Disclaimer:I do not own any character's or this world. Some of this dialogue is inspired etc.

The Ministry of magic 1959

"My funding project which I began in 48 is the true expression of my belief in a commitment to the wider world. My good fortune means nothing. Unless it also lifts up, my fellow man. I thank you all for your time."

A loud yet slow applaud rang across the wide and wonderous hall. The man, who had quite eloquently delivered his speech raised his glass.

"A toast to me, and yet a toast to us all".

"A toast to the Abraxas and a toast to us all."

Repeated the councillors, who couldn't see the bloody human hand grenade in front of their bloody eyes.

But the jubilee of celebration was cut short when a discombobulated staff member ran into the room. Abraxas who was looking rather arrogant after delivering his speech turned to the reporter.

"What is so important you had to barge in on the most important night of the month.!" He hissed.

"Sir it's your wife"

Helgalire, Scotland 1968

There was a large snap.

"nicely done may I say." said a man whose voice was oozing with aristocracies. He was wearing fur Russian hut. Mink fur, but only one could presume with the Malfoy's. His coat was more of a cape, made with the finest leather one could find.

"thank you darling". This time the voice was a woman with a blond pixie cut. She was wearing a grey coat. The collar and cuffs were lined with white, grey and yellow fur. The clear intent was to appear classy. But on such a under class specimen like herself, it appeared tacky.

"That was very elegant." He repeated. This man clearly wanted something tonight.

The women smirked.

"I have mastered apparition" she muttered under her breath.

"It's so pleasing to wake up the bloody muggles." The man said cockily. Clearly not hearing what his company had said.

"Lucius." He hissed. "Lucius where are you?"

There was another snap.

"Here father." A small figure appeared in the darkness.

This young man had different look to his father. He was dressed as casually as a muggle on the last day of school. He short white blond hair tussled. He looked a mess and he knew it. Lucius looked at himself in disgust. When i'm a father he thought. I'll never let my son dress messy. Suddenly he picked up his pace and jogged to his father and the short blond women.

"Ah look and my handsome son, darling" his father turned to the short haired women

"He looks just wonderful" the lie slipped out her mouth like silk. She knew he looked a mess. But no one must say anything against the great Abraxas's son. Lucius genuinely enjoyed this privilege. He watched as the women who had replaced his mother all those years ago purse her lips. They approached a door. Lucius had never been here before. But he knew his father and mother always used to come to this hotel for a drink. But he never asked questions about them. His mother was a forbidden topic.

TBC