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A/N: I invented Lucilla, don't worry this wont turn into a sue fic. I hate and despise them. Lucilla is there for the enjoyment and the temper of the Malfoy family. Enjoy.
It was very late at night and Lucius Malfoy had been sitting at his desk in his study four hours. His son and his wife had since gone to sleep. There was a faint crack in the air, a sound he knew all too well, someone had apparated to Malfoy Manor. He heard the faint knock at the door and the house elf who had gone to see to the visitor and the soft musical voice that answered it. Lucius Malfoy knew exactly who it was, he could tell even by the way the footsteps of the newcomer were arranged. He listened intently to the quiet click, click, click, of heels on cold marble until they grew louder and finally stopped in the doorway.
There stood the soft form of a twenty-four year old aristocratically aired woman with a slight grin and gloved hands. It was the form of Lucius Malfoy's sister.
"What brings you here Lucilla?" Lucius asked, his voice hard and cold, His little sister however did seem oblivious to this as she began to answer him whilst making her way into the room, looking at the spines of several books on the mantle piece.
"Oh, really, it's quite a complicated matter, nothing I can't handle by myself, of course. I've just come for a little visit that's all." she said briefly in her chatty tone before turning once more to her brother and smiling.
"At this time of night? You've left home haven't you" Lucius replied shortly, as Lucilla froze and turned slowly.
"Perhaps yes and perhaps no." she looked earnestly. Lucius nodded, pleased with himself that he had once more read his youngest sister like a book. He sat down in his chair and motioned for Lucilla to take the one opposite him. She did. He looked over his sister for a small. She was seated with impeccable posture, as their mother had raised her to. She had removed her hat and placed it on the table beside them. Lucilla was indeed a great deal younger than her brother, and at twenty four she could be confused with being the sister of his son rather than his own. She had the trademark blonde hair and pale completion of their family, but what set Lucilla apart was her green eyes and soft beautiful features.
Leisurely he leaned back further into the chair. "Lucilla, I am your brother I know when you are being troubled, or rather you don't hide your emotions well."
Lucilla's posture slackened a touch and she frowned slightly. "It would seem that I have fallen out of favour as far as out father is concerned." She confessed sheepishly.
"How so?"
"Well, you see, father in all his infinite wisdom finds it in his favour for me to be... married..." Lucilla said almost painfully.
"So I bloody well think he should!" Lucius said, Lucilla sat up straight once again a fire burning in her eyes.
"It's about time you thought of making a decent woman of yourself, Lucilla, and after all I suppose the old man just wants the very best for you." Lucius replied picking up his paper.
"Do you call my potions professor the very best?" Lucilla retorted raising an eyebrow. She knew well that Lucius did not favour the man who used to be his friend and fellow death eater, and her Potions teacher at Hogwarts; she had wondered what his thoughts would be on the subject of the two sharing a bed.
Lucius threw down his paper. "I see, my dear" he said calmly before raising himself once more. "It is not the first choice I would have made for you If I were your father, and believe me child I myself am almost old enough to be, infact I would not have picked Severus Snape for you at all. And he is certainly not going to be married to my beloved little Lucilla!" Lucius was angered. "I shall write to our father, until such a time that he may drop this outrageous claim you will find it fit to stay here with us." Lucilla breathed a huge sigh of relief before sinking herself into the chair completely. "Thankyou brother, I knew you would help me"
"Not at all my dear, now, I shall fetch the house elf to show you to your room, I imagine your things have already been sent up." Replied Lucius casually.
"There's no need, I can find it myself" replied Lucilla standing and retaining her immaculate posture, placing her hat on once more to complete her turn of the century outfit. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight" her brother echoed as he watched his little sister leave the room.
Outside the study Lucilla breathed a huge sigh of relief, It was true, she had left her father in a temper and only was it when she had apparated to the home of her brother that she realised the full extent of her actions. The Elder Mr Malfoy was a hard man, especially so to anyone who displeased him. He was also a devoted servant to Lord Voldemort. Her mother had died when she was in her fifth year at Hogwarts, and her brother Lucius had long since been married to Narcissa Black they were the only people that Lucilla could turn to. Her father had always kept Lucilla on an iron leash in fear that she would disgrace the Malfoy name. Now that she had been a year out of Extended College studying Alchemy he decided that it was time that Lucilla was taken out of his hands.
Lucilla gave a slight laugh at the thought of her father finding her missing tomorrow as she climbed one of the many staircases of Malfoy Manor when at the top she saw the form of a tall, blonde young man. "Where is my handsome nephew I wonder?" she said knowing the figure had seen her.
"Aunt Lucilla?" Draco cried form the top of the stairs before meeting his aunt halfway with a hug.
"I swear!" started Lucilla now holding her nephew at an arms length shaking her head, "If I were a few years younger and not your aunt!" she laughed.
Draco smiled taking her handbag and parasol from her and offering her his arm. "Are you staying long? Father didn't tell us you were coming to stay."
"What can I say?" shrugged the woman, "It was sort of sudden, but yes, I will be here for a while."
"Well that's fantastic, but you do know im going back to school for Seventh Year in a few days, I got my letter this morning, we are going to Diagon Alley tomorrow to get my school things." Said Draco slightly annoyed.
"Oh! Don't be like that! You're a prefect you need to set an example, besides- Why don't you and I go? As an aunt-nephew thing."
"That's easy for you to say, you liked school." Draco rolled his eyes, "At least you too were a prefect, do you have any idea of the amount of stuff we do." Now it was Lucilla's time to scoff. "I'm a Malfoy, of course I was a prefect." She said as they reached the top of the stairs. "Now, we will talk tomorrow, your aunt Lucilla is very tired." She took her things from her nephew and kissed him on the head. "Ill see you in the morning."
Draco nodded and just as he was about to turn away a light switched on in Lucilla's head. "Draco?" she called after him, he turned on his heel.
"Yes Aunt?"
"What are you doing fully dressed wandering around this wing of the manor at two am in the morning?" she raised an eyebrow in the way that she did when she knew that she had a point.
Draco was lost for words. "Don't worry, im not going to snitch to your father, just get some rest." And with that she closed the door to her chamber that Lucius had made especially for her all those years ago.
Lucilla stood in the middle of the room observing it from the newly lit fireplace to the paintings on the walls she stopped and lingered on her favourite one, "Psyche opening the door into Cupid's Garden" by John William Waterhouse. It was a muggle's painting but she could not find it within her heart to destroy it like her father had instructed. Even Lucius had told her to get rid of the muggle filth, but could not bring himself to take it away from her by force.
She looked at the bookshelves, all her books were there she looked at them and among them immediately found her Hogwarts Year Book from the year that she left. She decided against looking into it for the moment, she really was becoming very drowsy.
With a deep sigh, Lucilla took off her dress coat and the 1900's style of dress that many women of aristocratic wizarding families still wore; she took off her corset and sat in her slip by the mirror and began brushing her hair. "Thank goodness for Lucius" she said out loud as she though about tomorrow and the coming trip to Diagon Alley.
A/N: I invented Lucilla, don't worry this wont turn into a sue fic. I hate and despise them. Lucilla is there for the enjoyment and the temper of the Malfoy family. Enjoy.
It was very late at night and Lucius Malfoy had been sitting at his desk in his study four hours. His son and his wife had since gone to sleep. There was a faint crack in the air, a sound he knew all too well, someone had apparated to Malfoy Manor. He heard the faint knock at the door and the house elf who had gone to see to the visitor and the soft musical voice that answered it. Lucius Malfoy knew exactly who it was, he could tell even by the way the footsteps of the newcomer were arranged. He listened intently to the quiet click, click, click, of heels on cold marble until they grew louder and finally stopped in the doorway.
There stood the soft form of a twenty-four year old aristocratically aired woman with a slight grin and gloved hands. It was the form of Lucius Malfoy's sister.
"What brings you here Lucilla?" Lucius asked, his voice hard and cold, His little sister however did seem oblivious to this as she began to answer him whilst making her way into the room, looking at the spines of several books on the mantle piece.
"Oh, really, it's quite a complicated matter, nothing I can't handle by myself, of course. I've just come for a little visit that's all." she said briefly in her chatty tone before turning once more to her brother and smiling.
"At this time of night? You've left home haven't you" Lucius replied shortly, as Lucilla froze and turned slowly.
"Perhaps yes and perhaps no." she looked earnestly. Lucius nodded, pleased with himself that he had once more read his youngest sister like a book. He sat down in his chair and motioned for Lucilla to take the one opposite him. She did. He looked over his sister for a small. She was seated with impeccable posture, as their mother had raised her to. She had removed her hat and placed it on the table beside them. Lucilla was indeed a great deal younger than her brother, and at twenty four she could be confused with being the sister of his son rather than his own. She had the trademark blonde hair and pale completion of their family, but what set Lucilla apart was her green eyes and soft beautiful features.
Leisurely he leaned back further into the chair. "Lucilla, I am your brother I know when you are being troubled, or rather you don't hide your emotions well."
Lucilla's posture slackened a touch and she frowned slightly. "It would seem that I have fallen out of favour as far as out father is concerned." She confessed sheepishly.
"How so?"
"Well, you see, father in all his infinite wisdom finds it in his favour for me to be... married..." Lucilla said almost painfully.
"So I bloody well think he should!" Lucius said, Lucilla sat up straight once again a fire burning in her eyes.
"It's about time you thought of making a decent woman of yourself, Lucilla, and after all I suppose the old man just wants the very best for you." Lucius replied picking up his paper.
"Do you call my potions professor the very best?" Lucilla retorted raising an eyebrow. She knew well that Lucius did not favour the man who used to be his friend and fellow death eater, and her Potions teacher at Hogwarts; she had wondered what his thoughts would be on the subject of the two sharing a bed.
Lucius threw down his paper. "I see, my dear" he said calmly before raising himself once more. "It is not the first choice I would have made for you If I were your father, and believe me child I myself am almost old enough to be, infact I would not have picked Severus Snape for you at all. And he is certainly not going to be married to my beloved little Lucilla!" Lucius was angered. "I shall write to our father, until such a time that he may drop this outrageous claim you will find it fit to stay here with us." Lucilla breathed a huge sigh of relief before sinking herself into the chair completely. "Thankyou brother, I knew you would help me"
"Not at all my dear, now, I shall fetch the house elf to show you to your room, I imagine your things have already been sent up." Replied Lucius casually.
"There's no need, I can find it myself" replied Lucilla standing and retaining her immaculate posture, placing her hat on once more to complete her turn of the century outfit. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight" her brother echoed as he watched his little sister leave the room.
Outside the study Lucilla breathed a huge sigh of relief, It was true, she had left her father in a temper and only was it when she had apparated to the home of her brother that she realised the full extent of her actions. The Elder Mr Malfoy was a hard man, especially so to anyone who displeased him. He was also a devoted servant to Lord Voldemort. Her mother had died when she was in her fifth year at Hogwarts, and her brother Lucius had long since been married to Narcissa Black they were the only people that Lucilla could turn to. Her father had always kept Lucilla on an iron leash in fear that she would disgrace the Malfoy name. Now that she had been a year out of Extended College studying Alchemy he decided that it was time that Lucilla was taken out of his hands.
Lucilla gave a slight laugh at the thought of her father finding her missing tomorrow as she climbed one of the many staircases of Malfoy Manor when at the top she saw the form of a tall, blonde young man. "Where is my handsome nephew I wonder?" she said knowing the figure had seen her.
"Aunt Lucilla?" Draco cried form the top of the stairs before meeting his aunt halfway with a hug.
"I swear!" started Lucilla now holding her nephew at an arms length shaking her head, "If I were a few years younger and not your aunt!" she laughed.
Draco smiled taking her handbag and parasol from her and offering her his arm. "Are you staying long? Father didn't tell us you were coming to stay."
"What can I say?" shrugged the woman, "It was sort of sudden, but yes, I will be here for a while."
"Well that's fantastic, but you do know im going back to school for Seventh Year in a few days, I got my letter this morning, we are going to Diagon Alley tomorrow to get my school things." Said Draco slightly annoyed.
"Oh! Don't be like that! You're a prefect you need to set an example, besides- Why don't you and I go? As an aunt-nephew thing."
"That's easy for you to say, you liked school." Draco rolled his eyes, "At least you too were a prefect, do you have any idea of the amount of stuff we do." Now it was Lucilla's time to scoff. "I'm a Malfoy, of course I was a prefect." She said as they reached the top of the stairs. "Now, we will talk tomorrow, your aunt Lucilla is very tired." She took her things from her nephew and kissed him on the head. "Ill see you in the morning."
Draco nodded and just as he was about to turn away a light switched on in Lucilla's head. "Draco?" she called after him, he turned on his heel.
"Yes Aunt?"
"What are you doing fully dressed wandering around this wing of the manor at two am in the morning?" she raised an eyebrow in the way that she did when she knew that she had a point.
Draco was lost for words. "Don't worry, im not going to snitch to your father, just get some rest." And with that she closed the door to her chamber that Lucius had made especially for her all those years ago.
Lucilla stood in the middle of the room observing it from the newly lit fireplace to the paintings on the walls she stopped and lingered on her favourite one, "Psyche opening the door into Cupid's Garden" by John William Waterhouse. It was a muggle's painting but she could not find it within her heart to destroy it like her father had instructed. Even Lucius had told her to get rid of the muggle filth, but could not bring himself to take it away from her by force.
She looked at the bookshelves, all her books were there she looked at them and among them immediately found her Hogwarts Year Book from the year that she left. She decided against looking into it for the moment, she really was becoming very drowsy.
With a deep sigh, Lucilla took off her dress coat and the 1900's style of dress that many women of aristocratic wizarding families still wore; she took off her corset and sat in her slip by the mirror and began brushing her hair. "Thank goodness for Lucius" she said out loud as she though about tomorrow and the coming trip to Diagon Alley.