Most characters and some mentioned events are the property of J.K. Rowling. Others are the creation and property of No Good Productions. All chapter titles belong to the is an original story written by StuckOnPrivetDrive and is property of "I Solemnly Swear I am up to No Good" Productions.
This story runs parallel to "Harry Potter and the Unmasked Truth"
The celebrity… rumors… power… it all means nothing. It comes with the money… It's what's expected, it's the Malfoy Manner. You think you know us…
The Malfoy Manner
Plain text is the present (1998 immediately following the downfall of Lord Voldemort)
Italics are thoughts
Bold is flashbacks
Chapter 1
"My Minds Unweaving"
Once Upon a time in a magical world full of witches and wizards and magical creatures of all kinds, there were many wizarding families. Some who were just considered ordinary, others were called blood traitors, half-breeds, mudbloods and some were purebloods. Purebloods were families where everyone on the family tree was magical and born of someone that was magical. Some of the families had been around for centuries and thought that they were better than everyone else.
In Wiltshire, England on an old country road, there was a beautiful mansion. Yes it was beautiful indeed, it was lovely in the snow, gorgeous when the flowers were in bloom, and really took your breath away at night when there were lights sparkling in every window. It was called Malfoy Manor, the home of one of the richest and oldest wizarding families in the world, the Malfoy's.
The Malfoy's were known for many things such as their inability to feel, their hatred of blood traitors, muggle borns, and muggles in general. They were surely not viewed as a loving family, as they walked around with their noses held high in the air, and always held the highest of standards. But what if there was something else behind that public front? What if there was a side of the Malfoy's that the world never knew? What is the real Malfoy Manner?
31 October 1971…
Young Lucius Malfoy walked down the hall of his grand home in Wiltshire. He was dressed in extremely formal black dress robes complete with white tie and gloves', covering the right side of his face was a silver mask, which covered everything and ended just above the mouth. His platinum blonde hair came to a little below his ears and he wore it slicked back as always. He was dawdling down the hall. He dreaded going downstairs to the annual Malfoy Mask.
Every year on Halloween weekend the Malfoy's would hold this extravagant masquerade. All of the elite and the most prestigious families of the wizarding world were invited and of course they were all pure bloods. Everyone who was anyone was in attendance the Crouch's, Crabbe's, Nott's, Rosier's, MacMillian's, Yaxley's, Flint's, Black's, Bulstrode's, Lestrange's, the Rookwood's, the Minister for Magic himself, and many other important people. Albus Dumbledore was always on the guest list but to everyone's joy he always declined saying he must stay at school.
Lucius hated this event he was tired of it. Not that he didn't enjoy the gathering of purebloods and drinks all night long but it was just so repetitive and Lucius was ready for something new. Every year his parents would insist that he come home from school for the weekend just to be in attendance, he wasn't alone in this as many of his schoolmates were in attendance as well.
As he reached the top of the stairs he could hear the music and the laugher coming from the ballroom, he took a deep breath before descending downstairs. The banister was decorated with garland of Masks, feathers, and beads that glittered in the dim candle light. When he reached the bottom of the steps he turned right of the stairs and continued down the hall. There were people here and there chatting, they were all wearing Masks and dressed in the most glamorous of gowns and robes. As he passed people he smiled and nodded politely, "Good evening."
As he reached the grand double doors, there was a servant at each door in dress robes, gloves, and a simple black mask they bowed and opened the doors for Lucius, he stepped in onto the platform, descended the two steps the man at the bottom of the stairs announced his presence…
"Mr. Lucius Malfoy son of Abraxas and Lucinda Malfoy," He said loud enough for people to hear and take notice if they wish.
There was a huge golden chandelier hanging in the center of the room, every corner had a six-foot tall arrangement, which included masks and feathers full of things to make them glitter beautifully in the light. Servers were walking around in dress robes gloves and simple black mask with drinks and hors d'oevers, the entire staff for the night was wearing this same outfit. There was a grand masked orchestra on the opposite wall of the entrance. There were a set of doors on each side that would lead to the dining room. On the left side of the room the wall was covered in French doors, which lead out onto the patio, and centered in front of the doors was the bar. The marble dance floor was packed with people dancing a Viennese waltz.
"Ah! Lucius my boy," Abraxashis father waved him over, "I was just telling Orion here about your new prefect position and how you're chaser for the Slytherin house team," Abraxas beamed.
"How are you Mr. Black," Lucius shook his hand
"I'm just fine except for Sirius getting into Gryffindor, he's the first Black to not be in Slytherin," he took a sip of his drink, "it's very disappointing in deed and he's amused by it. He even refused to leave school to attend this year's mask as well…" I don't blame him I don't even want to be here Lucius thought, "but it sounds like you're going to do great things," he smiled at Lucius.
"I'd like to think so sir," Lucius responded
"Oh stop being modest, maybe you could take Sirius under your wing?" suggested Abraxas
"I highly doubt he would ever listen to me," Lucius stated calmly
"My sons hopeless," Orion shook his head in shame.
Orion and Abraxas started going on about things that Lucius could care less about he smiled and nodded when they indicated to him, when one of the waiters walked past with a tray of Champagne he grabbed two, he knew this would be a long night. He downed one glass and was getting ready to gulp down the second, just as the glass grazed his lips a girl with golden hair spun around with a huge smile on her face.
She was dancing with an unidentifiable masked gentleman, he could hear the words that his father and Orion were saying but now they just faded into the music. They completely disappeared and everyone else in the room followed as the scene slowed, she was wearing a sky blue flowing gown. It was loose at the top and low cut but modest by hiding everything, it was dropped waist and the bottom flowed all around as she spun, her mask looked like golden butterfly wings and matched perfectly with her golden shoes. He was completely enchanted by her, he wanted desperately to know who she was, why hadn't he seen her before. Her blue eyes were sparking so brightly through her mask… The song ended and her partner bowed, kissed her hand and left her alone, now was his chance… he shoved his champagne glasses into the hands of the nearest waiter and hastened across the floor. Just as she was getting ready to walk off he said…
"May I have your arm?" He bowed and extended his hand
"Yes," she placed her hand in his and curtsied
He spun her around into dance position as a waltz began to play, she giggled as she turned around, and he loved hearing her laugh so he spun her around again in the opposite direction, "do you like to dance?"
"I absolutely adore it…. it's so freeing and relaxing. I'm always dancing, why walk when you can dance?" she beamed
Lucius let out a small laugh, "I like your logic."
"I like your smile," she grinned
Lucius turned red as his smiled filled his entire face, this night won't be so bad after all. As the night carried on Lucius was forced to retire his dancing shoes as his father wanted to introduce and show him off to more people. He didn't mind he was high on the smile of the girl in the golden butterfly mask.
As dinner was announced and all the guest filed into the dining room that was attached to the ballroom, Lucius hoped that she would be sitting in viewing distance from his seat. The dining room was only lit by the tall gold candelabra's on each table. The tables were covered in white linen tablecloths. The expensive white china specifically purchased for this event adorned traces of gold. The gold rim around the plates, bowls, glasses and the golden handles on the cutlery sparkled in the candlelight. Every table seated twelve with a golden mask place card in front of each seat. As he took his seat between his mother and father he was happily surprised when she sat down across from him between two other young girls.
"Are you enjoying yourself ladies?" Mrs. Malfoy asked with a smile.
"Absolutely wonderful," the girl on the right commented with a polite smile. She was wearing a black dress and crimson lipstick. She was holding her mask in front of her face it was black with diamonds in the right corner and three black feathers attached at the same corner. Regulus Black sat at her side and his parents Orion and Walburga Black sat next to him and another couple sat beside them. There was one vacant seat, which would have been filled by Sirius.
"Lucius I would like to introduce you to Cygnus and Druella Black, brother and sister in law of Walburga, they just moved back from France," he pointed to the couple Lucius didn't know.
"How do you do," Lucius nodded politely.
"These three lovely ladies over here are their daughters Andromeda, Narcissa, and Bellatrix," he indicated to them from left to right. Bellatrix put down her mask, she was stunning with her hair dark as night, Andromeda was wearing a white gown, it was entirely beaded and had a long train which she had attached to her wrist, she also lowered her mask which was made of white porcelain, also beautiful with brown hair, but Lucius felt his heart sink when Narcissa pushed her mask to the top of her head being the only one of the girls whose mask wasn't attached to a stick but was actually wearing it like a mask. She was more beautiful then he imagined, and her name was Narcissa Black.
"Andromeda and Narcissa will be starting at Hogwarts on Monday," Orion chimed in, "Perhaps you can show them around, since we know that Sirius…"
"Dad please don't start that again," whined Regulus, "besides he's a first year he needs showing around himself."
"Don't worry about it Orion, he'll come around and if he doesn't then you still have Regulus," pointed out Cygnus.
"I will be more than happy to show them the ropes," he smiled, especially Narcissa, "Did you ladies attend Beauxbatons."
"Yes, but it was a total bore," Bellatrix rolled her eyes.
"No it wasn't you just thought it was because you can barely speak French and couldn't keep up in your lessons," Andromeda smiled. "Not that you have to worry about that now since you barely graduated."
"Don't make me hex you," Bellatrix sneered, the two started bickering back and forth.
Narcissa sat back in her chair between the two and raised her eyebrows across the table at Lucius, the adults were having their own conversation about the house of Gaunt and Regulus got caught in the argument.
"What year are you?" Narcissa asked over the bickering
"Sixth and yourself?"
She smiled and held up five fingers. "Andromeda's in seventh year and Bella's been done for two years. But you could never tell from the way they behave."
"What's that supposed to mean," Andromeda stopped the argument with Bellatrix.
"She's saying you're immature," Regulus stuck his tongue out at his cousin.
"How dare you, if anyone's immature its Bella only disliking things because she can't understand them, besides how would you know you're like five," Andromeda retorted
"Nine and a half," Regulus corrected angrily
"Big difference," Andromeda rolled her eyes
"Hey! I didn't call you immature, why are you bringing me into this," they continued to bicker. Narcissa leaned back in her chair and smiled. I love this, she mouthed to Lucius and pulled her mask back down over her face and ran her fingers through her hair and smirked. Lucius knew at that moment there was no one else, she was gorgeous, and liked trouble. She was prefect…
_HOGWARTS_
Lucius Malfoy sat in the back of the a horse drawn carriage as it moved quickly up a country road, the only thing he could think about was Narcissa, every time he closed his eyes he saw her eyes through her mask and her lips form a smirk and it was driving him mad. He wondered if she had already gone to school, her and her sister were probably sorted during the Sunday night feast and my father didn't let me leave until this morning, he looked at his gold diamond incrusted watch. He would only make it to school in time for his first class. I'llbe pissed off at him if I missed the sorting. She better be in Slytherin… oh who the bloody hell cares! She's so beautiful I think I'd like her no matter what house she's in…. The party was on Saturday that's all I came home for not brunch on Sunday with the Minister and his wife. I really do hate small talk…
His thoughts were interrupted as the carriage came to a halt. He looked out the window just in time to see the gates of Hogwarts opening. The carriage started to move again up the drive and he didn't want to miss the end of breakfast. As the carriage slowed down, Lucius grabbed his cloak, the driver came around and opened the door to the carriage Lucius stepped out with his cloak over his arm and began to ascend the stairs to the main entrance. He would have to go to breakfast quickly because he had to go back to his dorm and pick up his books he was thankful that he was already wearing his uniform. He pulled open the door, there were quite a few students leaving the great hall, and there were a few stragglers still sitting at the tables. Lucius quickened his steps to the Slytherin table, well at least I can get a piece of toast, just as he reached in for a piece of toast a hand reached in and grabbed an apple from the bowl next to the toast, it was pale and the finger nails were painted black.
"Hi," Lucius looked up to see Narcissa smiling at him, damn I missed the sorting but she's in Slytherin! She had on black tights that had a hole in one leg and boots that laced up to her knees. Her white button down wasn't tucked into her gray pleaded skirt and it was wrinkled, her tie was hanging loosely around her neck, and her black robe was nowhere in sight. Her platinum hair was pulled back into a low loose ponytail and there were a couple of strands of hair hanging in her face. She wasn't what he expected yet he still couldn't take his eyes off her, "are you okay?" She asked taking a bite of her apple.
He shook himself from his thoughts, "yes I'm fine, and I see you're in Slytherin."
"Yup," she pulled on her tie, "and I'm late for breakfast as usual, I'm not really a morning person."
"I love the morning. I'm always at breakfast… except today seeing as I just got here."
"That's good to know. Now I know who I can ask to grab my apple before the food disappears…"
"Cissa!" Andromeda interrupted
Narcissa turned around and Lucius looked over her head Andromeda was standing in the doorway with another young lady. Andromeda was very simple in her uniform with only her sweater and no robe, her hair was pulled back with a green head ban she had on knee socks and Mary Jane's.
Narcissa turned back to Lucius, "I won't hold you from your toast any longer," she smiled as she backed away and went to join her sister as they left the great hall.
Lucius stared at his toast, she is not what I thought she would be she's so… So… So… and the black nail polish. She's so beautiful, why didn't I ask her if I could walk her to class, Lucius' eyes widen he had forgotten class. He jogged all the way to his room while eating his toast to grab his books. He slid into the History of Magic classroom just as the door was closing, everyone was already in their seats and they turned to look at him, Lucius held his head up high and took his usual seat next to Walden Macnair.
Macnair was a sixth year Slytherin as well and someone Lucius would consider a friend if he ever decided to consider friends. He wasn't rich or a regular in Wizard well to do pureblood society but his family was decent and respectable.
"Nice of you to join us Mr. Malfoy," said professor Binns as he floated behind his desk not looking up as he started his lecture on the "International Warlock Convention of 1289".
Lucius flipped open his textbook and pulled out his parchment and quill. He was paying attention and taking notes as always, although the class was extremely boring, he was determined to get top marks like every other Malfoy. Sitting at the table next to him was a Hufflepuff boy who had his head rested on his hand and was doodling on his parchment. He leaned back and Lucius's attention was no longer on Binns, the golden haired girl had her head resting on her desk, her face turned away from him but he was quiet sure she was asleep. I thought she was in fifth year. He was disappointed that she didn't care about her grades but at the same time liked the way she didn't care it was almost refreshing to see someone not doing the expected. He smiled to himself and looked down at his parchment. She did say she wasn't a morning person. His thoughts were interrupted as words magically appeared on his parchment…
What are you so happy about?
Lucius looked up at Macnair and nodded his head in the direction of Narcissa, he leaned forward and looked over at Narcissa, he leaned up again up and grinned, Lucius smirked back… when the class was over the Hufflepuff boy tapped Narcissa on the shoulder…
She lifted her head and yarned, "thanks," she smiled at the boy. She began to gather her belongings.
"Have a nice nap?" She looked up at a smiling Lucius.
"Yes, thank you," she stood up and finished putting her books in her bag, "did professor Binns lecture about anything interesting?"
"Not really… just that International Warlock Convention of 1289," he said simply
"Are you kidding that had to be the most eventful convention ever, we already discussed it at Beauxbatons, I can't believe I slept through it," she threw her bag over her shoulder and started for the door. Lucius followed, his eyes wide, he thought she would never be interested in anything like that, she was full of surprises and Lucius was curious.
"Did you know that Fredrick Neilson threw a punch at Oliver Dimwells when he rejected his theory of interactive time travel?" She didn't even wait for a response, "1289 had to be to the year that people were most passionate about their work with all the punches and hexes that were thrown. But clearly Neilson was correct because now there are time turners" Lucius couldn't believe she knew what she was talking about, but took mental notes in the back of his mind just in case he missed that part of the lecture when he was staring at her. He also had no idea what a time turner was but wasn't about to bring that up, to avoid looking foolish.
"What class do you have next?" Narcissa asked as they walked down the corridor towards the stair well.
"Potions" He answered as they went down the stairs. "Wait, if you're in fifth year then why are you in that class?"
"I'm a genius, don't tell anyone" she joked. "We were ahead of you in History at Beauxbatons, so I was able to skip a level."
"Oh," beauty and brains
"I have Herbology next, I guess I'll see you at lunch," after the stairs stopped moving she hurried down the corridor while Lucius took another set of stairs to the dungeons, for Potions with Professor Slughorn. He didn't know why he was so interested in Narcissa she wasn't his type but he couldn't get her off his mind. But he did for a moment to yell at first years for running in the corridor. After all he was prefect he had to do his job.
As soon as Slughorn finished explaining the directions for the assignment the class began working on their potions. Lucius started work immediately he was good at this he knew what he was doing, potions were simple for him, in fact he never found a subject that wasn't simple to him. He was good at everything and always got what he wanted…
"Enjoy your chat with Narcissa?" Macnair asked
Lucius jumped at the question and put too much eye of newt in his potion, "shit… scourgify," he magically emptied his cauldron and started again.
"That good," Macnair raised an eyebrow to Lucius' reaction
"We really didn't discuss anything," he said trying to focus on his assignment.
"Well I guess that's for the better, you couldn't possibly have a future with a girl like that," Lucius stopped working on his potion and interrupted Macnair.
"What do you mean I have no future with a girl like that?" Lucius asked accusingly, "you don't think I could get her?"
"No, nothing like that," he chuckled, "I mean she may be from a reputable family but she doesn't seem the type to step in line. She doesn't know how to conduct herself as nobility," he finished turning his attention back to his potion.
"Oh, that's true… besides I could never see myself with someone like her," just as Lucius said the words her bright blue eyes behind her golden masked appeared in his mind, he shook his head and tried to concentrate on his potion.
Hogwarts
Present 1998
_THE GREAT HALL_
The celebration that began as soon as Voldemort was dead continued on in full force in the Great Hall, someone pulled out a Harmonic and began to play and was joined by a couple people playing the spoons. Mundungus Fletcher was doing a jig while holding a bottle of Fire Whisky in the center of what use to be the Hufflepuff table. People were dancing about in joy, drinking and enjoying the early morning defeat! Because once the sun was completely up reality would set in, damages would be assessed, the funerals would begin and death eaters hunted down. The Malfoy's were sitting at what use to be the Slytherin table keeping to themselves, they weren't sure if they were supposed to be there but they stayed anyway and no one said anything.
"Thank goodness your safe Draco" Narcissa was hugging Draco and refusing to let go, as he showed no sign of caring.
"Well that's all fine and dandy but with the downfall of the Dark Lord Mudblood's and blood traitors will be able to continue to contaminate and disgrace the name of wizard!" scowled Lucius.
"With him gone we're able to live our lives the way we want, without the worry of disappointing the Dark Lord or how he will reprimand us!" Narcissa shot back.
Lucius gave his wife an evil look and Draco glared at his father.
"If you have something to say boy then spit it out!" Lucius sneered as he removed his gaze from his wife to Draco.
"Not here, Lucius," Narcissa hissed
Draco looked down at the table
"That's what I thought" Lucius smirked and returned his attention back to his wife. "How dare you renounce the old ways! I am quite sure that the Dark…"
Draco cut off his father. "I can't believe you!"
"Pardon"
"WHY ARE YOU DEFENDING VOLDEMORT?" The music stopped and everyone in the great hall turned to look at the Malfoy's as Draco stood up from his seat, "I lost one of my best friends because of this and he tortured you! Then he used me to make you pay for your mistakes!"
"IF I REMEMBER correctly," he began lowering his voice sternly to deter the on lookers which was of no use, "you were delighted to be chosen by the Dark Lord." Lucius stood
"Will both of you please sit down and stop this!" Narcissa pleaded as they completely ignored her.
"I'm 17! I'm young and stupid what's you excuse!" Lucius' eyes widen and he was going to speak but "I'm not finished the only reason I did it was so Voldemort wouldn't kill you! Now don't get the wrong idea, I could care less if he killed you! But what I do care about is her!" He pointed to his teary eyed mother. "I don't want her crying herself to sleep over your sorry ass!" He stepped over the bench of the table and turned on his heel and marched out of the great hall as every eye followed.
"DRACO!" bellowed Lucius "I'M NOT FINISHED WITH YOU"
Somewhere in the hall Draco shouted, "YEAH? WELL I'M FINISHED WITH YOU!"
With that Lucius started sprinting out of the great hall as the gasps and whispers began to fill the room.
Draco could hear footsteps as he went through the door that led to the dungeons. He heard his mother's voice. "NO, LUCIUS! LEAVE HIM ALONE!"
"Shit" he whispered to himself. Draco broke out into a run. He stopped at doors shaking the handles but they all seemed to be locked. At the end of the corridor Snape's office door was cracked a bit and he sprinted like hell…
Lucius combed the hall way looking for Draco, he headed down the stairs to the Dungeon all the doors were locked in the corridor and he knew Draco had to be in one of them. He tried the door at the end of the hall, which was open. His eyes widened at what he saw, Draco was in there with the bushy haired girl Granger and he was pushing her towards the fireplace. He didn't know what insane rational was going through his head but there was a Mudblood with his son no less.
He furiously took one look at Draco and then at Hermione. He raised his wand. Draco pushed Hermione behind Snape's desk before diving out of the way of the green light that came from the tip of his wand. It hit the wall and caused the room to shake and bits of the wall to implode.
"Get in the fireplace!" he hissed across the room at Hermione
Hermione wasn't quite sure what was happening but when Lucius blasted Snape's desk to smithereens leaving her completely out in the open and his wand was now pointed directly at her and Draco got up faster than she's ever seen him do anything in her entire life. Shouted "PROTEGO" as he dived in front of her to block Lucius' next attack, then used his other hand he was not holding his wand with to push her into the fireplace, she still had no idea what was happening.
"How dare you help that filthy mudblood!"
"There will be no more killing!"
"You're absolutely correct but there will be a lesson on respect because you seem to forget who you're talking to!"
"Perhaps some other time father but I don't have time for your cowardly ways."
Lucius was fuming, his nostrils flaring his eyes wide with anger. He raised his wand he was going to do a simple spell to keep Draco in line but he had a better idea. One that would really smack so sense into him, he lunged towards Draco smacked him across the face then grabbed him by the collar.
Draco could feel the sting of where his father had hit him and he was trying to ignore it as he wiggled about in his father grasp and when he finally got loose he fell backwards into the fireplace. He grabbed some floo powder and shouted "leaky cauldron". The last thing he saw before he started spinning was his father glaring with rage.
Lucius immediately stepped into the fireplace to follow Draco, just as he started to spin he saw Narcissa open the door and she didn't look happy. When he finally got out of the fireplace he saw a swoosh of frizzy hair as the pub door slammed shut. He sighed and decided not to pursue Draco. He would get him when he got home. He looked around the pub there were people with bandaged injuries from fighting in the battle and their celebratory drinks had ceased. Everyone in the room turned to stare at him.
"What the bloody hell are you looking at!" he shouted in annoyance. They turned back to their drinks and began to whisper back and forth. He rolled his eyes and left to disapparate.
_MALFOY MANOR_
Lucius appeared in front of the gate to Malfoy Manor he waved his wand and the gate swung open. The caretaker, Walter stepped out of his cabin at the end of the drive at the sound of the gate.
"Good Morning, Mr. Malfoy, I'll get the carriage," he said
"No, I'll take the walk," the drive was so long to the house usually he would ride but right now he just wanted to walk, he wanted to ponder how he was going to get out of this one not only with the Ministry but with his wife. He knew Narcissa was going to have something to say, she always did, especially since the return of the Dark Lord. She didn't seem to smile anymore and he couldn't remember the last time she laughed. She used to be so full of life. It seemed like when I became a death eater she changed. But that doesn't matter anymore because she is going to kill me for going after Draco and I'm sure she'll have more words about him becoming a death eater as well. Lucius finally reached the front door. He stood outside for a moment hoping she wasn't there… who I am kidding of course she's here. He opened the door and Narcissa stepped from the study into the hall.
"What did you do?"
"Nothing," Lucius tried to look innocent
Narcissa threw her arms in the air in frustration, "Let's not bloody fucking start this, I want answers and I want them now!" She said sternly as she walked back into the study.
Lucius hung his head and followed, Narcissa went over to the wine cabinet she pulled out a bottle of wine and poured herself a glass she was getting ready to take a sip but instead she threw the glass at the wall.
"LUCIUS WHERE THE HELL IS HE!" Naricissa demanded as she paced back and forth in front of the couch where Lucius sat.
"I don't know", he snapped, "He ran off with that mudblood Granger."
"Why would he do that? Did you do something to him?"
"Why would you think that?" Lucius said getting to his feet
"OH! I don't know maybe because you always put so much pressure on him!"
Lucius thought for a moment if he should tell Narcissa about the details of the night… He decided not to. "I don't pressure him, I just want him to be the best and I know that he can be better than he is."
"AND YOU DON'T CALL THAT PRESSURE?" She shouted, "He's not you! You should just let him be himself."
"What's that supposed to mean? When have I ever told him he has to be like me?"
"You don't have to say it. It's in your actions, for example you told the Dark Lord he was ready and willing to serve him!"
"And he was! He told me that he admired the Dark Lord!"
"He does admire him but he wasn't ready. If you ever took the time to look at your son…" he cut her off
"I DO LOOK AT HIM!" retorted Lucius
"I don't mean stare. You should be able to read him like a book, know his every thought even if he hasn't said anything."
"You think that you know him that well!"
"I don't think I know I do. I knew he wasn't ready and you and your stubbornness wouldn't listen to me. He could have been killed because of you!"
"I wouldn't have let that happen. You know I would step in front of any unforgiveable curse for him." Lucius defended
"Yes I know and that would only leave the both of you dead."
"I suppose you had a better plan?" questioned Lucius
"I made an unbreakable vow with Snape", she said simply. Lucius' eyes widened surprised by these details, "he promised that he would keep Draco alive even if that meant he had to kill Dumbledore himself."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Demanded Lucius
"Because you were too busy trying to win Voldemort's forgiveness."
Lucius looked down at his feet. Not only had he failed the Dark Lord but also himself and his family.
"Find my child and bring him home", Narcissa said sternly as she left the room.
Lucius walked over to the window, he pressed his face against the glass as he looked out over the Garden, the sun was shining, house elves were walking up and down the stone pathways pruning the bushes. He had no clue where to start the search for Draco. He's good at laying low and concealing himself… I thought him well. Lucius imagined the garden when it was snow covered. He remembered him and Narcissa one Christmas morning… he smiled as her laugher rang in his ears.
"Lucius… Lucius…" Lucius turned over in the bed to look at his wife who was shaking him.
"Is everything alright?"
She smiled, "yes everything's fine, it's a white Christmas. It snowed all night! Come play in the snow with me," she begged.
Lucius ran his hands over his face, "what time is it?"
"Six, come on," she pulled on his arm.
"You woke me up at six o'clock in the morning to play in the snow?" She shook her head yes and pouted playfully, Lucius hadn't seen her excited in a long time, the way she was so full of energy reminded him of when he first met her, "Let's go!" She jumped out of the bed, pulled on her boots and put a sweater on over her night down. Lucius followed suit and followed her as she dashed out the door and down the hall.
"Hurry up!" She looked over her shoulder back at Lucius, the way her hair blew around her face, her smile, and the sparkle in her eyes, the image of the first time he saw her at the mask flashed in his mind.
They hurried down the stairs and threw on their coats, they ran out the back door, Narcissa spun around as the snow fell making her look like an angel. Lucius was snapped into reality when something cold smashed into his face, he looked up and Narcissa smirked with another snow ball waiting in her hand, "so that's how it's going to be?"
"Yup!" she threw the other snowball and started to run up the path as Lucius bent down for a hand full of snow. They chased each other around the garden laughing and playing in the snow. Lucius cornered her…
"Truce, I don't even have a snowball," she said grinning and holding up her hands to surrender.
"Alright," Lucius lowered his arm that he was getting ready to toss the snowball with. He walked over to her, he wrapped his arm her shoulders and pulled her into a hug, she wrapped his arms around his waist…
"AH!" She screamed as Lucius smashed the snowball into her head, she laughed and looked up at him, "I can't believe you," she hit him in the back.
"All's fair in love and war," he smiled and wrapped his other arm around her tighter. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head.
"Happy Christmas darling," she whispered up to him.
"Happy Chri…" Lucius almost lost his balance as his thoughts were interrupted by the shaking of the house, "What the bloody hell!" He regained his composure and looked out the window to see a bed hurling through the air. "Draco!" He rolled his eyes; I guess that's how I'll find him. Lucius left the room for Draco's, I taught him how to not be careless and he summons his bed, how stupid can that boy be… not like I should be talking after all I carelessly let Voldemort's diary be destroyed. But this isn't about me. He should do as I say not as I do. I'm trying to make him the best and if it kills me he will succeed!
Lucius climbed the stairs and continued up the second set to the third floor, where Draco's room was located in the west wing. He walked slowly down the halls which were lined with portraits of Malfoy's, at the end of the hall was a suit of armor holding a shield with the Malfoy family crest on it, he turned left at the statue and stopped. Draco's room was at the end of the corridor, the door wasn't open so he figured Narcissa hadn't felt the house shake, which was completely likely since their room was on the East side of the house. He slowly advanced towards the door, he didn't know why it was so hard for him to enter this room but it was… he hadn't been in there in years. He always made Draco come to him. He hadn't set foot in the room since it was his many years ago. He thought that maybe his room would give him some insight into who Draco really was. He placed his hand on the knob and turned. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
Draco's room was like any other room in the Malfoy house full of dark wood and emerald green. Lucius's eyes widened when he saw the room, what use to be the sitting room had turned into a laboratory, all the furniture was pushed to the walls and there was a long table in the center. There was a cauldron bubbling, a flask over a flame releasing purple vapors into the air, in the center of the table there was a huge sun dial and mobiles hanging from the ceiling that were spinning out of control. There was a book open on Draco's desk next to a piece of parchment, a quill laid across it. He had stopped writing mid sentence. It was like he was just there only moments ago.
He opened the other door that goes into Draco's sleeping quarters. There was a fireplace on the same wall as the door. Directly across from the fireplace was the empty spot where Draco's bed once sat between two more doors one to the bathroom and one to his closet. The huge hole in the wall didn't even faze Lucius. He wanted to know what Draco had been up to. What was he brewing… yet again careless didn't even think to extinguish the flame before he left the house! Lucius walked over to the edge of the room where the bed had left the hole in the wall. There wasn't much rubble in the room since the bed went crashing out. He looked down at all the rubble on the patio and the house elves crowded around talking and looking up assessing the damage.
"Stop gaping and just fix it already!" Lucius shouted down, he pulled out his wand, he waved it in front of the hole muttering spells, a yellow line appeared in the sky and he smirked knowing that the bed was at the other end and so was Draco. I shall deal with that later… now what has Draco been up to…
"What happened here?"
Lucius turned around to Narcissa coming into the room with her jaw on the floor, "I believe I've just found Draco."
"Really? How may I ask?" He pointed over his shoulder to the yellow line that was beginning to fade away, "he summoned his bed," she chuckled
"I suppose you find this hole in the side of our house amusing?" Lucius's eyes widen.
"Yes I do, he's acting like a child again… it's been awhile. This came for you," she held up a black envelope.
Lucius walked over to her and took the envelope, he knew what it was, he took a deep breath and turned the envelope over to see the golden seal of the Ministry of Magic, he opened the envelope,
Dear Mr. Lucius Malfoy,
We are aware of your involvement with Lord Voldemort. You are not to leave Great Britain under any circumstances pending your trial scheduled for May 5th at 9am sharp. In a few moments the Law Enforcement Squad will be there to install your tracking device.
Sincerely
Pius Thicknesse
Reinstated Head of the Magical Law Enforcement Department
Ordered By
Kingsley Shacklebolt
Temporary Minister for Magic
"Master Malfoy," Lucius looked up from the letter at the house elf that entered the room, "there is a group of men at the door to see you."
Narcissa took the letter from Lucius's hand and began to read it, "that will be all," she said to the house elf, who turned and left the room "so I suppose this is going to be the end of us, don't expect me to wait for you when your rotting in Azkaban," she threw the letter at him, "you better do all you can to protect Draco!" She storm from the room.
"Narcissa!" He called after her, when she didn't turn around he hurried after her, "Narcissa!"
She stopped walking and turned around, "what!"
"What do you mean this is the end of us? They're not going to send me to Azkaban."
"I wouldn't be so sure and you can't expect me to spend my life waiting and pining away for your sorry ass," she started down the hall again.
He followed her, "you would if you loved me…" he paused as she stopped dead in her tracks, "I never thought that I would have to expect that you would wait for me…"
She slowly turned around as a single tear fell from her eye, "… if you know me as well as I thought you did you would never question my love for you," she wiped away her tear, "you would also know that no matter how much it pains me I would wait for you through anything."
"What happened to us," he took a step towards her.
"I don't know," she took a step back, "but I think its best that we take some time apart and figure it out."
Lucius's eyes widen, "I… I…"
"After your trial, please leave," she crossed her arms and turned and continued down the hall.
Lucius didn't follow her this time, he watched as she disappeared down the stairs. He couldn't believe what he had just heard, the first person to ever get him to show emotion and the only person he ever smiled and laughed with not for malicious reasons but simply joy was walking away from him. He hoped he would be convicted, he rather rot in prison then be without Narcissa. He walked down the hall and down the stairs before descending the second staircase he stopped and looked in the mirror that hung on the wall, he made sure his face was straight and that no one would be able to read him. He held his head high and continued down the staircase at a glacial pace. He went to the living room where three men from the Ministry sat waiting for him.
"Gentlemen," he held his arms up to show he was unarmed and ready to be punished, nothing could be as bad as Narcissa asking him to leave, "shall we get started," he smirked
The men approached him. Two of them grabbed his arms and forced him into a chair. The one with his right arm pushed up his sleeve to reveal a scar where the dark mark had been and dried up when Voldemort was killed. The third man pulled out his wand and touched it to Lucius' scar. Lucius began to wince in pain as the mark reappeared and began to scream violently. He was holding back his own cries of agony as the dark mark wiggled about on his arm and disappeared into the tip of the man's wand. The two men let go of him, determined not to show that it hurt that much he simply lowered his sleeve over his now bright red scar, he winced as his sleeve grazed it and hoped no one noticed.
"Do not leave the Britain under any circumstance," said the man who was holding Lucius' right arm. "Anyway you try to leave you'll splinch."
"I hadn't plan to, I'm sure you can find your own way out," he stood and pointed towards the door.
The men looked at Lucius curiously as they left the room, Lucius held his firm unreadable expression until he heard the front door close, he slumped over and immediately grasped his arm. He pulled up his sleeve and moaned as the fabric stung the bruise.
"Jinxy!" He yelled an old house elf came hurrying into the room.
"Yes Master," he bowed his nose grazing the floor
"Get me some ice and bring it to the master bedroom in the north wing," he ordered
"But Master your room is in the west…"
"Do not question me!" He shouted angrily as he left the room.
"Right away sir"
"It End's Tonight" The All American Rejects