Bicentennial Anniversary
A/N Reposting after many years.
A/N Well you may find this odd, or lovely, I guess it just depends on the type of person that you are. Anyway this is set 200 years after Harry's eighteenth birthday roughly in 2198, and all of it takes place inside portraits, which are impressions of the witch or wizard at the time of painting. Of course if the portraits have been hung up and talking to people then they will of course know about other things that have taken place since the portrait was painted. I will try to describe the scenes that the pictures include.
As an extra in case you get confused –
Part 1 – Lucius and Narcissa's formal wedding portrait, in the Manor.
Part 2 – James and Lily's graduation portrait, at the lake on the Hogwarts grounds.
Part 3 – Draco's formal 18th portrait, relaxed pose.
Part 4 – Harry's last weekend at Hogwarts, Gryffindor 7th year dorm window.
Part 5 – Helena Malfoy who is alive at this time (2198).
Oh and thoughts of a character are in italics.
Part 1 -
Lucius stood from his overstuffed leather chair by the fire and stalked to a nearby bookcase. He returned to his chair with book in hand, after five minutes of reading he ripped a couple of pages out of the book and scrunched them up into a ball.
"Draco, you are a living painting and that means that you are supposed to move." Lucius threw the paper ball at Draco who didn't even glance as the ball rolled past his feet.
"Lucius! Stop tormenting the boy, if he wants to be miserable then let him." Narcissa was used to reprimanding her husband and wondered why on earth she let herself be painted with him.
"He hasn't spoken in two hundred years, I wouldn't call that miserable, and I would call it anarchy." Lucius huffed and threw himself down into his chair.
"You do over react sometime Lucius; maybe you should just put up the Christmas decorations and have a sherry. That always makes you feel better. Hmm?"
Lucius proceeded to hang tinsel around the fireplace and mistletoe above the door, all the while sipping from a very large glass of sherry and muttering about 'stupid sons who don't speak'.
Part 2 -
"Lils, I'm worried about him."
"Who James?" Lily was used to the cryptic remarks of her husband and could even sound nice when she replied.
"Harry, he hasn't said anything for a while. All he does is just sit there, blinking, thinking and sleeping. It's almost as if he doesn't want to still be alive within his frame."
"Maybe he just wants some alone time to think before Christmas."
"I doubt it; he was doing this before Christmas. See look, he just gave a long suffering sigh." James pointed into the next picture where Harry could be seen sitting in a window, staring out at the landscape before him.
"James, leave him alone. Remember that we don't know exactly what he is like so this could be one of his normal moods."
"Pah, the boy just needs to get some of his fathers Christmas spirit."
"James, I forbid you to leave this frame. You will not meddle in our son's life, even if it is only a portrait. No he has only been hanging there for a few months, even if he has been painted for two hundred years. You do not know what he is like, maybe he'll get over it in time for Christmas." James simply huffed at his wife's words.
Part 3 -
* Flashback – Christmas Day (aged 18) *
Why? Bloody Dumbledore, he just had to send Harry away on a secret mission at Christmas didn't he? Christmas of all holidays, the one that I actually do enjoy celebrating, and the first that I would be able to spend with Harry, just Harry. No other family or friends, just my lovely Harry. Now I'm stuck with the cramp twins, pug-face and Blaise-I-want-to-sleep-with-your-boyfriend-Zabini. Oh and my lovely parents, who are right on time as always.
"Mother, father, good morning and merry Christmas. It is such a lovely spread as usual; the elves have really outdone themselves this year." I am such a suck up.
"Draco, you liked your presents I trust?"
"Certainly father." The bastard knows that I want to be with Harry – I bet he helped Voldemort do something so that Harry would have to be sent away. Mean old bugger.
"Good, and then this afternoon you will have your portrait done for the corridor upstairs. It will be hung next to the one from our wedding. It will mark your coming of age as a Malfoy."
"It will be a pleasure father." A fucking portrait, why me? Well at least Harry's back soon – I hope. Anyway I'm glad that it's only me, even if I do have to be beside them for eternity. When Harry and I move in together we'll have one done of the two of us so that we really can be together forever.
* End of Flashback *
Part 4 –
I really wish that they wouldn't talk about me as if I wasn't here. Well technically they're in a different painting, but still. You know, you could just talk Harry, and then they would find out what they want to know. Yes but then you would have no mystique left. They're your parents for God's sake. Anyway would you really want to tell them what happened that year? No of course you don't, they would probably disown you if you told them that. Maybe it was a good job that we weren't able to marry.
* Flashback – Christmas – 20th December (aged 18) *
"Now Harry, I think that you have enough training to be able to dispose of Voldemort now. If it is possible I would like to send you away tomorrow, so that you can prepare for a couple of days and then attack suddenly. Voldemort is not likely to be expecting you on Christmas day. He'll most likely be eating his turkey and mashed potatoes, try and turn up at about two thirty." Dumbledore had that god-awful twinkle in his eye, the one that made Harry want to kill something right there on the spot.
"Albus, it's Christmas, I refuse to go and attack him now, and surely it can wait until Boxing Day?"
"My dear boy, you have to understand that he waits for no one, not even me anymore."
"Fine, but you can be the one to deal with Draco when he finds out that I won't be spending Christmas with him."
"Ah yes, about Mr Malfoy, he was taken away this morning to spend Christmas with his parents at Malfoy Manor. He was persistent that he should say goodbye to you, however, Lucius was adamant that he would not wait." Dumbledore glanced at the floor.
"He, I, he's gone?" Harry sank down into the chair and grabbed a sherbet lemon. He played with it before popping it into his mouth.
"Yes, I'm afraid that he has." Dumbledore looked almost afraid of what Harry would do, especially after Harry had trashed the office in his fifth year.
"But what if I never see him again? I didn't get to say goodbye, and it's all that bastards fault again." Harry said around his sweet.
"I'm afraid that I cannot say anything to make you feel better, and Lucius would not appreciate the boy-who-lived arriving at his gates demanding to see his son."
"Fine then. I will go and kill your lovely enemy, and if I see Lucius then he will die by my hand to, and I shall feel no sorrow."
* End flashback *
Maybe I should have just gone to the manor that day, or maybe I should just have not gone, then what would Dumbledore have done? So many what ifs, but they still wouldn't have changed the final outcome; not even after all my training did I feel prepared. None of the Order was there either. Maybe it was just Dumbledore trying to find a way to get me killed – maybe he had always liked Tom better.
* Flashback – Christmas Day (aged 18) *
Voldemort looked up from his turkey and stuffing as Harry entered the grand dining room of the Riddle House. Harry sat down casually, twirling his newly acquired wand in his fingers. It was just him and Tom, a single face off, one on one, for the final time. With Harry's 'invincible' new weapon – a curse that Dumbledore created for this specific purpose - which would only work with the specially created wand that had been commissioned for Harry. Mr Ollivander had been only too willing, and had even kept it a secret.
"Tom, so nice to see you enjoying yourself and all on your own I see, is Lucius not even keeping you company?" Harry fought to keep the smirk from his face.
"Potter, of course Lucius is not keeping me company. He has the family image to uphold, so of course he is not spending it with me, as much as I would like him to."
"You're sleeping together?" Gross, gross, gross, so that's what that bloody pimp cane Lucius carries is for. Oh Christ bad mental image.
"No need to be repulsed by it. The idea of you and young Mr Malfoy is not disconcerting in the least. Still at least he will come back to me once I have killed you."
"Who says you'll kill me? I might kill you, and then I'll go and interficient your Death Eaters. But you can't hear me can you? No, of course not, dead men cannot hear. Now I'll just take your heart to show Dumbledore and my adoring public." Harry ripped the heart out of the body that was slumped in front of him. Stupid old bugger didn't even notice that I was going to kill him, honestly my wand was out and everything. Hey, maybe I can floo to Malfoy Manor from here. If they're together then there's probably a link.
"Malfoy Manor." Harry commanded before he stepped into the green flames. He tripped over as he came out of the other end, falling over a boy sitting on a straight backed chair reading a book.
"Harry?" Draco didn't say anything else, but his eyes filled with wonder as he looked at Harry's appearance. He was sooty, a bit ruffled and covered in blood, still clasping the heart in his hand.
"As happy as I am at seeing you, you need to take me to your father." Harry looked at Draco with such love that he understood the plea from Harry to not ask questions, but just take him straight there.
"This way love." Draco led Harry to the drawing room where Lucius was sipping at a cup of tea.
"Lucius, long time no see. Draco, will you please stay outside for a second?"
"Harry, I only want to say one thing."
"Well?" Harry didn't sound annoyed but he did look as though he were being haunted by bodiless voices.
"Harry, just remember that I love you more than life itself, less than tomorrow and more than yesterday." Draco gave him a chaste kiss on the lips before departing.
"Cup of tea Potter?" Lucius asked as stood in the doorway.
"This isn't a visit for pleasure; I merely came to return this to you. Seeing as how you loved each other very much." Harry tossed the bloody heart at Lucius, who barely managed to catch it before it fell into his cup of tea.
"Who does the heart belong to?" Lucius already feared the worst and was just waiting for Harry to confirm his suspicion.
"Your latest lover." Harry smirked, an annoying new habit that he had picked up from Draco.
"T, Tom?" Lucius asked shakily.
"Who else? Anyway that's all that I wanted, unless you want to," but Harry was cut off by the sudden green glow in the room, and the door bursting open.
* End flashback *
I cannot believe that I walked right into Malfoy Manor, no by or leave, just straight in and I didn't get the chance to tell Draco what I really wanted to. I really should think before I do anything, it does usually get me into all kinds of trouble.
Draco, I doubt that you will hear this but I love you, more than I have ever loved anything else. I would still give anything to be with you. If only your father hadn't killed us both, and with you watching as well. I understand why he killed himself but the curse wasn't even aimed at me. Maybe because I had escaped death so many times that it all caught up with me when he cast the curse.
Oh if only I could see you again, just one more time, even just a photo. Although I'm sure that there will be a portrait of you in the Manor. Maybe with your wife, and children, I'm sure that you carried on the Malfoy line, even if you didn't want to. I just hope that it wasn't Parkinson, or Bulstrode. You would have had such ugly children with both.
Stupid Christmas, it always dredges up the memories.
(Interficiet – kill them)