Cast Away's Lullaby Chapter 1
A/N: Well I think I've officially gone round the loopy bend with this particular plotbunny. It's a weird concept but it just might be weird enough to work. It'll be different that's for sure. This pairing that I'm doing with the three boys isn't a romantic one this time. It's a family fic and has that adventure element that is kind of catchy these days. Anywho, on with the story. Tell me your thoughts on it and we'll see what happens.-MoonlitShadow
The wind whipped through the darkened ship's sails as it swayed back and forth on the tumultuous waves of the town's port. It was half past six in the evening and the sun was beginning to set over the cloudy horizon. Matteo stroked his grey beard and adjusted his cap as he gazed out over the murky waters. His captain and dearest friend had just passed on to the graves of the sea and had given him an almost impossible last request. The old man had asked that his three son's be reunited once again and told of their vast fortune on the open seas. Matteo knew that his friend's request was not just out of the kindness of his heart, but of great necessity now that a new war had broken out amongst their people. Danger loomed on the horizon as he swallowed hard and watched as another ship appeared just below the sun's dying rays. It was time for the boys to come home. This he knew with all his heart. But how exactly to tell them all that they needed to know was a troubling problem in itself. The elderly man's ancient eyes crinkled with sadness as he thought of how his friend and captain would never get to meet the sons that he cherished so dearly.
Their mother had separated them and scattered them about the wizarding world as soon as the first war had reached the open seas. Matteo and his captain had struggled to understand her decision to run, but in the end had agreed that it had been the best that could have been done. As the ship swayed lazily next to the docks, Matteo sighed heavily and closed his eyes for just a moment; relishing in the peace and quiet that soon would be interrupted by the chaos of his crew. He would be instated as the captain until the boys came home to officially take his place. Until then, he worried about the fate of the crew and the fleet that he had been with his entire life. Opening his eyes, he glanced down at the pieces of parchment that listed the boy's addresses and names. Draco, Charlie and Viktor. Three sons that he had yet to meet. Three boys that had lost their greatest ally. They would never get to know the pleasure of their father's company and he silently promised each of them that he would do his best to carry on their father's legacy and teach them all they needed to know about their true identities and the fates that they were destined to have.
His eyes found each of their pictures and he ran his fingers over their faces gently and smiled down at the boy's that each looked so different yet so alike at the same time. Draco had their mother's eyes. Viktor had their father's face. Charlie had their mother's hair. Each of them so different, yet the same. The sounds of the crew having dinner below deck reached his ears and he carefully folded the pieces of parchment and waved his hand so they disappeared once again into his back pocket. It was time. The boys needed to be found and told of their identities. It was time for a legacy to continue on once again.