Nyx Malfoy

Born into the illustrious and cold-hearted Malfoy household, Nyx was never meant to exist. The product of a scandalous love affair, she was a stain on Lucius Malfoy's pristine reputation—one he never let her forget. From the moment she could comprehend words, she understood that she was unwanted. Unlike Draco, the golden son who was showered with praise and privilege, Nyx was a shadow—tolerated at best, despised at worst.

Her very existence was an insult. She was the only Malfoy with jet-black hair, a stark contrast to the family's signature platinum locks. Whispers filled the halls of Malfoy Manor, servants exchanging furtive glances, speculating about where she truly came from. Lucius never hid his disgust, his cold glares cutting sharper than any curse. He refused to acknowledge her as his daughter, treating her more like a stain to be erased. But she was a Malfoy by blood, no matter how much he wished otherwise.

Draco, for all his privileges, never missed an opportunity to remind her of her place beneath him. A golden boy bathed in admiration, he wielded words like daggers, putting her down at every turn. They shared an uneasy truce, an "okay" relationship at best, but deep down, she resented him for everything he had that she never would.

A Life of Shadows and Secrets

From a young age, Nyx learned that love was a myth. Trust was a weakness. She found solace in the only thing that made sense—power. If Lucius scorned her, if Draco shined in the limelight, then she would carve her own path in the darkness. While others wasted time on frivolous friendships and useless spells, she immersed herself in the Dark Arts, seeking the knowledge forbidden even within Slytherin’s walls.

She spent hours in the Undercroft, hidden beneath the castle, whispering incantations that should never be spoken. She practiced the Dark Arts relentlessly, perfecting curses and hexes with an intensity bordering on obsession. She did not seek approval—she sought domination. If she could not be loved, she would be feared.

Unlike the other Slytherins who feasted in the Great Hall, basking in their pureblood status, Nyx was never there. She had no interest in pleasantries, in the false camaraderie of house tables. She preferred the solitude of the Forbidden Forest, sneaking out at night to test the limits of her magic. There, among the creatures and the whispers of ancient magic, she felt more at home than she ever did in Malfoy Manor or Hogwarts' stone walls.

Her goal was clear: she would become the greatest Death Eater the world had ever seen—better than her father, stronger than the Dark Lord's most devoted followers. Unlike Lucius, who groveled and begged for redemption when the tide turned, Nyx would never falter. Power was the only thing that mattered.

The Cursed Legacy

Her wand was a rarity, a relic of a past long forgotten. Whispers followed her wherever she went—rumors that she was a direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin himself. The proof? Her wand, carved from yew, its core nothing less than a Basilisk fang. A core unheard of, one that pulsed with an eerie, sentient power. It called to her, an extension of her very soul, fueling her hunger for darkness.

But power came with a price. Dementors never hesitated around her, because there was no light in her memories to fight them off. She had no happy recollections, no warmth to conjure a Patronus. Unlike others who feared the Dementors, she welcomed them. Let them take her worst memories—what did she have to lose?

A Soul Bound to Darkness

Nyx Malfoy trusted no one. She walked alone, lived alone, and would rise alone. No Slytherin camaraderie, no empty friendships, no foolish distractions. The world had cast her aside, and she would make it regret ever doing so.

But even the strongest shadows crack. Even darkness bleeds.

During her years at Hogwarts, Nyx was in and out of St. Mungo’s Wizarding Hospital, trapped within the cold walls of a high-security ward. Her HC-DID made life a waking nightmare, her mind fractured between selves that waged wars she could never control. Anorexia gnawed at her, her body as hollow as she felt inside. And then there was the self-harm—the need to see proof that she was still real, that she could still feel something, even if it was just pain.

But pain was never enough. Not when the weight of existence pressed so heavily on her chest. The darkness inside her clawed and raged, whispering that there was only one escape. She had tried before—slipping too deep into the abyss, pressing the blade too hard, letting the cold of death kiss her skin. But magic was cruel. They always found her in time. Healers mended her body, but never the parts of her that were truly broken.

Lucius made sure that her suffering was absolute. With enough galleons, anything could be arranged—even cruelty. He bribed the nurses, ensuring that no comfort would find her in the hospital. They treated her as nothing more than a burden, a disgraceful mess better left forgotten. The high-security ward became her second prison, where she fought battles no magic could heal.

Her arms bore the proof of her war—scars upon scars, faded lines crisscrossing like a map of agony. Most ran along her forearms, deep reminders of nights spent alone, drowning in the silence of her own thoughts. But some stretched further—her thighs, her ribs, places she could hide beneath robes and long sleeves.

She was living proof that even shadows could be wounded.

One day, they would all remember her name—not as the bastard Malfoy, not as the unwanted daughter, but as the darkness that swallowed them all.

A Malfoy in name. But a monster by choice.

Wand: Elm wood with a Basilisk horn core, 11", and ridgid.
Patronus: Can't produce on since no happy memories

Me irl:

Age:18
Zodiac: Scorpio
Sexuality: Neptunic poly
Relationship: It's complicated
Mental issues: HC-DID, PTSD, BPD, ASPD, anorexic, SH 
Chronic illnes: FND

Hobbies: Writing fanfiction, writing drama, reading, music

Favorite color: Black
Aesthetic: traumacore, dr*gcore, shcore, dissociationcore
Favorite song artists: Ren, NF, Hasley, Linking Park (Only with Chester), Citizen Soldier, Within Temptation

Favorite music type: Nightcore, traumacore
Favorite books: Killing Stalking