Author's Note: The long awaited, long ago promised story of everyone's favorite brothers. Come on, who doesn't love a Malfoy story? Please be kind to your fanfic writer and review.

Disclaimer: "If we shadows have offended, think but this and all is mended,

       That you did but slumber'd here while these visions did appear.

       And this weak and idle theme is no more yielding then a dream."

-Midsummer's Night Dream

Brothers Grim

By: Lady Erised

Along a forgotten coast in England, in a section commonly overlooked by both Muggle and Wizard travelers there stands a house. It is abandon now, with the family that once occupied this house long since relocated overseas (and in doing so, truly living up to what the family does best: fleeing.) There is no house elf to fight off the collecting the dust, keep up to the crumbling walls, or even remember this once proud name. The women that use to prim and preen when the sons passed now shook their heads, sadly and spoke in mute voices about them over tea.

"Such a shame, don't you think?" They would say, tapping finely manicured nails on equally fine china. "That all three brothers should face such an end?"

"I always knew there was something awry about that family." Came the popular counter lament, followed by the muted chide. "Arrogant bunch, don't you think?"

"Yes, but handsome…true enough, very handsome."

"Don't you remember those lovely parties they'd throw? Oh, the parties."

"In that great big house they had…such a lovely house."

"Oh yes, the Fields was so gorgeous."

"Shame, don't you think? To see the house in such a state…"

"Oh yes…pass the sugar, would you, darling?"

And it was true enough for in all its glory, the Elysian Fields had no rival in splendor. Huge glass doors, and windows opened up the house letting any possible ray of sunlight in. It was set upon a hill, overlooking the ocean and during the day the water adorned it like a crown.  Fine masonry adorned every possible edging, archway and doorframe and was both envied and celebrated throughout the gentry's circles. Snakes, and gargoyles leered at visitors set against the intricate stain glass windows, and rich colored furniture. Invitations to parties thrown at the Elysian Fields were sought after zealously and one was the ultimate status symbol in England's magical community.

The parties began almost immediately after Marjorie Nott married Karel Malfoy. Karel had moved to England from Germany, fleeing from unwanted press concerning some of his less-then-legal business ventures. He had amassed a private fortune that made him both known and hated. Fearing that infamy, Karel, a quiet and simple man by nature, retired and relocated to England with hopes of living a remotely uncomplicated life. In England, he married his niece Marjorie and settled into what he hoped would be a quiet, uneventful life.

Marjorie had grown up in England, accustomed to the wealth and prestige of the ruling class, and wasted no time in using her husband's wedding gift to her, the beautiful Elysian Fields, to make the Malfoy name a titan among names like Nott, Avery, Wilkes and powerful enough to include Moon and Snape among it's allies.

And as her womanly duty, she gave Karel what he wanted most in the life: three beautiful Aryan sons, with his own crystal blue eyes and pale blond hair that shone like the sun. There was never a more devoted father then Karel was, but like most German men, he knew there was a strict order of discipline and distance that must be maintained. Karel was a man of the old order of things, a German father who himself had come of age during the 1930's and 1940's; in a time where truth, honor and prestige was won by cunning and strength of character.

Few families would help shape a time like these brothers were destined too. To say they were a portrait of the times would perhaps subtract from them and make their loses and victories somehow airy and meaningless but at the same time to say they were different for better or worst would take away any reason for me to tell you their stories now. In truth, dear reader, they are as unique and timeless as any story, in any place would be. Theirs is a tale full of everything life is supposed to contain. Their lives would encompass uncontained love, joy and ecstasy, while also dealing with great pain, betrayal, and deceit. The stress that tore a nation apart would do the same to this family but in the golden years of their youth, the trouble times that followed, and finally in the uncertainty and fear that spelled the end- they would be what they always were-

Brothers.

This is their story.