Fourteen years later and the newly minted Pansy Parkinson felt she should get a pat on the back. Even changing her sorting, the plot was pretty spot on from what she could remember. She was a bit of a Potterhead in her past life and being reborn into the wizarding world was a dream come true. While she may be a minor character and have grossly neglectful parents, she had magic. That along with a family rich enough to educate an adult stuck in a child's body, the world was her oyster, practically.

Her father-Uncle, Perseus, was a bit of a bastard and she could count the times she had ever spoken to him on one hand. Oh, that's right, her father married his great niece after his sister-wife and all her siblings from that marriage died. Her mother, Poppy the poor thing, spent most of her life in bed after over a decade of constant pregnancies. Only she and Primrose had survived so far and Perseus had been looking at her with an odd gleam she did not like. If he was even thinking of putting her mother out to pasture like his last wife and marrying her, he would learn a whole new world of pain.

Being a pureblood was a fucking cheat in the world of magic. There were so many asinine laws that would protect pure witches and wizards from facing any kind of consequences. It was why they just threw Sirius' ass in prison rather than letting him have a trial. There was no rule against betraying your friends and as a Black, killing muggles and a half blood Gryffindor was practically expected of him. For Pansy, her choices were clear. Her darling little flower, Primrose, was a squib and the only person in this new world she would burn it for. If Percy kept looking like he was going to be a problem, wizards didn't know how to identify anti-freeze.

"What are they saying?" Primrose asked excitedly, pointing rather rudely at a large group of witches who were shouting in french.

Her little sister was eight years old and rarely left the castle because she had always been a sickly child. Primrose looked just like what canon Pansy should have been according to the books, just terribly thin. Pansy dodged that big nosed bullet and looked a bit like her past self with the best Parkinson features. Her new face was familiar but the knowledge from her first life continued to fade. It was a depressing thought that a four year old could spend months held up in the library filling journals with random facts in pig latin and no one even noticed.

The journals led to her making her very own Grimoire, which was apparently not a thing in the wizarding world. There were spell books but nothing like she thought old families would have. So, she was currently making her own, adding all the interesting things she learned. It was bound to her which made it convenient for summoning it directly to hands. That was the latest enchantment she had figured out before the school year ended. With barely a thought a silver leather book was in her hands, it was rather plain but she liked it. It only took her a few moments to flick through the pages to find what she wanted.

"French, here." Pansy took off one of her rings and waved her wand over it, muttering a long incantation for general translation. It would be helpful for the next year at Hogwarts since she didn't know Bulgarian, only French, Greek, Latin, Japanese, and Spanish. She was a slacker American in her first life but not here where bending the laws of physics was at her fingertips. With a flick of her wrist the book was back in her room, safely behind wards.

"Thanks, Pans!" Primrose looked like she had been given the crown jewels rather than one of the many rings her sister wore. Pansy liked the medieval gypsy vibe she cultivated outside of the gracious pureblood lady persona she cemented at school. Flowy, layered dresses and lots of jewelry, it wasn't like the vaults weren't overflowing with enchanted gems for her to play with. "Wow!"

"Nifty, right?" Pansy couldn't help but smile at her sister edging closer to the group, amazed that she could understand them.

"Parkinson!" A vaguely familiar voice called out, she turned to see Draco Malfoy swaggering towards her, his parents walking beside him. They looked stiff and uncomfortable like they were in a barn surrounded by smelly animals, if the looks on their faces were anything to go by.

Pansy smiled politely, keeping a grip on her little sister while the Malfoys walked towards them. She had been sorted into Ravenclaw and promptly ignored her father's orders to attach herself to a wealthy wizard who would fill the Parkinson vault with galleons. Though she was smart enough not to be caught being friends with muggleborns, she had cultivated a certain image. The almost fourth year had set up a study club with members from all houses with solid friendships with girls like Millie Bolstrode, Susan Bones, Padma Patil, and Sally Smith. All pureblood and across all four houses, her father couldn't say shit.

"Lord Malfoy, Lady Malfoy, Heir Malfoy." She greeted them politely, thanking every deity it wasn't a more formal setting which she would need to curtsy. Primrose practically vibrated with excitement, the world cup would be the first big outing of her life. "Merry meet. This is my little sister, Primrose."

"Merry meet." Primrose, bless her curtsied with all the grace her little eight year old body had.

"Merry meet." Narcissa smiled indulgently at the child who was looking at her a little starstruck. Lady Malfoy was the epitome of everything they grew up learning a pureblood lady should be, not to mention she was a Black. That whole family was a whole other level of crazy.

"Draco." Lucius hissed, barely heard over the air being knocked out of son's chest when he jabbed him with his cane.

"Heiress Parkinson." Draco stepped forward to grasp her dainty hand into his, he bowed and placed a quick chaste kiss on the top of her hand. She struggled not to roll her eyes, the git was annoying.

"I've seen you made the number one spot once again and with all the electives as well." Lucius smirked, his eyes sliding to his son pointedly when he stepped back.

Did she take advantage of her book knowledge and get a time turner for third year? Absolutely! Did she really need it since Hogwarts organization was made by stupid wizards with a four hour school day? No. However, adding all those hours for fun experiments without aging and messing with the very fabric of time? Hell yes, she was absolutely going to request to take all subjects. There was no way Flitwick was going to let McGonagall's cub win top witch, his goblin traits were made obvious during any kind of competition.

"It is always wonderful to see bright young witches showing wizards how it's done." Narcissa said playfully with a little wink at her, making Pansy blush furiously. The whole family was unfairly pretty, even their pointy git of a son. "It's such a shame you weren't sorted into Slytherin, it is traditionally where your family calls home."

"Green clashes with my complexion." She simpered, making sure to smile wide enough that her dimples showed. The Malfoys all laughed quietly, Draco a little too hard. How could she possibly escape the drama if she was in the house hated by three quarters of the population?

From there it was polite small talk which had her little sister shuffling her feet impatiently. The usual topics were touched, her parents, the next school year, if Primrose was excited for her letter. The last one made her still momentarily while her sister gushed about going to Ravenclaw just like her big sister even though green was her favorite color. Then Lucius was bragging about his advisory position, not even hiding his subtle digs at her father. If she were a regular fourteen year old girl, it would have gone right over her head. It didn't but her father was a monumental idiot who constantly talked about one day having a male heir and marrying her off.

Perseus really needed to die soon. There was no way she would allow him to waste the rest of their wealth on something as stupid as Lord Voldemort. Not to mention there would be no dumping her baby sister in the muggle world like her aunt. Plans, she really needed to make a more solid plan than sitting out this whole war since she was a minor character.

"-Parkinson?" Draco's voice startled her from her thoughts, she could not believe she allowed herself to get so caught up in fantasizing about killing her father.

"I'm not sure." Pansy smiled a little coyly, wondering what the fuck he was even asking her.

"Well, I'm sure you'll look gorgeous." Narcissa smiled that empty smile that she learned early in life. "However, I would suggest getting a gown soon. School starts soon and you wouldn't want to be seen in anything from one of the tailors from Hogsmeade."

"Pansy has four gowns!" Primrose said brightly, flashing those bright eyes up at her sister. "Better to have and not need then to need and not have!"

"That's right!" Pansy could not help but smile indulgently, she was such a happy child away from their tutors and governess.

"Exactly!" Narcissa looked absolutely vindicated when she shot a pointed look at her husband, much to her confusion. "See, Miss. Parkinson understands that you should always have reserves, just in case."

"I bow to your obviously superior wisdom." Lucius drawled, doing nothing to hide his exasperation. It was no doubt a topic that had come up in their marriage many times. "However, I am sad to say that we have an appointment. It was lovely speaking to you ladies. Draco."

"Would your family like to sit with us in the top box?" Draco stepped closer when his father sent him a glare. "My father was personally invited by the minister himself."

"Can we?" Prim jumped up and down, tugging on Pansy's flowing skirts in a demanding tone.

"That sounds lovely but I will have to ask our father." She smiled politely but that did little to lessen her sister's excitement.

"Oh, I'm sure Perseus won't have a problem with it." Lucius cut in with an air of nonchalance, he was a man who was used to getting what he wanted. She was just at a loss as to what he wanted with her family. "I'll let him know after the meeting."

"Oh, thank you Lord Malfoy!" Primrose smiled happily, unknowing of the headache her older sister was getting at the thought of being anywhere near canon events.

"Yes, thank you so much." Pansy tilted her head, smiling demurely and almost startled at how close Draco had gotten to her when he brushed his hand down her arm.

"See you soon, Parkinson." The pointy git had the audacity to wink at her before swaggering away behind his parents.

"I'm hungry." Primrose said loudly, interrupting her intrusive thoughts of the Malfoys and their pimp walks. Really, Lucius even had the cane!

"Nice to meet you Hungry, I'm Pansy." Her little sister's offended face made her laugh, there just wasn't enough lame dad humor in her new life.

There were many colorful stalls that sold food and souvenirs, Pansy already bought a few of their pretty swishy skirts. Primrose had gotten veela dolls that would animate to throw harmless fire at anything in its path. The Parkinson sisters wanted to see everything available and it wasn't like their father would care what they bought. However, looking down at the strange drink in her hand Pansy was a little nervous. The Bulgarian vendors had a lot of soups and a drink called Boza.

"I like it!" Primrose announced, slurping down the thick fermented nightmare. They had ended up calling in the house elves to take their loot home and help them with more purchases. Sparkle was currently holding onto her cheesy chips while Pansy stared down the drink in trepidation.

"It burns!" Pansy gasped, scraping her tongue against her teeth. It was a bit like acid pops but sweet.

"Mine!" Primrose didn't even ask, just snatched the wooden mug out of her hand happily.

"You alright there, Parkinson?" Cedric Diggory smiled at her, almost making her jump. He was a member of the study group and had even gotten Sprout to join forces with Flitwick to open a Hall so they could practice spells safely.

"I love discovering new cultures." The sour expression on her face might have told otherwise but they did make wonderful cheesy chips. She was a picky eater in her first life as well, so she soundly rejected the option of cold soup.

"Here." The pretty boy of Hufflepuff held out what looked like a green smoothie with a straw.

"Thank you!" She couldn't help but smile as the sweet drink washed away the leftover pieces of barley sticking to her tongue. "Where did you get this? It's delicious, how much do I owe you?"

"Let me try!" Again her drink was ripped from her hands, poor Sparkle was left carrying their bags, two bowls, and two mugs. However, he looked spiffy in his little butler tux. All their elves now wore little maid and butler uniforms made from old cloaks they kept in storage. It wasn't like they would ever use a musty traveling cloak from the fourteen hundreds.

"Diggory, meet my little sister Primrose." Pansy sighed, a small indulgent smile on her face when Prim looked up at her wide eyes. "Prim, this is Cedric Diggory Hufflepuff Prefect."

"You don't owe me anything." Cedric grinned, shaking her sister's hand firmly before turning back to her. "Do-"

"Is he your betrothed?" Primrose asked curiously, one of her hands gripping onto her flowy skirt.

"No, I don't have a betrothed." Pansy couldn't help but look down in confusion. "You know that."

"But he's so pretty." That startled a laugh out of Cedric who was turning red at her compliment.

"That's why they call him the Hufflepuff Pretty Boy, Prim." She chortled seeing Cedric look so flattered and embarrassed, he really was a shoe in for Headboy. It made her a little uncomfortable remembering what his fate was in the books. "Cho certainly agrees with it."

"Cho?" Cedric asked curiously, looking a bit disappointed.

"Yeah, Ravenclaw seeker?" Pansy said nonchalantly, making a grabbing motion at her sister to take back her smoothie. Primrose looked reluctant but she seemed to like the Boza well enough. "Yeah, she was very happy about your date last year."

"Ah." He huffed an embarrassed laugh, turning to look at something over her shoulder before meeting her eyes for a long, uncomfortable moment. "Somehow I always forget you're in Ravenclaw."

Cedric was kind enough to lead them back towards the Irish concession stands but their small talk quickly became awkward. The Hufflepuff kept looking at her as she was supposed to say something but she could not for the life of her understand his social cue. While they had talked in passing since she was a little firstie cajoling others into her study club, they weren't friends. The most time they had ever spent together was second year when the professors opened the Hall and watched Flitwick quarden off a large space for spell work.

Pansy had just turned around with soda bread and a new smoothie when her sister made a wounded sound. What she found sent her temper through the roof. Never meet your heroes. She had been a total fan of Hermione in her past life, the character could do no wrong in her eyes. Hermione Granger, almost fourth year Gryffindor annoyed the ever living shite out of Pansy Parkinson. It had nothing to do with blood or house rivalries and everything to do with the other girl being the most condescending, self-righteous, control freak she had ever met in either life. It wouldn't have been so bad except that Gryffindor tried to take over the Hall after her first visit.

"What exactly do you think you're doing?" Pansy snapped, quickly shoving her new purchases into Cedric's shocked hands. The illustrious golden trio all looked surprised when she stormed over to them and immediately started checking her sister over. Primrose was delicate. "Are you okay? Is there any pain?"

"I'm fine, Pans." Her poor little sister looked embarrassed, her eyes flitting from her to the trio behind them. "I was trying to listen to those ladies talking and I wasn't paying attention. I didn't mean to get in their way."

"You could never be in anyone's way, Prim." Pansy soothed her, gently smoothing back her hair from where it fell from her braids. Then she turned her eyes to the trio who were still staring at her in confusion. "Isn't that right, Gryffindors? My baby sister wasn't in anyone's way, it was just an accident."

"What?" Weasley questioned, looking rather stupid in her opinion. Granger stood off to the side looking at the Parkinson sisters like a brand new arithmancy array.

"Sorry about that...Parkinson...s." Potter finally spoke up, his bright green eyes soft, taking in the sight of Pansy curled protectively around the frail child. "We just got here and should have been watching where we were going."

"Knew you were a trooper, Miss Prim." Cedric gave the little girl his best smile while handing her her snacks, Pansy couldn't help but beam at him in gratitude. Especially since her little sister seemed to forget her embarrassment for new tastes.

Pansy took her own drink before standing up to her super impressive height of five foot four with her heeled boots on. There was an awkward silence as the Gryffindors stared at the small trio critically. In Hogwarts, it was rare to see her in anything but robes, even on Hogsmeade weekend. She attempted to keep her look polished since it wasn't difficult with magic. It was only the previous summer that she had her new elf, Strumpet, take her shopping for some new clothes in the muggle world.

"I'm sorry." Primrose broke the silence once she finished her bread and butter. Pansy unconsciously took out a hanky to clean her cheeks, completely ignoring her sister's struggles.

"Well, it was nice to see you, Gryffindors." Pansy plastered on a polite smile while putting a guiding hand on her sister's shoulder. The trio were looking at her as if she had grown another head which didn't make sense to her. She had never been rude towards anyone and was generally well known for not having strong prejudices. "However, we've got a few more souvenirs to pick up before meeting up with Father."

"But Pansy, you didn't introduce me!" Primrose looked scandalized since she had been introducing her to everyone they had run into the entire day.

"Okay." Pansy licked her lips and plastered a bright smile on her face. "Primrose, these are Heir Potter, Ronald Weasley, and Hermione Granger, fourth year Gryffindor. Gryffindors, this is my baby sister Primrose Parkinson."

"Merry meet!" Primrose curtsied shakily since her hands were full. Sparkly was quick to grab the used paper plate, making it vanish.

"You brought your house elf?" Granger asked, looking offended and Pansy wasn't sure why she would be. Sparkle was looking dapper and why wouldn't he get to enjoy the festivities doing what he loves most.

"Sparkly is the best elf because he's very polite." Primrose said haughtily, impersonating Narcissa Malfoy with her nose in the air.

"Thank you, young Miss Prim." Sparkle bowed his head and shouldn't that have been the biggest clue that her sister was a squib? Nan explained to her years ago that they couldn't bond effectively to squibs or muggles because they didn't have the magic for it. Pansy was quick to glance between the other teenagers but the only one who picked up on it was Cedric who was looking at her sister with pity.

"Cedric!" A group of boys were waving towards them making the hufflepuff groan, Pansy glanced at him in question but he just huffed in exasperation.

"I better get going, trust me you do not want to get stuck with them." Cedric made a grand display before her sister, kissing the back of her hand like a gentleman. Primrose turned as red as a tomato, looking up at the sixteen year old boy as if he were a real life prince charming. Then he turned to Pansy, laying a chaste kiss on her hand too, making sure to meet her eyes. "It was lovely spending time with such beautiful witches. I hope to see you in the Hall?"

"Thank you for being such a charming escort, Diggory." She couldn't help that her smile brightened just a little at the care he showed her sister. He was slow to break eye contact before he jogged over to meet his friends who were all slapping him on the back and loudly laughing.

"Can he be my betrothed?" Primrose asked curiously when the Hufflepuff led his friends back towards the rows of tents. There was a choking sound behind her but Pansy didn't pay the golden trio any mind, she was too busy holding in a laugh at her sister's first crush.

"It's a bit of an age gap." Pansy said thoughtfully, as if she would ever contract her sister to marry anyone. If her father tried it, well again, antifreeze. "He could get fat and bald before you come of age."

"No!" Primrose looked scandalized at the thought, standing on her toes to catch one last glimpse of Cedric. "We're soulmates! I felt the magic when he kissed me. I know I will love him even if he gets weird spots like father!"

"Well, you know they say love is blind." She chortled at the thought of a much older Cedric with liver spots and bald patches on his head. There was a brief creeping of unease when she was reminded of what was set to happen this year before she forcefully focused on her sister. "How about this, my most beloved flower, grow up a bit and see what's out there. If you still feel the same way when you're grown and even more beautiful, I'll set up a date?"

"That would take too long!" Primrose pouted looking up at her through her lashes, Pansy rued the day she taught her sister puppy eyes. "What if he finds someone else?"

"Then he definitely wasn't your soulmate but merely your first love."

"Like Father and Mother and his first wife?" Primrose scrunched up her nose, their family was gross and Perseus boldly claimed that he had been in love with his first wife and oldest sister.

"Absolutely not." Pansy was quick to shut down that thought immediately, crouching down and lowering her voice so only her sister could hear. "That's not love, it's contractual obligation. When you do marry, it will be someone who worships the ground you walk on, do you understand? I will expect nothing less for you."

"But what if Fath-" Primrose's question was cut off by Granger rudely clearing her throat and when Pansy looked back, the trio failed at any kind of subtlety. It was clear by the wizards obvious embarrassment that they had crept forward in an attempt to listen in.

"Come, Prim." Pansy stood gracefully, wrapping an arm around her thin shoulders to keep her close. "Enjoy the game, Gryffindors! It was nice seeing you."

"I thought you said she was like Malfoy!" Potter had hissed before she got far enough away to overhear. Her whole body stilled with her grip on her sister tightening at the malignant gossip Weasley encouraged.

"Her father was a death eater!" Ron practically yelled, not the least bit ashamed of his accusation in the face of the man's children.

"Excuse me?" Pansy turned back around with a stony expression on her face.

"Ron!" Granger hissed, her face going pale at her obvious show of rage.

"What?" Weasley asked belligerently, looking to Potter of all people for support. "It's true, everyone knows it!"

"Oh, so the fact that my father was never even named or accused doesn't really matter?" Pansy snapped, looking Weasley up and down like he was a particularly disgusting bug. Her father sacrificed all of his sons and nephews at the Dark Lord's altar, only the heir was ever given a funeral. The others just disappeared, allowing rumors to take their toll. However, she would not allow herself or her sister to be branded with the same brush and had worked hard to appear completely neutral in all the petty games played in Hogwarts. "Get your facts straight, Weasley. Honestly, for being a part of the Sacred Twenty Eight, you are dismally informed but what would you know being shunned by the rest of us."

"Not like we would want anything to do with you death eaters anyway!" Ron shouted, making her sister curl into her side in fear.

"No, why would we want anything to do with your family after you stole two brides with such lowborn, shameful tactics! It's why all pureblood daughters are taught to run away from any Weasley men they see from birth." Pansy smiled nastily when she saw the confusion on Potter and Granger's faces, even the redhead looked stupefied. "Once is coincidence, twice is a malicious pattern. Most witches are now forced to wear chastity jewelry again thanks to your family."

"I don't know what bullshite you're spouting, Parkinson!" Weasley scowled, looking like he was close to drawing his wand.

"At least my family aren't known as oathbreakers and thieves." Pansy spoke in low tones, not hiding her fury at the gormless redhead, he was so obnoxious. She turned her eyes to his two closest friends who looked like they wanted to defend his family. "I wouldn't recommend taking a Weasley's word as fact, just look at poor Cedrella Black and Molly Prewitt."

"Don't you talk about my mum!" Weasley raised his wand, drawing even more attention to their altercation.

"What do we have here?" Lucius Malfoy's slick voice practically shattered the tense atmosphere, dialing up the hostility to maximum. Bystanders hastily scattered when they saw him walking with his family, the minister, and a small group of Lords.

"Pansy. Primrose. Come." Perseus spoke up, a scowl painted on his liver spotted face. Pansy was quick to obey, for once, but kept her head held high and her arm protectively around her sister. "What is the meaning of this?"

"Ronald Weasley called you a death eater, Father!" Primrose spoke up quickly, a little too eagerly if one were to ask Pansy. Her little sister still pined for acknowledgement from their parents, it was easy to see. "Pansy was just defending you!"

"Is this true?" Perseus looked down at his oldest living daughter, his hazel eyes hard when she nodded. He let out an audible sigh and simply raised the sleeve of his robes to show the spotty wrinkled skin. "As you can see, it was an entirely false accusation that would not warrant a wand being drawn on my unarmed daughters."

"Too right!" Cornelius Fudge spoke up a moment after Lucius raised a brow at him. "It is a well known fact that the only death eater still on the loose is Sirius Black and it is a grave thing to accuse a well respected member of our society of being one! Where is this boy's father? He is one of my department heads, isn't he? Archibald, I believe."

"Arthur Weasley, Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office." Lucius helpfully informed him, a slow mean smile curling on his lips. "I've said it before, Minister, he was given too much leeway with his wild accusations. Now, he's teaching his children to do the same."

"Yes, I remember he had to be reprimanded for overreaching." Fudge listened as the rabble behind them complained openly about raids done on their own homes after Arthur Weasley's promotion. The Minister looked at Granger and Potter practically holding their friend back from speaking. "Mr. Potter, lovely to see you again. Awful timing, I suppose! Well, nothing for it. Excited for the game, then? I think it will be a long one, at least I hope so!"

"Yes, Minister." Potter spoke up, looking shy and nervous. "Mr. Weasley invited me and Hermione to sit with him in the top box."

"Top box, you say?" The minister missed the way all the Lords exchanged significant side eyes behind his back. "Extraordinary, well, that must be quite a bit of overtime. Glad that he could take a break from working so hard to spend time with his family."

"Bagman owed Dad a favor." Ron spoke up sheepishly, unaware of the fire he had just lit in front of some of the most conniving and powerful men in the country. Nearly all of whom had a grudge against Arthur Weasley or just disliked his family on principle.

"Come along, daughters." Perseus spoke up, turning to say his quiet goodbyes to the other Lords before walking stiffly towards their tent. Pansy glanced behind them to see Lucius whispering in the Minister's ear with that oily smile.

That definitely didn't happen in the books.