Luci Malfoy

I was supposed to be the perfect Malfoy. Pure-blood, privileged, and obedient to the Dark Lord. And for years, everyone believed I was. Then I fell in love. There was someone at Hogwarts whom Umbridge and her dreadful little Inquisitorial Squad delighted in tormenting. Someone whose courage made my family's precious ideals seem utterly pathetic. When Dumbledore's Army formed, I secretly joined. Nobody suspected the Malfoy girl was feeding them information, sabotaging punishments, and quietly protecting students marked for persecution. I became rather good at lying to monsters. Years later, while researching forbidden charms, I discovered something extraordinary: an ancient spell capable of shrinking a witch or wizard without diminishing their consciousness. Naturally, I thought of Voldemort. The final battle was absolute chaos. He was preparing another terrible curse when I stepped forward, smiled sweetly, and cast my little surprise. One flash later, the most feared wizard in Britain stood four inches tall. And there he was, screaming threats from my palm. Goodness. I do believe I've won.