through the air as the defensive charms vanished. Harry and Hermione didn't hesitate; they pounced forward, grabbing Ron and Lucille by the arms. The world twisted, the vibrant colors of the wedding tent spreading into a blur, and with a sickening pop of expelled air, they vanished, leaving the protection of The Burrow behind for the cold, gray reality of Tottenham Court Road.

War of Hogwarts

"We're in this together until the very end...

We'll fight for a more promising fate, and we'll make sure it's worth it."

                                                                                                                                               — Lucille to Dumbledore's Army

The trio uncovers that Lucille was pushed to wed the Dark Lord, and Harry swore to her that he would pay for that. Voldemort takes over Malfoy Manor and gives his Death Eaters to search for his wife; nevertheless, the Death Eaters fail to find his wife, and Voldemort takes the search into his own hands. When Voldemort and his army approached with a seemingly lifeless Harry, Lucille was voiceless and heartbroken.

After Hogwarts (1998 - 2020)

At some point, Lucille forms a connection with Neville Longbottom, another pure-blood wizard, and he asks her to move in with him. Lucille agreed and moved out of her childhood home 2 months later.

Years later, Neville asked her to marry him, and Lucille happily accepted his proposal. 

Physical description

Lucille has long, flowing blonde hair and striking brown eyes. She has a fair complexion and a gentle smile that radiates warmth and kindness.

In terms of fashion, Lucille's style perfectly reflects her practical and down-to-earth nature. She opts for comfortable clothing that allows her freedom of movement, never compromising on functionality. Lucille always manages to add a touch of elegance to her outfits, whether it's a dainty silver necklace or a pair of intricately designed earrings.

After her marriage to Voldemort, her appearance changed to mostly black dresses, which were chosen by her parents, but mostly by her new husband. However, when Voldemort was killed, her appearance changed back to normal again.

Personality and traits

Lucille is known for her kind and compassionate nature, which does not belong to Slytherin's traits. She values empathy and always goes out of her way to make others feel accepted and supported. She believes in the power of acts of kindness and is often seen lending a helping hand to those in need. Lucille has a strong sense of justice and fairness, and she stands up for what she believes in, even if it means going against popular opinion.

Despite being raised in a family known for its pure-blood beliefs, Lucille has always had a more open-minded and inclusive perspective. She believes in the importance of equality and treating everyone with respect, regardless of their blood status or background. Lucille strongly disagrees with her family's views on blood purity and strives to challenge those beliefs whenever possible.

She is not afraid to stand up for what is right, even when faced with adversity or danger. Lucille is fiercely loyal to her friends and will do anything to protect them. Despite her kindness and compassion, Lucille can be quite headstrong and independent. She has a strong sense of self and doesn't easily sway to peer pressure or conform to societal expectations.

Like her maternal aunt, Andromeda Black, Lucille was a woman dedicated to her family and friends. Thus, in many ways, Lucille's personality contradicted the "evil Slytherin" stereotype held by many students of the other Houses. Instead, she appeared to embody the Slytherin principle of fraternity. This was seen by her standing by her friends, family, and allies.

Magical mastery and talents

• Love: She sincerely cared about her twin brother and both her parents. Despite being introduced to a household that was an old line of pure-blood wizards and having an importance for pure-blood supremacy. Lucille incredibly turned out to be capable of very powerful love; for example, her devotion to her friends caused her to stand up to her spouse, Voldemort, in the Battle of Hogwarts. Lucille's capability to love has also guarded and supported her through several experiences.

• Magical aptitude: At Hogwarts, Lucille was usually the first to master any hex and could use magic beyond her academic level, like her nearest friend, Hermione Granger.

• Charms: Lucille was extremely talented with charm work, and some of her most amazing magical feats were charms. She utilized the Obliviate spell on Pansy because she wanted her to forget she had used the Cruciatus Curse on her, and perhaps because she wanted Pansy to be incapable of telling anyone about these circumstances.

• Transfiguration: Lucille was extremely gifted in transfiguration. 

• Flying: Although Lucille was not quite convinced of flying a broomstick, she was at least a good flyer, as she was capable of flying one successfully.

• Defense Against the Dark Arts: Lucille was experienced in this subject, as she was able to gain an 'Exceeds Expectations' in her O.W.L.

• Dark Arts: Lucille was known for her capability to perform dark charms because of her family's predilection for dark magic, and she could perform them very well. Once, Lucille threw the Cruciatus Curse on Pansy, utilizing "pure anger," after she dubbed her "spawn".

• Potions: Lucille was extraordinarily gifted in the field of potion-making. She was able to recognize potions and their effects quickly after having only read about them.

• Healing magic: Lucille had unique skills and knowledge of healing magic.

• Dueling: Lucille showed her outstanding abilities in martial magic on multiple occasions, showing excellent dueling skills for her age. She had quick reflexes when it came to wand work.

• Wandless and nonverbal magic: Lucille became highly skilled at nonverbal magic. She was known to have rehearsed wandless magic in Malfoy Mansion and Hogwarts.

• Apparition: Lucille was very adept and powerful enough to apparate totally silently.

• Occlumency and Legilimency: Lucille was exceptionally adept and endowed in the use of both Occlumency and Legilimency, being able to actually shield her mind and infiltrate the minds of others.

Possessions

• Wand: Lucille's wand was 9 1/2 long, made of Applewood, and had a Unicorn hair core. The wand was manufactured by Garrick Ollivander. 

• Slytherin ring: Like her twin brother, she also possessed an heirloom ring embossed with a serpent.

• Green and Silver hybrid Dress: Lucille wore a green and silver combination dress while attending the Yule Ball with Theodore Nott in 1994.

• Prefect badge: Like her brother, Lucille possessed a Slytherin Prefect badge, which she accumulated after becoming a Prefect in 1995.

• Head Girl badge: Before her brother, who did not become Head Boy, Lucille was nominated Head Girl in the seventh year. When her parents heard this, they were very proud of her.

Pets

• Dog: On her 12th birthday, both her parents presented her with a dog. Lucille named him "Nev" after her most intimate friend, Neville Longbottom.

• Rabbit: She possessed a rabbit at some point in the year. She named her Daisy. 
  

• Cat: Lucille purchased a cat momentarily before the pet community had one by Rubeus Hagrid. She named him "Blue".

• Snake: After her union with the dark lord, Voldemort presented her with a viper as a marriage present. Together, they named him "Naga" because Voldemort's pet name was Nagini, which could be a matching name to hers.

Relationships

Family

Siblings:

Draco Malfoy

Draco Malfoy: "Hanging out with Potter and his friends again. You really want to get in jeopardy?"

Lucille: "You're the one who caused more problems, Draco. By picking the bad side!"

                                                                                                                                    — Lucille and her brother, Draco, discuss

Draco and Lucille's relationship has always been close because they are twins and were born in the same year.

After the war, Draco kept in contact with her little sister and often saw her. He was his sister's niece's favored uncle.

Parents:

Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy

Her mother was just as thoughtful as she was; however, her father was meaner but adored Lucille, her daughter, very much. Lucius disputed her union to Voldemort, but was pushed by Voldemort himself. When Voldemort was eliminated, the Malfoys got their independence back. Lucille moved out 2 months later, which Lucius was against because of her relationship with Longbottom, but he finally settled.

Other family members:

Bellatrix Black-Lestrange

Bellatrix is Lucius's maternal aunt.

Their relationship was difficult because Bella was obsessed with the Dark Lord and desired him for herself only, but when she learned that he wanted to marry her niece, she was enraged.

Andromeda Black-Tonks (closest aunt-niece bond)

Andromeda is Lucille's second aunt.

Even though her aunt was disowned by her family, Lucille kept it a secret, but most of the time they encountered each other at the Order of the Phoenix.

They had a very close aunt-niece connection. Andromeda was enraged when she learned her niece was pushed to wed the most influential dark wizard, Lord Voldemort himself.

Outside family

Romantic:

Lord Voldemort (arch-antagonist/late spouse)

Lord Voldemort: "You will learn to love me, Lucille."

Lucille: "You don't even know what love is... something you never had or known!"

                                                                                                                  — Lucille to Lord Voldemort in the Battle of Hogwarts.

Lucille's romantic life was not without its difficulties. In her fourth year, she was pushed to wed the Dark Lord himself for the sake of her lineage, and she was enraged with her family. During this time, her impression changed to elegant ebony dresses instead of wearing regular clothes, which she adored.

She loathes the Dark Lord; however, Voldemort was convinced that she was growing into affection, and he was confident that Lucille would grow to love him even more. In the fifth year, Lucille united Dumbledore's Army to combat the Death Eaters. However, it was discovered that when Voldemort found out, he was infuriated, but he never did anything agonizing to Lucille; rather, he took out his outrage on Lucille's dad.

After the Battle of Hogwarts, Voldemort's hex reversed on him when he duelled with Harry, and Voldemort died. Lucille's wedding to him ended, and she was finally unburdened from him.

Neville bybottom (closest friend/spouse)

At some point in the year, Lucille began dating Neville Longbottom after her union with Voldemort ended with his death; however, they ultimately wed months later and had a daughter named Alice, after Neville's mom.

Theodore Nott (ex-boyfriend)

Theodore was her one-time Yule Ball date. He was also her short-term boyfriend until she was pushed to wed Voldemort.

Friends:

Harry Potter

Harry Potter: "Thank you for believing me, Lucille."

Lucille: "That's what friends are for."

                                                                                                               — Lucille and Harry in Goblet of Fire.

Harry was Lucille's closest and best friend throughout their time at Hogwarts and beyond.

 

In their second year, Lucille confidently defended Harry against the baseless claim that he was the Heir of Slytherin. In their fourth year, when Harry’s name was mysteriously entered into the Goblet of Fire, she stood firm, telling Ron that a true friend believes in their friend, effectively silencing his doubts.

 

When Voldemort and his army presented a seemingly lifeless Harry, Lucille erupted in horror and denial. Even when her parents pressured her to join Voldemort, she resolutely refused, unlike her brother. Lucille made her own choice and stood by Harry.

Ron Weasley

"Just because I'm a Malfoy doesn't mean I can't be trusted."

— Lucille to Ronald Weasley.

Ron didn't like her because she was a Malfoy; nevertheless, over time, Ron realized she was different from her family.

Hermione Granger

Lucille: "Sometimes I don't understand my family. Why do they loathe Muggles so much?"

Hermione Granger: "I don't want to talk about something nasty about your family, but ... "

Lucille: "But what? Please, Hermione. Tell me the facts!"

Hermione Granger: "Okay. For me, they are hateful people who think only of themselves and are pure-blood supremacists! No adequate reason for your lineage, but they are your family still, Lucille, and you can't choose where you're born, but you can choose a side!"

— Lucille and Hermione speak about Lucille's lineage

Hermione was Lucille's best friend and closest one during their Hogwarts years.

Enemies:

Pansy Parkinson (arch-opponent/former roommate)

Pansy Parkinson: "You should be satisfied to be the Dark Lord's wife; not many can have that opportunity!"

Lucille: "Maybe you should have wedded him yourself then."

— Pansy and Lucille converse about the Dark Lord.

Pansy was Lucille's rival. 

They did get along once in Year 1, but when Lucille befriended Trio, she began loathing her and reminded her which side she was really on.

In the fifth year, Lucille was incensed when Pansy called that she was a spawn and herded her about her and Trio's goals, but it made Lucille very enraged, and she used the Cruciatus Curse on her; regardless, she later erased her memory of using the Cruciatus on her.

After the war, they moved on to live separate lives; even her brother ended the relationship with her.