Hiya! This is a one-shot about several things about the Malfoy's; How Draco got his name, how 'pure' the Malfoy blood really is, and some stuff about Lucius's mother, and what Cissy thinks of her family's pure blood status and Sirius's and Andromeda's 'betrayal.' Also, I am obliged to warn you (although I don't feel it warrants a warning, personally) that it has one, very small mention to slash (homosexual romance). Namely Remus/Sirius. Also to heterosexual relationships. I only mention it because I got moaned at by someone about not mentioning that one of my other fics contained slash, and had I mentioned it they would not have read it at all. If anyone has a problem with slash, femslash or indeed Het, then they probably shouldn't be reading any of my fics. Sorry and all that. Wow, this is a very long intro...
Bloodline.
Lucius
Malfoy sat in an armchair by the fire in Malfoy Manor. It was an
extremely comfortable armchair, Lucius' favourite in fact; it being
one of the few things that his mother had allowed him to choose
himself, and even then only with her approval on the 'correct'
colour. He had
wanted a red one, but his mother had insisted on green, because red
reminded her of her 'no good Gryffindor sister of whom she would
never speak of.' Lucius shook his head. He had not thought of his
mother or the aunt he had never seen since his parents deaths four
years ago, and did not wish to start now, particularly as the funeral
had brought to light some nasty rumours about the Malfoy bloodline.
They were, of course, untrue; the Malfoy blood line remained one of
the purest there was. The Potters blood had been soiled since the
last male had tied himself to a Mudblood. The Parkinson's too were
not as pure as they pretended to be; Lucius knew for a fact that
Roland Parkinson's great-great-great grandfather had been a
half-blood at most. Even the Black's were no longer untainted,
since Sirius, the only surviving male, had run off with a male,
half-blooded werewolf, and one of his cousin's (Lucius refused
think of her as his own wife's sister) had married a Muggle-born.
In fact, the purest wizarding family besides the Malfoy's were the
Weasly's,
and you couldn't exactly count them.
Lucius let
his mind wonder, as he stared at the flames in the fire-place.
Narcissa Black had been a good choice, he thought. Her bloodline had
been pure when he had first met her, and had remained so until at
least a year after they had been married. Although it had been an
arranged marriage, he had grown to love his wife, and she to him. He
felt proud that his son (Narcissa was heavily pregnant, and the
healers had confirmed that she was carrying a boy) would be born into
a clean, pure, untainted
family. He was debating on what to name the boy. It had been his
father's wish that Lucius's first born be named after himself,
seeing as Lucius's mother had got to call her son after her
father, but Lucius had never got on with his father at all, and he
didn't really like his fathers name anyway. Besides, Eglantine Nott
was planning on calling her
son Theodore after her own father (many, Lucius included, believed
Theodore Malfoy and Eglantine's father to be one and the same,
particularly as her hair was precisely the same colour as Lucius's,
and that her mother had never been married.) Lucius was currently
toying with his own name, but Lucian, Lucifer and Lucas didn't
really appeal to him. Perhaps he would go completely different,
ignore tradition and name his son Rex or Bobby or something. He
smirked slightly at the thought of what his mother would say, were
she alive, if he announced the birth of his son as 'Bob Malfoy'.
As this amusing image faded, he glanced at the large book shelf
containing many volumes of 'The book of Malfoy – A family
registry'. Perhaps something in there will give him inspiration.
Lucius
stood up reluctantly from his armchair, and glided with unconscious
grace over to the book case. He selected volume 97, which was the
oldest one he could find not written in Latin. He could, of course,
read Latin, but it was late, he was tired and he really didn't have
much time for the near-dead language anyway. He lowered himself back
into his favourite chair, and opened the book at random. Many names,
dates and accomplishments jumped out at him from the page.
Oswald
Malfoy. Born 1297. Died 1333. Wrote the document legalising
Muggle-killing as a sport.
Napier
Raban Malfoy. Born 1305. Died 1345. Lead the protest to make it
illegal to marry Muggles and allow Muggle-borns to study magic.
Quiller Alaric Malfoy. Born 1328. Died 1343. Killed by
Muggle-born rioters when he defended his father's proposal to ban
Muggle-borns from learning magic.
Some
names were crossed out, Lucius noticed. They had obviously committed
some felony that made them unworthy to carry the name of Malfoy, so
had been cut out of records. He could still make out the names of
some of them.
Algernon
Malfoy. Born 1455.
Bevis Malfoy. Born 1457. Died 1470. Died for
family honour.
Family
honour. In other words, the head of the family had had him killed to
preserve the purity of the Malfoy name. Lucius did the math in his
head. 1457 to 1470. Bevis had been 13 then. There were only three
reasons why a 13 year old would have been killed for family honour in
1400's. The boy was either a vampire, a werewolf, or a squib.
Lucius suspected the latter, as he knew that there had been one squib
and one werewolf in the family, and both had been disposed of
quickly. Also, he discovered upon turning the page that another name
had been crossed out so ferociously that it had almost ripped
through.
Ulric
Randolph Malfoy. Born 1482.
Lucius
couldn't make out the date of death; whoever had crossed out Ulric
Randolph's name had evidently snapped the quill in their fury, as
there was a huge ink splat across the rest of the line. He had
obviously been the werewolf then.
Lucius quickly grew bored with the Malfoy anthology, though he idly flicked through the pages, feigning interest out of habit, though his mother had long since stopped criticising him for not being proud enough of his heritage. That was one of the many perks Lucius had found since her death; she had stopped telling him that he was a disappointment to her and his father.
As
he was about to close the book, thinking that his son would have to
be called Theodore Lucifer after all, he caught sight of a name that
had not been crossed out. In fact, it looked as though the utmost
care had been taken to preserve it.
Phineas
'Serpent-tongue' Malfoy. Born 1673. Died 1747. First Malfoy
Parsel-mouth since Linda Malfoy in 907.
Phineas...
that meant snake didn't it? Or serpent? There might be something in
that... Lucius didn't particularly like the name Phineas, and
although he would know it'd be after a valued member of the house
of Malfoy's history, the first person who would come to anyone
else's mind would be Phineas Nigellus, and he didn't want anyone
to think he, Lucius Bertram Malfoy, had named his son after the least
popular Hogwarts headmaster, even if he was his wife's great
grand-uncle or something.
No, not Phineas,
but naming his son after a serpent did sound promising. Lucius
thought hard, and even leafed through several more volumes of the
Malfoy registry, trying to remember more names meaning Snake, or
Serpent.
Over
an hour later, he still had nothing. Apparently, Phineas was the only
male name in existence that meant snake. Again, Lucius was just
thinking that Lucas was not such a bad name really, when he suddenly
remembered the long-ago Latin lessons he had hated so much as a
child. He had never really paid attention to his teacher, earning him
many beatings, and once even a crucio
from his father, but he could vaguely remember learning the names for
some plants and animals. Snake... what was it again? Lucius had a
feeling it began with a D and also had another meaning.
Sighing,
he heaved himself out of the chair again, and made his way to the
library. There was defiantly a Latin dictionary there (and he thought
that there was a list of names in the back of it too); Lucius had
been whacked over the back of the head with it enough times for
pronouncing things wrong to remember exactly where it was kept.
He
found it; sitting, where he knew it would be, at the very back of the
shelf closest to the floor. He placed it on the table in the centre
of the room, drew his wand and muttered, 'serpent' at the book,
tapping the spine. It flew open and said, in a voice that reminded
Lucius unpleasantly of his father;
"Draco.
From the Latin meaning snake or serpent. Also meaning Dragon."
Draco! That was it! Draco Malfoy. Finally, a name worthy of the son of Lucius Malfoy. A powerful, respectable name for the heir of a powerful, respectable, pure-blooded family.
And more importantly to Lucius at the moment, finding a name for his son meant he could finally go to bed.
Just as he was about to open the door to the master bedroom, he stopped, and turned instead to the room next door. It was a slightly smaller bed room, and the bed was not nearly as comfortable, but Narcissa had said that she wasn't feeling to well that night, and Lucius knew that she liked to sleep alone when she was ill. Tomorrow, he would tell her that he had found the perfect name for his son. Their son.
****
Narcissa Malfoy loved many things
Narcissa Malfoy loved her husband. She loved her sister, Bellatrix. She loved her home, huge and expensive. She loved the child growing inside her. But most of all, she loved the thrill of knowing that what she was doing with Muggle men would horrify anyone who knew her.
Sex with Muggles was not nearly as pleasurable as sex with a wizard (the spells she had taken for granted with Lucius were not possible with non-magic folk) but there was something extremely arousing about knowing that you were betraying your families ideals.
The
Muggle man she was currently involved with collapsed on top of her,
having just cried out her name at the top of his voice as he came for
the third time that night. He kissed his way up her neck until his
lips met hers. She ran her fingers through his blond hair. All of her
Muggle lovers had been blond. This one reminded her of Lucius; his
hair was almost
the same shade, just slightly darker.
She wasn't really paying
much attention to the Muggle, who had shifted his position so he was
beside her rather then on top, until he started caressing her
pregnant belly.
"What are you doing?"
He smiled at her.
"Talking to our child. I want him to know his fathers voice, so
he will recognise it when we finally meet."
Narcissa had lied to
Lucius about exactly how pregnant she was. As soon as she had
discovered she was with child, she had begged Lucius for sex with out
contraceptive spells, and he had happily obliged. It was the only way
to be sure that Lucius would never doubt that the child was his.
Nevertheless, it annoyed Narcissa to hear the Muggle call her
baby 'our child', even if it technically was.
"It is my
husband's baby." She said stiffly. "His and mine. You will have
nothing to do with it, is that clear?"
The Muggle frowned. "You
and I both know it's mine.
I have rights to see him when I want to."
"You
will have nothing to do with it!"
she screeched. "My
son will never know you exist! Lucius will be his father, not some
Muggle like you!"
The Muggle, although never having heard the word before, couldn't
mistake that 'Muggle' was intended to insult him.
"NOW
LISTEN HERE CISSY! I've been happy to do this with you, even if you
are married. I knew you probably wouldn't leave that big mansion
and that rich husband for me, but this is my
child
we're talking about! I have rights! If you don't let me see my
son, then I'm going right up there to that husband of yours and
telling him everything. You'll lose it all, Narcissa."
"AVADA
KEDAVRA!" screamed Narcissa, pointing her wand at the Muggle. He
collapsed on top of her once more, this time his dead weight taking
no care not to crush her stomach.
She rolled out from underneath
him, and got dressed. It was a shame to of had to kill this one. She
had almost liked him, but he had a strange resistance to memory
charms and she couldn't take any chances. She had killed some of
her Muggle lovers before of course, but most only required a memory
wipe. However when she had been forced to Obliviate this one before,
he had proved... difficult. A stronger charm had been required, and
quite frankly, she couldn't be bothered to do it again. Killing was
much quicker and easier. She didn't even glance at the naked body
laying face down where he had fallen on the bed before she
disaperated.
She
aperated directly into the master bedroom of Malfoy Manor. As she
knew he would, Lucius had done what she had requested, and was
sleeping in the second bedroom. He always
did what she asked and left her alone to 'sleep' when ever she
'felt ill'.
As she got into the king-size bed, her thoughts
returned to the Muggles she had seduced. She slightly regretted
having to kill them and curse them, but she couldn't risk anyone
finding out. Look at what happened to her own sister, Andromeda. She
had fallen in love with a Muggle-born, and look at her now. Cut from
everybody's will. True, she was extremely happy with her husband
and daughter, but still...
Sirius too was in disgrace, but he had
been since before he started Hogwarts. Not that he had done anything
to help matters. Becoming a Gryffindor, taking Muggle-studies,
running off with a half-blood werewolf. Narcissa suspected he did
most things just to annoy his mother. He would get no inheritance
either, and Regulus had been killed recently because he doubted The
Dark Lord's ideals.
Yes.
Narcissa smiled grimly in the darkness and stroked the bump that held
her half-blood son. Yes, it is one thing to betray your family.
It's
another for them to find out about it.
So what did you think? This came to me when I was trying to write another fic about Draco's childhood. Reviews welcome! =)In fact, review highly coveted! =P
