I've decided to rite an old favorite. I started writing this before but
took it off; not sure why though. So I'm bringing it back, here you go.
What would it be like if everything was vice versa? What if Lucius Malfoy had married Lily Potter? And what if Narcissa Malfoy married James Potter? Read and find out my theory.
The Malfoy Manor shined brilliantly as the sun began to set. Guests filled the yard, presents occupied tables and children scrambled about. Through a high window in the manor, Lucius looked out unto his reception. Tailors fiddled around him, perfecting his suit. A beautiful white suit draped his slim young body. "You may go." A voice behind him said. As the servants emptied the room, Lucius was faced alone with his father.
"What's on your mind father?"
Lucius said, rearranging his tie.
"You. I've seen you grow up and now you're married. I'm just very proud of you."
But in the back of his mind, he couldn't want anything more than to slap him. He thought he had raised him to know right from wrong and marrying a mudblood was certainly wrong in his book. But he could never say that to his son, no matter what. He was happy and he wouldn't dare ruin it. So he kept his mouth shut.
"Thanks." He turned to face him. Lucius took him up into his embraced and held him. Then, the both headed to the den. But there, as Lucius was on the last step of the staircase, she caught his eye. Her slender frame was decorated with a beautiful full length off white gown, which grazed after her. White roses veiled her hair which was up in a tight bun. Her face was natural and sweet, as it had always been to him. As he approached her, a light seemed to shine from behind her, like an angel. She was so beautiful to him; so beautiful. They smiled at each other. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up to his lips. They kissed; lips locked tightly, eyes shut. Total bliss between each other that couldn't be broken. "Ok, ok you two love birds. Time to say hello to the guests!" An elderly witch with thin red hair wearing a satin blue outfit pried the two apart. They just merely smiled. He grabbed her hand in his and they made their way out to the yard. Guests stopped their conversations, children stopped their play and relatives discontinued their hugs and kisses. All stared at the happy couple, waiting for a toast. Lucius picked up two glasses from a table next to him. He handed one to Lily and raised his own.
"To my beautiful wife. And to a wonderfully beautiful life together."
Everyone raised their glass. A moment of silence, then everyone drank. As the sun set, the white lights blinked on and lit the happy faces of the bride and groom. Applause and claps rang out from the audience. As the band stroke up a tune, spouses dragged each other out to the dance floor. Little girls pushed little boys to join them; old couples danced slowly to the beat. It was a beautiful evening. As the sun reflected off the lake, the light bounced in Lilys' and Lucius' eyes. Hand in hand, the walked over to the dance floor and found a spot right in the middle of the crowd. Lucius cradled her in his arms. He held her close, not ready to let go. The beat was slow and calm. Slowly they drifted around the floor, her hand resting on his strong chest. The most perfect ending to the most perfect day of their lives.
What would it be like if everything was vice versa? What if Lucius Malfoy had married Lily Potter? And what if Narcissa Malfoy married James Potter? Read and find out my theory.
The Malfoy Manor shined brilliantly as the sun began to set. Guests filled the yard, presents occupied tables and children scrambled about. Through a high window in the manor, Lucius looked out unto his reception. Tailors fiddled around him, perfecting his suit. A beautiful white suit draped his slim young body. "You may go." A voice behind him said. As the servants emptied the room, Lucius was faced alone with his father.
"What's on your mind father?"
Lucius said, rearranging his tie.
"You. I've seen you grow up and now you're married. I'm just very proud of you."
But in the back of his mind, he couldn't want anything more than to slap him. He thought he had raised him to know right from wrong and marrying a mudblood was certainly wrong in his book. But he could never say that to his son, no matter what. He was happy and he wouldn't dare ruin it. So he kept his mouth shut.
"Thanks." He turned to face him. Lucius took him up into his embraced and held him. Then, the both headed to the den. But there, as Lucius was on the last step of the staircase, she caught his eye. Her slender frame was decorated with a beautiful full length off white gown, which grazed after her. White roses veiled her hair which was up in a tight bun. Her face was natural and sweet, as it had always been to him. As he approached her, a light seemed to shine from behind her, like an angel. She was so beautiful to him; so beautiful. They smiled at each other. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up to his lips. They kissed; lips locked tightly, eyes shut. Total bliss between each other that couldn't be broken. "Ok, ok you two love birds. Time to say hello to the guests!" An elderly witch with thin red hair wearing a satin blue outfit pried the two apart. They just merely smiled. He grabbed her hand in his and they made their way out to the yard. Guests stopped their conversations, children stopped their play and relatives discontinued their hugs and kisses. All stared at the happy couple, waiting for a toast. Lucius picked up two glasses from a table next to him. He handed one to Lily and raised his own.
"To my beautiful wife. And to a wonderfully beautiful life together."
Everyone raised their glass. A moment of silence, then everyone drank. As the sun set, the white lights blinked on and lit the happy faces of the bride and groom. Applause and claps rang out from the audience. As the band stroke up a tune, spouses dragged each other out to the dance floor. Little girls pushed little boys to join them; old couples danced slowly to the beat. It was a beautiful evening. As the sun reflected off the lake, the light bounced in Lilys' and Lucius' eyes. Hand in hand, the walked over to the dance floor and found a spot right in the middle of the crowd. Lucius cradled her in his arms. He held her close, not ready to let go. The beat was slow and calm. Slowly they drifted around the floor, her hand resting on his strong chest. The most perfect ending to the most perfect day of their lives.