Title: The Future Has a Past
Chapter: Chapter 1
Summary: AU What if only James & Voldemort died that night in 1981? What if Narcissa Died giving birth to Draco? What if Lily & Lucius were married rasing their sons as brothers? What if they had a daughter together? What if Hermione & her family were prominent purebloods? What if the Weasely's weren't poor? Well it's all true in this story, come to Malfoy Manor & watch the Brother's summer vacation unfold. (Check my author note for info)
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author notes: This is what you need to Know about this story: Bianco is 16, the boys are 17, Hogwarts is not over until you are 18. Voldemort & James died the day Draco was born & Narcissa died, October 31, 1980 (yes that's a year early) that means Harry was just 3 months. Lily & Lucius married December 1980, for convenience and it turned to love, Bianco was born September 1981. Hermione is from a long line of rich pureblood wizards who descended from a wizard who wrote a book that contained every word ever uttered way back sometime BC, and they have been rich ever since. The Weasely's were once poor but Arthur became the Minister of Magic in 1982 it all changed. Sirius is still Harry's Godfather.
"The Future Has a Past"
"As you move toward your future, look back and (if you have good sense) you will see your future has a past . . . because THE FUTURE HAS A PAST." - J. California Cooper My favorite Writer (In the Author's note of:) "The Future Has a Past"
Ch. 1
"Where are those children? They know it is a rule in this Manor not to be late to breakfast," Lucius scowled, sitting at the head of the long table, in the lavishly decorated dinning room.
Lucius Malfoy was the patriarch of one of the most influential families in the Wizarding world. He was a widower of a young wife and husband to another brilliant young witch, who was the head of all his affairs. His sons were his pride, Draco the brilliant young athlete & Potions genius and Harry the Quidditch prodigy and all around Boy-who-lived. Still, his daughter, Bianco, was the sunshine in his life, she came nine months after his second marriage, and she was a daddy's girl to the very core.
Lucius' wife, Lily Evans Potter-Malfoy, was what turned the dark, sinister, Malfoy life around. When they married, she demanded that her husband cut all ties to anything to do with the fallen Dark Lord or the Dark Arts. Though many were still scared of her husband and the Malfoy name, she knew that was rooted deep and something's never changed. She treated Draco as if he and Harry were cut of the same mold and tried with her might to turn her only daughter into a young lady.
Lily rolled her eyes, opening a letter from her sister, "Lucius stop scowling, it's bad for your skin, it'll give you wrinkles. It's the holiday's, the rule is there is no set time for breakfast during the holidays."
"However, they don't have to return to Hogwarts until early November this year. They have four months of holidays! Couldn't they at least join us for breakfast?" Lucius asked, shaking the scowl off his face, as the House-elvs delivered their breakfast to the table.
"No, darling, you know breakfast will not be a rule until the guests arrive next week," Lily replied as a house elf pushed a long red curl away from the tea that it was headed for .
"Guests?" he demanded sitting his fork his plate with a loud 'clank.'
"Guests Lucius. I sent you a memo at the French Ministry last month," she replied cutting her eggs in perfect squares.
"Memo? I didn't receive it, I was only there three weeks, I thought we weren't ready to receive guests this early? It's only been 15 years, I don't think you or the children are ready for the scrutiny," he replied shaking his head, as his wife's laughter rang out in the room.
"Lucius, darling, you are a bit too worried. It's almost been two decades, and we are ready to receive guests in our home. Also, I want the boys to meet some young ladies, especially Harry. I would love for him to date the Granger girl," Lily replied half laughing, looking back up at her husband lovingly.
"Henry & Abagail's girl?" Lucius asked again losing interest in his food.
"Yes, they, along with the Weaselys are coming to stay with us this summer," she answered finishing off her eggs, with a dab of her napkin against her lips.
"The Minister of Magic & Henry Granger in my house, this could be a good thing," Lucius muttered to himself thinking of the good that doing business with the multi-galleonare could do.
"Lucius, this not about a business transaction, this about your children finding suitable mates," Lily corrected sending a cool glare toward her husband.
"Mates? My children? Not Bianco, she's only sixteen, she's too young. Why is Harry the only one whom you are considering for the Granger girl? What about Draco?" Lucius asked as he cut a piece of sausage and chewed it thoroughly.
"Bianco, is not too young, and she needs to start courting now. And the reason I haven't considered the girl for Draco is that you insisted that you arrange a marriage for him. Like your father did for Narcissa and you," Lily replied finishing off her morning coffee.
"Yes, well, I wish you agreed with arranged marriages. I haven't found a girl yet with which Draco & I both like and will mix with the family well," he sighed sternly, sitting his hands in his lap.
"Maybe it's a sign," she smiled telling the House-elf to clear the dishes.
"Father!" a young girl with strawberry blonde hair and blue-green eyes yelled running into the dinning room, trying with all her might not to step on her new robes.
"Yes, Bianco?" Lucius said turning to his flushed daughter, giving her a customary kiss on the cheek.
"Draco & Harry are going to Diagon Alley later and they refuse to take me! Draco is going to get that new cauldron set and Harry is going to buy a gift for some cackling hen, but I want to go buy that new Firebolt II Deluxe set," Bianco pouted holding her father's hand tightly, she knew that if anything would go her way she would have to ask daddy.
"Bianco dear, your brother's need to go out without you tagging along. You went last time, you are sixteen dear, you need to be practicing for your Society Presentation Party," Lily said as her daughter sat in front of the fresh breakfast the House-elf had just conjured up.
"I don't want a stupid Society Presentation Party," Bianco whined rolling her eyes as she reached for the orange juice.
"Well, you are going to have one and to make it a little fun for you. We should make it a competition, for you to have a better SPP than that horrid little Parkinson girl," Lily smiled as her daughter turned to into a mini-scowling Lucius at the thought of the Parkinson girl.
"I cannot stand that girl! One week it's Draco, the next its Harry, if she owl's either of them again I will be forced to curse her & her family," Bianco sneered, ignoring the chuckles from her parents. If there was anyone, she was protective over it was her brothers, any girl was not good enough for either of them.
"Stop that Bianco, you'll have wrinkles before you are your father's age," Lily laughed, reaching out to grab another letter.
"Well, I am my father's daughter," she replied gulping down a whole glass of orange juice.
"What about me?" Lily asked looking over at her daughter with raised eyebrows.
"I am my mother's spawn," Bianco laughed trying her best to keep the eggs & porridge in her mouth.
"Shut up silly, silly, girl, and eat," Lily laughed opening another letter.
Lucius stood up, clearing his throat, kissing his wife and daughter respectively, "Well, I'm off to business. Don't come in dear, it's the holidays, you should rest. Bianco, don't worry about that Firebolt II Deluxe set, you'll have it when I come home. Love you all."
"Good-bye darling," Lily smiled, turning to watch him making her fiery red hair flew out of place.
"Good day and tell those boys they better not spend more than 2074 galleons, one sickle and 18 knuts and not a cent over, I will see the bill next week," he said before stepping into the fireplace.
"Bye daddy," Bianco smiled as Lucius stepped into the fireplace.
"So big brother what are you writing to that witch of yours?" Draco drawled making his way into his brother's room, without knocking.
Draco was a tall seventeen year old, 6'3 ½ and proud of it, his face was chiseled and virile already. He wore his hair like his father, long & tied back at all times, and he had a love for Potions like his stepmother. He was a sarcastic young man, with a heart of gold, he loved his family & wasn't afraid to show it. But he could get bit annoying at time.
"She's not MY witch Draco. And what I have I told you about knocking or at least announcing your presence?" Harry chided sealing the letter and tying to his Owl's, Hedwig, leg.
"Whatever Potter. So the witch isn't your girl? Why are you buying her things?" Draco questioned looking at the collection of Famous Witches & Wizard cards that Harry kept in a golden box on his desk.
"She's a friend Draco, we're close, we aren't like that," Harry replied buttoning up the last buttons on his white shirt.
"What she look like? I've never seen her before, she doesn't attend Hogwarts, so for all I know she could be Pansy or worse," Draco cringed turning from Harry's shelf.
Harry handed him a picture frame of a young brown haired girl standing against a huge Willow tree in the middle of a garden waving, "That's Hermione Granger, she is tutored at her family home, she did attend Hogwarts for half her first year then moved to Beauxbatons but her parents took her out because nothing was challenging enough for her."
Draco was taken back, he had expected her to be rather ugly & prudish, "She's a pretty little thing, speaks French too, huh? Why doesn't she like you brother?"
"Says I'm not her type, she like the rebellious yet intelligent type. But I'm always telling her no one is as intelligent as she is," he said sitting the picture back on his bedside table.
"Mm, not bad she is. You say she's the Granger girl?" Draco asked again walking around his brother to inspect the picture again.
Harry sighed and stopped searching through his wardrobe to turn to his brother, "Malfoy, I wish you and father would stop calling her 'the Granger girl'! Her name is Hermione."
"Potter, did you know that Hermione and her family are spending the holidays with us?" Draco asked still staring at the picture of the Heiress of the Granger millions.
Harry snatched the picture from his barely younger sibling, "Stop looking at her like that! No, I didn't know but did you know Ron, Ginny, & their parents are coming too?"
"Ron? It'll be good to see him again, he's the only person besides mother that is competent at Wizard's Chess," Draco grinned, shooting his brother an evil glare.
"He's a bloody genius I'll tell ya, but Ginny's coming and that means Bianco is out of our hair," Harry replied pulling out a dark blue robe with white lining that he had received for Christmas from his grandmother on the Malfoy side.
"I love the girl but she keeps hexing my dates," Draco sighed, sitting in the plush chair next to Harry's bookshelf.
"Which is why you, mother, & father are the only ones who know about Hermione & my correspondence," Harry replied looking at his watch, which meant if they could make breakfast in ten minutes and get to Diagon Alley by lunch-hour.
"You think mother set her straight about going with us?" Draco asked stretching. He had called Lily mother his whole life, though he knew Lily was not his real mother, and Harry had done the same with Lucius.
"You know mother did, if it makes us happy then mother is all for it, especially if it means she gets to keep Bianco home to plan her SPP," Harry said as they walked out his room leaving it for the House-elves to clean.
"I feel sorry for the girl but she knew father would just bring her the Firebolt II Deluxe set home," Draco replied as he walked step for step with his slightly shorter older brother.
"Father spoils the girl, she won't be any good for any other man," Harry cringed at the thought of his younger sister kissing anyone.
"Which, at times, is a good thing," Draco replied thinking the same thing. Draco & Harry had been so close for so long they often thought & said the same thing.
"Morning mother," they say in unison walking across the dinning room to kiss their mother on both cheeks.
"Morning boys," Lily smiled as her two boys sat on either side of her and began eating their breakfasts.
"Mother, where is Bianco?" Draco asked as Harry began to shovel down his food, trying to meet his unspoken deadline.
"Harry, baby, slow down. Draco, your sister is somewhere on the grounds disobeying me, sometimes I wonder is she really your father's daughter or James's daughter. Seems to me, she's got Harry's spirit in her and Lucius control, it's a nice mix, don't you think?" Lily rambled as she sat, yet again, another letter on the table.
"Mother did grandmother write?" Harry asked slowing down considerably.
"No, why?" she asked turning to her unruly haired son.
"She was supposed to send me this really important necklace," he sighed, gulping down some pumpkin juice.
"Oh for whom? Not the girl that doesn't like you!" Draco laughed loudly making Lily smack him playfully.
"Draco, don't say such dreadful things. Who is it for Harry?" she asked though she knew and she was hoping her stepson was wrong. But she knew Draco was like his father, if he ever said anything loudly and disorderly it was most likely true.
"Hermione, for her birthday," he replied finishing off his pancakes with a satisfied yawn.
That made Lily giggle momentarily, "Harry, it's only June, her birthday isn't until September!"
"I know but she, being the orderly witch she is, bought my birthday present promptly after New Year's," Harry whined, much like Bianco had done earlier when trying to persuade her father.
Lily held up a letter before clearing her throat, "I would like to extend my hand to Draco Malfoy in an invitation to a Commencement Ball. Signed, Hannah Abbot."
"Ah, Merlin no. I will not even act as if you read that mother," Draco drawled continuing to eat his blueberry waffles.
Harry & Lily both laughed at the face Draco made, Lily then held up another letter, this time not reading it aloud, "Your father has gained another 20,000,000 galleons."
"Good for father," Harry commented, his mind really on that necklace.
"Yes, what is the stock on Mother? I'm sure you would know more than he would about it," Draco asked taking a long sip of his hot tea.
"He took stock in Hogwarts," Lily grinned knowing that it was really more of her investment, insuring that all future Potters & Malfoys attend Hogwarts.
"Mother only you will take that much interest in that school," Harry said rolling his eyes.
"Every Malfoy in this family has attended since the opening, every Potter, & every magical Evans. So it's only fair that my stock is placed there, with the Granger's, Weasely's, & Zabini's," Lily replied quickly, naming the three families with which she was close.
"Where is father? His calendar said no Ministry work today," Draco asked as the House-elf clears his dishes.
"Where else Draco? Off meeting some dim-witted child & her parents, trying to find you a mate," she sighed loudly, sitting another letter on the left side and picking up another.
Draco rolled his eyes as his brother tapped his watch, "Why does he believe in arranged marriages again?"
"Because he and your mother met that way," Lily replied just as passionately as Lucius would have.
"Do you really think that they'd be HAPPILY married right now? Just as you two are, I don't think so," Draco replied, his temper flaring as quickly as his fathers.
"Now, calm down Draco and get going before Bianco comes back in," Lily whispered caressing his arm.
He smiled down at her then bent kissed her softly on the cheek, "OK, love you."
Harry did the same and asked, "Is there anything you need mother?"
"Take your Gringotts key, open the Potter account, and buy you boys some new robes for the Holidays. The house will be full & I refuse to have any of my men looking ragged," she smiled as Harry Accioed the key from the table drawer and they Flooed to Diagon Alley.
"Yes, mother," they answered as they stepped into the fireplace.
As Lily was making her way through the Manor gardens she found her only daughter playing a disturbing game of Wizard Solitaire, where the card made stupid remarks if you made a bad move, which is always for them.
"Bianco darling, I have told you not to use your father's cards for that game. They have the foulest mouths and they always seem to insult you personally," Lily commented as she sat beside her daughter.
"Father's cards always seem to give me great lines to spit at the boys," Bianco laughed solidly, almost like Lucius but there was girlish tone to it and made it seem more like her mother.
Lily laughed at her child's antics, "You silly, silly, girl."
Bianco turned to her, making her golden ringlets fly, "Why do you call me that? Is that something someone else called you?"
"Yes, Miss Perceptive, James & Serverus used to call me that. And when you aren't reminding me of your father you reminding me of me," Lily replied running her long manicured fingers through her daughters golden curls.
"I bet Daddy doesn't like that," the sixteen chimed turning back to her insulting cards.
Lily sighed reaching over her daughter to cover a Jack with a Queen, "Yes, well, there are many things your father doesn't like but he gets over them."
"Mother, you do know that Henry Granger's daughter doesn't like Harry?" Bianco said finishing off the Queen with a King, who was as haughty & as arrogant as some of Bianco relatives.
Lily rolled her eyes, she was quite tired of hearing that, "Yes, your brother, Draco had to announce it this morning at the table."
"She says he's too chivalrous, too sweet, not rebellious in a safe way, he's too attracted to danger, where she would like for him to take danger in his own hands. He's too much like her, I believe she said," Bianco said as the Queen of hearts called her a female dog with a stick up her butt, in so many words.
Lily sent a glare to that foul mouth Queen of Hearts, "How do you know that? Or even about their correspondence."
Bianco flushed, knowing now she had to tell the truth, her father had a rule about that, 'Malfoy's (and Potter's) don't lie,' "I snuck into Harry's room once when I heard he and Draco speaking about a girl he was Owling. And you know I don't put up with any clingy hen talking to my brothers, so I decided to read her last letter, in which she told Harry why she didn't like him. I was happy she didn't like him but then angry because NO ONE tells my brother he's not their type! So then I decided to write her a letter & tell her about herself. So I wrote the letter, she wrote me back telling me how she thought it was admirable how protective I was of my brothers, and how she was just telling Harry the truth so he wouldn't get hurt later. And we became fast friends."
Lily nodded her head to her daughter's story, but she looked into Bianco's blue green eyes before speaking, "There is something else in that pretty little head of yours. Your father has that rule about lying but not about bending the truth or leaving out things."
"I want Hermione for Draco and my best friend for Harry, and that's what I intend to spend the summer doing," Bianco said honestly.
"Your best friend? Ginny, she still has that thing for Harry?" Lily asked taking Lucius' cards from her daughter.
"Yes, and I promise she has turned into a perfect little lady, just like you want their wives to be, mother," Bianco replied turning toward Lily, looking just like her father with his sarcastic comments.
"Well, of course she's a lady, she's a Weasely, and she is Molly's child she could be no other way, " Lily said as they stood and headed back toward the Manor.
"Please help me mother," she whined, taking her long robe in her hand so she would not trip.
"Help you what?" Lily asked, brushing an invisible piece of lint off her bright red robe that was deep V-neck, showing her chest just as Lucius liked it.
"Get Ginny and Harry together, I know how much you want Hermione for Harry but she doesn't like him. And her personality just suits Draco better! Mother please," Bianco whined as the House-elf opened the door for them. Bianco had perfected the art of whining, as her brothers had taught her, and she had perfected her own pouty face that no one but her mother could resist.
Lily rolled her eyes as she walked into the Parlor, "You know that face doesn't work with me but I like the way you think. And I don't want my Draco in an arranged marriage so I'll help you. On one condition."
"What?" Bianco smiled happily, she smiled like Draco, but she couldn't contain her happiness much like Harry.
"You practice your waltzing for the SPP," Lily negotiated with cool air, her face set in stone like her husbands.
Bianco's smile never faltered, "Done."