Dandelion Wine

Harriet Potter was twelve when she uncovered the child's skull buried in her Aunt Petunia's garden in a sick twist of fate. Plots, purebloods, and prophecies abound in a world where, on a stroke of luck, a Potter isn't there to fight the good fight. Only a misplaced Malfoy who, really, never suited red and gold as much as she did silver and green. Malfoy-Centric. Fem!Harry/Rabastan