The Father Files

by powergirll

An indepth observation about the relationship between Lucius and Draco Malfoy. Documentation, recordings and scene captures begin from birth and progress based on year. Warning: No slash, no incest, and lots of Malfoy snark

1. Birth

The Father Files

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Chapter one : Birth

Draco Abraxas Malfoy

Was born to Narcissa Black-Malfoy and Lucius Malfoy

On June 5th, 1980

At 3:19 in the morning

At St. Mungo's Maternal and Receiving Ward, London, England.

Weighing 7 pounds, 3 ounces

Measuring at 18 inches.

Subject sighted within two inches of the wife, who lies on the bed with the child in hand.

Child and wife silent. Subject giddy and playing with the child's hand. Child small for a baby—wife insists to Subject he'll get bigger—with short blonde whisps atop small head, pale skin and grey eyes, much like Subjects.

Have gathered that child's name is Draco.

Subject not pleased. He wanted Lucius Jr., Lucifer, Lucander, Lucian, or Lucius the second.

Subject's wife laughed at the notion. Wife named Narcissa Malfoy, formerly Black, living relatives (among others) including Sirius Black (currently fighting alongside Order of the Phoenix), Bellatrix Lestrange (currently on 'seize and dispose of' mission in Ireland with husband and husband's brother) and Andromeda Tonks (currently picking up her child, Nymphadora Tonks, from elementary school).

Deceased relatives, Regulus Black—died at 18, location of body unknown—sends congratulations.

Subject and Narcissa do not know this of course. Too absorbed in the little bundle of joy wrapped in silk blankets with Malfoy insignias etched on the corners.

"He's so small, Cissa," Subject says, not for the first time. Subject—Lucius, obviously—is smiling as he sits beside his wife, his finger being clutched by Draco. "He's got a firm grip. Like his father, this one."

"I would hope not," Narcissa replies, also with a smile as she looks down at the newest addition to the family. "Look at him, Lucius. He's perfect. Our perfect little Draco."

"I still think Lucius Jr. would have suited him best."

Narcissa ignores Lucius. "He has your eyes."

Lucius shuffles uncomfortably and shrugs. "I wanted him to have yours."

A silence spreads between the two. Lucius takes this moment of silence to look at his wife whose hair had not been washed in over 39 hours, whose eyes are tired with lack of sleep and whose clothes are loosely hanging from her worn out body. He grins, kissing her forehead.

"Hey, you're not fat anymore."

Narcissa slaps her husband's shoulder. Shall need further inspection but believe this to be a form of affection between the two. Wife and Subject operate in strange ways.

"You're the one who made me fat!"

"You didn't seem to mind when I was in process of making you fat. In fact, if I remember correctly, you—"

A harder shove causes Lucius to stop mid-sentence. Believe this shove lacked affection.

"Don't talk like that in front of Draco!" hisses Narcissa, snuggling her son close to her. Lucius rolls his eyes.

"As if he knows what we're saying anyway."

"Of course he does! Don't you remember what those baby books I forced you to read said?" she asked, tilting her head expectantly.

"Of course I do, Darling."

Have observed that Lucius uses pet names when lying.

"Then you'll know the books said that the baby is so sensitive to what he hears at this stage, that it could be the difference between an increase mental capacity of 10 to a decrease! We have to watch what we say in front of him."

Lucius does not seem impressed. Narcissa, who is very good at this, narrows her eyes.

"I mean it."

"Of course, of course, Darling. I'll watch my language, alright?"

"Good. Now go mail my side of the family about our little treasure."

With that order, she flicks her wand and what is only recognizable as the sounds of Beethoven's Fifth suddenly fills the room. Lucius looks offended.

"What the hell is this?"

"Language, Lucius!"

"Hell isn't a bad word. Now answer the question," Lucius insists.

"Yes it is and don't use that word," Narcissa orders. Subject glares but have a feeling that he will comply. "And for your information this is classical music. I did my research, Beethoven is pureblooded. A squib and blood traitor obviously but pureblooded nonetheless. His music is supposed to open a child's mind at an early age."

"Narcissa, the kid is bloody two days old, what does he have to 'open his mind' about? What hours he's going to wake us up repeatedly tonight with that crying thing he does? The intensity of the aroma he puts off?"

"I mean he'll think better when he's older," Narcissa snaps back at her husband. "And with your genes, he's going to need all the help he can get with that."

"Oh, ha, ha."

Lucius crosses his arms over his chest while Narcissa strokes her son's hair adoringly. She sighs as the child drifts into a deep sleep.

"He's so perfect. Our perfect little son."

Lucius smiles, shrugging. "He's not so bad. A little scrawny." With a disapproving look from his wife, the Subject continues quickly. "Maybe he'll grow up with the perfect build for a seeker though and that's always good news."

"I just want him to grow up normally, Lucius."

Narcissa casts her husband a frown.

"He'll get that. I'm working toward just that goal for him."

"For him, is it? Not for yourself?"

"Narcissa, don't. We went over this, I'm not—"

Lucius tenses, lifting up his left arm. Cannot catch a good glimpse of the mark on his forearm but believe it to be burning him.

"I have to go but I'll be back in the morning alright?"

"Lucius, you can't leave me alone on Draco's first night!"

"I have to go, Narcissa, you know that. I'll be back as soon as I can."

After kissing his frowning wife's head he reaches for his arm but stops. It looks as though he forgot something but he is not looking around for it. Instead, he is uncertainly looking at Draco. With some hesitation, after an encouraging smile from his wife, he leans down to quickly kiss the top of his son's forehead and then touches the mark on his arm, disappearing from the room.

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The following is a parchment taken from the trash can of Narcissa Malfoy

Dear Narcissa,

I demand a nanny.

I really DEMAND a nanny.

You remember that 'thing' I deemed crying? Well it's no
longer just a cute little annoying thing that Draco does. It's
a fucking nuisance.

You know those times when you shove him in my face and
make me take care of him because you need to sleep?

I don't like that. I hate that. He.. cries. And SMELLS, Narcissa.
He fucking smells. BAD. Really, really bad. And I don't bloody
like it. I poke him and he keeps doing it. I glare at him and he
keeps doing it. I yell at him and he keepsdoing it. Only
LOUDER and STINKIER.

I can't take it much longer. I don't know how you do it all day
while I'm at work but you shouldn't have to deal with that
crap. That kid needs to be more bloody grateful to us. We gave
him LIFE. And what do we get out of it? NOISE and STINK and
NO SLEEP.

I want sleep, Cissa. I really, really want sleep.

A nanny can do that! I know you said you didn't want anyone
to touch him but us but this is a matter of life or death because
I am two minutes away from killing that little brat. I'm trying to
write you a nice letter here, trying to retain as much resentment
as I can, but I CAN'T because the goddamn kid is SCREAMING
right now. My ear drums are going to explode very soon.

I have to go subdue that brat's screaming right now. He tends to
like me physically hurting myself. That gets him to shut up. So I
may go bang my head against the wall a few times. Otherwise,
if this kid wasn't beckoning, I would continue to rant and rave
about my slowly being driven insane.

Your husband,

Lucius.

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2:01 PM, Malfoy Manor.
April 2nd
The Nursery.

Severus Snape stood with his back against the wall, his arms folded and with a severely amused look on his face as he watched his friend Lucius Malfoy glare at the child from its—or had Narcissa instructed it to be a his?—crib. The child was strangely silent, sticking the ear of a stuffed teddy bear into its mouth, spat on it and bit it, took it out of his mouth, placed it back in and then repeated the process.

"Look at him. He looks so bloody happy with himself. Narcissa and I haven't had a proper night's sleep in months."

"Mm, and that has nothing to do at all with your nightly activities," Snape drawled, raising a brow. Lucius scowled.

"Don't you dare go on her side with this," Lucius said. "All she does is whine to me about how I need to be home more often to spend time with the brat."

"Didn't she also say not to call him 'the brat'?"

"That woman says a lot of things. Don't know why the hell I married her."

"I believe she also instructed you to refrain from words like 'bloody' and 'hell'."

Lucius narrowed his eyes at his friend while Draco gurgled. Lucius, without taking his glare off Severus, reached into the crib to pull out the bear. Draco did not want to let go.

"You're reveling in amusement at my torture, aren't you, Snape?"

The dark haired man only grinned and shrugged while Lucius pulled at the bear. Draco was tugging with small whines. "Perhaps."

"You bastard, some godfather you're turning out to be. Bella's been a better babysitter than you are."

"I don't particularly care for your judgment when it comes to babysitters for your children, Lucius," Severus commented, watching Lucius begin to pull on the bear with two hands. "And yes, that is a stab at Bellatrix's waning sanity."

"Yes, well, as much as I agree with you, Narcissa has yet to see that her sister is losing her mind and since you're also so busy doing Salazar knows what—"

Lucius paused, glaring at his son and tugging harder on the bear. Draco was fussing as he pulled back but Lucius proved victorious in the end, sending Draco crying in a fit of screams while the bear tumbled to the floor from Lucius' hand.

"—I had no choice but to resort to that she-devil. No telling how she corrupted my already annoying spawn with—Draco! No, get back down! Bad! Bad, Draco!

Lucius held his son loosely by the waist as the child reached over the gates of his crib, almost falling head first, with his arms outstretched toward his bear, into the floor. He struggled in his father's grasp.

"Damn it, stop it! Severus, pick up the bear while I tie this demon seed down. Where the hell is that muzzle I demanded you bring?"

"Unfortunately your wife confiscated it before she left with her friends," Severus said, feeling pity on his friend and picked up the bear by one of it's paws, looking at it with disgust. Draco was screaming with tears pouring down his face and his hands reaching for his bear. Lucius wretched it from Severus's fingers and threw it at the corner of his crib.

"There's your damn toy, go sick it, you little monster."

Severus smirked. "Such affection."

Lucius sat down with a "hmph", glaring at his son who happily reverted to biting the bear's ear.

"Shut up and go home. Don't come back until you feel like baby sitting or at least managed to sneak me a muzzle."

A short, jubilant cry escaped from Draco as the ear was pulled off the bear entirely.

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Taken from the desk of Marjorie Richards, Party Planner Extraordinaire.

May 1, 1981—Appointment with the Malfoys for the party of the soon to be one year old Draco Malfoy. Meet them at their house at Two PM.

Notes:

Draco Abraxas Malfoy, son of Narcissa and Lucius.
Mrs. Malfoy said son's favorite color is blue. Mr. Malfoy
said he likes green (shall use an even mix). Mrs. Malfoy
said son wishes for medieval theme, Mr. Malfoy added
'with dragons' (shall assume he does not mean real
ones). Mrs. Malfoy asked for four layer chocolate cake
with vanilla icing and strawberry and cream filling, Mr.
Malfoy grumbled about too much sugar (shall have
cook prepare cake with the low fat preservatives). Mrs.
Malfoy wants over 60 guests, Mr. Malfoy wants a bed
to sleep (shall have guests leave before ten pm).

Draco—small child, creates many raspberries to which
his father shakes his head and mother beams.
Likes to be preoccupied with treats or toys. Otherwise
cries loudly, causing Mr. Malfoy to use language that
makes me blush and makes Mrs. Malfoy hit him.

Believe entire party another excuse for the prominent
pureblood families of the wizarding world to gather
around to celebrate the height of the Dark Lord but
shall not look into it. Shall instead be a good party
planner and arrange for gourmet food, professional
waitresses and live band as entertainment in order to
keep high society occupied and for Malfoys to give me
a good pay check.

Besides, Mr. Malfoy has quite the arse. Shall try not to
stare. Or at least make sure Mrs. Malfoy doesn't see me.

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The following was recorded at approximate 8:19 pm on June 4th, 1981 in the Nursery of the Malfoy Manor.

"Me! Me! Me!"

"I still say we cancel the party—Draco, hold still—and leave Draco with Severus for the night so we can get away for ourselves for once."

"Me! Me!"

"Lucius, you know we can't do that, we already paid the planner and everyone is anticipating celebrating our Darling's birthday."

"Pft. Darling. Right. I'm sure you're not talking about this kid here. Draco, I said hold still. How do you expect me to put on your pajamas if you won't stop jumping up and down?"

"Me! Me! Me!"

"Oh, isn't he just precious?"

"I was thinking more along the lines of demonic."

"Oh Lucius, stop it. Your son is a little angel." A sigh. "Can you believe it's been a year already?"

"Me! Me! Me! Me! Me!"

"Mm, it's beginning to sink in."

"Me! Me! Me!"

"Can you remember that night exactly one year ago when we had him?"

"I try not to. My hand still has bruises."

"Me! Me!"

A laugh. "I didn't hold your hand that hard. And besides, if I hadn't held your hand, you would have fainted."

"I would not have fainted! I just—Ouch, Draco, stop jumping on me. You have this mattress for that."

"Me! Me! Me!"

"You were so pale. Your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head when he came out."

"Well, it was disgusting."

"Lucius Malfoy, childbirth is a beautiful thing and you will not forget that."

"Whatever you say, Darling.—Draco, I said stop! Go jump on your mother, she's the one who gave you birth."

"Me! Me! Me! Me!"

"Yes you, you little brat. He better learn a new word soon, I'm sick of this one."

"One of the house elves said that Draco said "mama" the other day while we were at the Nott's."

"Did he? Hm. When do you think he'll say 'dad' or 'daddy' or whatever?"

"Oh he's said it before. When you were gone."

A pause. The sound of a mattress squeaking repeatedly.

"Oh."

"Yes. Oh."

"Stop it, Narcissa. You're always making me feel guilty."

"You should! I'm worried sick about you, Lucius! I miss you. And so does Draco!"

"That is enough, I won't hear anymore of this."

"That won't stop me from saying it! Don't you think—"

"I'm sick of your whining about this! So bloody drop it! My schedule is not going to change no matter what you say and—DRACO! I said STOP IT!"

Squeaking bed is replaced with tiny whimpering.

"Don't yell at him! He's just a baby!"

"I'll yell all I want to! I'm his father!"

Whimpering replaced with sobs and then the distinct sound of crying.

"Now look what you did! His eyes are going to be all red and puffy for his guests tomorrow because of you!"

"Somehow I think he'll live."

"Shh, there, there, Draco, Daddy didn't mean it. Daddy is a bad, bad, bad boy. Don't you listen to him, my little angel."

"Oh stop babying him."

"Just be quiet, Lucius."

"No, I won't be qu—"

"Da--! D.. d.. da!

A pause.

"Come on, Draco. Come on. Daddy. Say it. Say Daddy."

"You can do it, my little angel, dada."

"D—! Da…"

"That's it, kid, dada. Keep going.

"D.. B.. Ba.. Bad! Bad! Bad, bad!"

Another pause. A laugh. A groan.

"Oh that's just lovely."

"Bad! Bad, bad! Bad!"

"Stop scowling, Dear, it's highly unattractive."

"Then stop laughing!"

"Bad! Bad!"

"Yes, yes, I understand, you little brat, I'm bad. Rub it in, why don't you?"

"Oh, Lucius, love, you're wonderful."

"Wonderfully bad apparently. This is all your fault you know. Brainwashing him into thinking I was bad."

"Bad! Bad! Bad!"

"I did nothing of the sort. You're the one who hurt his feelings."

"He was jumping on me!"

"Bad! Bad!"

"Oh stop sulking about it."

"He called me bad!"

"Hush. Draco, I'm going to put you in your crib and you're going to bed, alright, Darling? You have a big day tomorrow."

"Bad, bad!"

"Yes, Daddy is very bad, isn't he?"

The sound of a kiss.

"Goodnight, my little angel."

"Do you think there is even the slightest chance that he'll forget the word in his sleep?"

"Shh, Lucius, you have to whisper; he's going to sleep."

"I'm serious, Narcissa, is there? Maybe he'll sleep it off."

"Lucius, be quiet."

"He was so close to Dad. So close. And then he goes and says 'bad'. I'm thoroughly disappointed."

"Mm, tell you what, I'll make it up to you tonight."

"Oh is that so?"

"Mmhm. Anything you want. In celebration of Draco's birthday of course."

"Naturally. And we simply must celebrate his new word. Bad, was it? I think you could pull that off very nicely.."

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(A/N: DH was inspiring. This new story of mine is just snippets and scene captures of Draco/Luius FATHER/SON moments. Completely paternal stuff, you pervs. Next Chapter, Draco is a one year old! 8D)