Disclaimer - I don't own Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa, Severus Snape, or any other person from the Harry Potter Universe. I just merely borrow them

A/N - Lettere del passato means Letters from the Past in Italian, which is basically what this is.

Written for ReillyJades "A Letter from My Hogwarts Days" Challenge in which I got Lucius Malfoy.

I had fun writing this, review if you like it.


Lucius looked up from the paperwork neatly piled on the desk upon hearing a tapping on the window. He never expected any owls on his birthday, the only people who knew about it were constantly around him. Heaving himself up off the chair he let the owl in, seeing an old and battered letter attached to its leg.

"Well, what do we have here?" he asked the owl, taking the letter from its leg and offering it a small treat. The owl took it before flying off, not leaving Lucius any time to figure out who the bird belonged to. Settling back into his chair, he carefully prised off the wax from the envelopes flap and started to read.


Dear Lucius of the future.

15th April 1970

First off, I hope you have had a delightful birthday.

Do you even remember writing this letter in Hogwarts? You thought it was a stupid idea and made the class sound like we were Muggles. I bet reading this; you still regard it as a Muggle thing.

How is your 'darling' wife Narcissa? Living up to her sisters standards in the bedroom? What possessed Father to arrange that certain marriage, I have no idea.

How is Severus? If you remember there was a bit of a thing going on between you and him at this time. Is he still fighting for the more Dominant role, even though he knows Malfoys will never 'bottom'?

Remember. We Pure-Bloods must stick together. Anything less than a Pure-Blood witch or wizard is the bane of all the Wizarding World.

I will leave you to think now.

Lucius Malfoy of the past.


Lucius sat back, mulling over the letter he himself had written at the age of sixteen. Tapping his finger against his chin, Lucius pulled out a clean piece of parchment, dipping his quill into the emerald green ink the Malfoys were known for and let himself write.


Dear Lucius of the past.

15th April 1980

Narcissa is doing very well. She is ready to give birth to the heir of Malfoy Manor any day now.

I do remember writing that now that I have read through it. And it still is a rather Muggle thing to do, it has been a surprise to see it once more.

Narcissa is better than her sister in so many ways, so I have no complaints there. Once you get past the icy exterior, it is very true about what they say about blondes. They really do know how to have fun.

Severus is still Severus. He has been tipped to become the youngest Potions teacher that Hogwarts has ever had, and will probably take Slughorns place. We have had no more arguments like that since he did realise that he is beneath me in every way.

I will take my leave now, as I am just writing to a piece of paper that has no use to me.

Lucius of the Future.


Carefully placing the quill on the smooth mahogany desk, Lucius slipped both letters into the envelope. Turning them in his hands he debated over burning the parchment or placing it somewhere. Watching the fire, he made a snap decision placing the envelope on the side and starting a new letter.


Lucius.

15th April 1980

You probably are back in the ranks of the Dark Lord, if they have managed to resurrect him. Just remember. You have your Heir to think about...