I started this story three years ago, and I think it ended maybe a year or two years ago? It's interesting, because my writing progressively changes throughout the whole thing. It's rather long, and it used to be a favourite of mine to write. It went from not being canon at all, to somewhat mildly more in character, and then I took a whole different spin with it.
I wrote this BEFORE book six and seven were out. Or maybe just... No, both. I finished after book seven was published. THEREFORE it is completely AU.
I know the writing isn't exactly... top-notch at the beginning, I agree wholeheartedly, but I promise that it gets better as the story moves on. In fact, I'm a little embarrassed at some of the grammar mistakes and the writing for the first few chapters. But... It does change. This is my growing story. Oh, and I'm aware that Narcissa makes Narcissa!fans cringe a little for the first little bit. She makes me cringe. But then I actually made an effort to write her decently, and you'll see the change.
Much love. ((:
Disclaimer: No Harry Potter characters, setting, etc. are mine. Only the original characters and the plot. I'm not making money off of this, and I'm simply playing in JK's world.
My mother was beautiful.
No.
My mother is beautiful.
She had dark, enchanting hair, which rolled down her back when she walked. Her green eyes were a mere wonder to any man she looked at, and her curves usually brought much more than a whistle on the street.
I picked up a few traits, which consist in my body. My breasts have always been like hers, a little bigger than the rest of the girls, my thighs aren't sticks, and my butt could have its own Floo System built in.
The rest of me, my blonde hair, misty blue eyes (which could really pass off as gray) are supposedly from my father.
Supposedly... You know, the one who left my mother and my two brothers, my sister, and me.
My older brother, Shane, is sixteen, with brown hair and my eyes. He would have been blonde, but he insisted on getting it dyed every year.
Something about the ladies only going for brunettes now.
My younger brother, Kevin, is thirteen, and was a cheeky little jerk. He's up to my shoulder, and still growing by the day. His eyes are dark blue, making him distinct between Shane and me. My little brother also took to the liking of a brunette, and had mum change his hair permanently.
My younger sister was named Annie, and she had gorgeous blonde curls and bright blue eyes. It was odd, since the rest of us had straight hair. She was five, going on six next year.
Mum told us the reason we were so much older than Annie was because our father came back once to meet up with our mother...
Three guesses what they did.
Mum's an Auror, has been ever since she left school. But, Voldemort came into power less than a year ago, and it was no longer safe or affordable for Aurors to have children. Especially more than one child...
Mum's taking us away from her, she can't look after us. All the Aurors are leaving England. Where they're going, I have no clue, but there are hardly any left.
Some are staying, vowing they will get back at Voldemort if it killed them, and I think it will.
We're going to stay with dad. He's a big Voldemort Supporter, and close on the inner circle; so mum tells us. Somehow she thinks we'll be safer with him.
"So what's his name again?" Shane asked moodily as we drove along a dark road in our old family car.
Mum finds Muggle things are just... cheaper than all this Wizard crap. Voldemort jacked the prices up some time ago.
I hardly sound English, since Shane has been rubbing off on me. He went to the U.S to study in Salem for two years, and he's officially dropped his accent.
I still talk with one, but I rarely call someone a git... I got straight to Motherfucker.
It just sounds worse!
And growing up with two boys, I'm not really much of a lady. Bit of a bad example on Annie to be honest...
Mum's always been really easy going about that though. She's easy going about... everything. She let me get three holes on my ears, two on my lobe and one up top, and I have two tattoos, one of a sun on my ankle, and another of a pair of shooting stars on my shoulder blade.
"Your father's name is Draco Xavier Malfoy," mum stated, switching on the turning signal and making a sharp left onto a musty trail. Leaves whipped across the dashboard as we entered the forest trail.
"Draco Xavier Malfoy?" Shane repeated, "He sounds like a pussy."
"Shane!" mum shrieked, "Watch your tongue around Annie! Be nice to your father. He doesn't know we're coming... And he doesn't know I'm leaving you lot with him. So be good, for now."
Kevin smirked beside me, "We'll try."
The three of us have always had a knack for trouble...
I'm surprised Hogwarts hasn't kicked us out yet. Some of the older teachers say we're a young Fred and George Weasely, my House Gods.
I was a Gryffindor, like mum, Shane and Kevin were in Slytherin, like dad was. I have a feeling Annie would have been in Hufflepuff. Not because she is dense or anything, but she's so sweet by nature... Not like me.
Mum had to drop us out of school since Voldemort resided there, raising the prices for every child who wasn't the kin of a Death Eater.
Bastard.
The car pulled to a stop in front of a large pair of metal gates, the words MALFOY written across them in massive cursive writing.
"Whoa..." Kevin gawped, looking through the two front seats at the mansion that lay behind the gates, "Dad's loaded!"
"His family was always rich," my mother stated, "I'm sure you'll be spoiled."
"Yeah somehow I doubt the man who left you alone with us will spoil us, mum," Shane argued, "I'll be surprised if he even lets us stay."
"He won't turn away a boy," mum said, sighing, "His family must always have an heir... And if he takes you three, he's got two."
"And what am I?" I snapped from the back seat, "Chopped liver?"
"Basically."
I knew this wasn't going to be a pleasant stay.
Mum told us to get our bags while she worked out the magical combination on the gates' lock.
Once she got it open and made sure we had all our stuff, she started to cry.
"I don't want to do this," she whispered, "I don't want to leave my babies behind... But you'll be safer here..."
I dropped my bag with a heavy thud and wrapped my arms around her neck, tears streaming down my face.
"We don't want you to go either, mum," Kevin murmured, a tear rolling down his cheek. He and Annie hugged her mid-section, while Shane pulled all three of us into his own muscular hug.
"I'll look after them," he whispered to mum, "I swear to you, I will look after them."
When we had all finally pulled ourselves together, and given each other massive hugs, mum started up the pathway, holding Annie's hand as she skipped along.
The grounds to this mansion were enormous. I could see a barn to the east, which I was guessing held some horses. There were some Quidditch rings to the left of the house, and I could see a lake glimmering in the moonlight to the rear.
For August, it felt nippy. Mind you, it was almost September, but even September wouldn't give me goosebumps.
Mum raised a tentative hand to the large brass knocker, but it fell down again. She was shaking.
Shane pushed Kevin to the side and slammed the heavy knocker against the beautiful door several times, then stepped back.
"Breathe, mum," I whispered, nudging her arm, "It'll be alright."
The door opened and a warm light fell upon our faces, yet we looked down to see a shabbily dressed House Elf.
They were one of those families. The ones that treated their help like dirt. We had a maid, a young witch. She was working her way through college, and we housed her. In return she cleaned around the house, but not much.
"Is... Is Draco home?" my mother stammered.
The House Elf looked at Shane with a worried expression, then nodded, "Yes Missis, come inside, come inside. Not good to be out at night. No, no, no. Little ones catch a cold, mmm hmmm. I'm Kille, Missis, how shall I announce you?"
"Tell him..." my mother started, but words failed her.
"Tell Draco that his wife and kids are here," Shane growled. My dad have never actually divorced mum, so I guess you could say they were still married.
The House Elf's eyes widened and she bowed, and then scurried off.
The inside of the house was almost as lovely as the grounds. There was a massive, marble staircase, a glimmering chandelier, paintings of old, blonde people, and handmade carpets.
I could get used to living here.
But not without mum.
A glass shattered in the next room and the sound of chairs scraping against the floor could be heard.
Mum's breathing increased and Shane rubbed her arm gently. A pair of men appeared at the door in which Kille had rushed into.
They both looked just how my mum described my father. One had shoulder length blonde hair, pulled back into a small ponytail. His robes were clearly made of velvet, dark green velvet. The other was an older version, his hair longer, and in black robes.
"Joy-Joyce?" the younger said, stumbling over my mum's name, "What are you doing here."
"Hello Draco," she muttered, stepping in front of me and Kevin, "Lucius... I'm sorry to barge... But, please Draco I'm desperate. I... I can't look after them anymore. You know my job! Ever since He came into power it's been so hard... I need to leave, and I want our children to be safe..."
"Put them in an orphanage," the elder suggested, an amused smirk on his face, "I'm sure Ministry supporting children will do well there."
"They're your grandchildren," mum begged, "They're your blood! These are your sons, Draco... Your little girl."
I'm fifteen, not little. But, I've always wanted to be a Daddy's little girl, like my friends.
I never was though.
"Why don't you send them to Hogwarts?" Draco inquired, "Let them-"
"I have no money, Draco," mum cut in, "I can't afford it... Not with Him running it. I won't send them there, not while my baby happens to be in Gryffindor."
My dad looked over to me with mild disgust, and I glared back with hot loathing.
Annie started walking towards mum, but I quickly picked her up and settled her on my waist, just so she could see everything.
"Please, please Draco," mum pleaded, slowly inching over to him, "I wouldn't do this unless I was in dire need... Merlin help me I am..."
I saw Shane's face furrowing, and his teeth were grinding, which meant he wanted to say something, but knew it was wrong.
"If you don't take them... They'll have nothing," mum whispered, "Draco let me have my dignity... I don't want to beg on my knees, but I will if I must."
"No you won't, mum," Shane growled, "I won't let you grovel."
I slapped him on the arm, mentally telling him to shut up.
"My you have become the man of the house, hmm Shane?" Draco chuckled, amusement riddled on his face.
"More of a man then you are, Sir," Shane replied. I rolled my eyes.
Kevin nudged him, "Shut up, you git."
"Enough."
My mother's voice cut though the room like a sharp blade, and the three of us fell silent.
"How long will you be gone?" Draco inquired, looking back to mum. She shrugged, "I'll return when it's safe me for to live peacefully."
Lucius looked over us, "They may stay in my home, as long as they stay in line. One step wrong, and I'll let the Dark Lord deal with them."
We all cringed at his name, and a tear slid down my mother's cheek.
"Thank you, Lucius, you have no idea how much this means to me..." she rambled, "I'll have their things sent tomorrow..."
She hurried back to us and gave each of us a hug and a kiss, "Be good... Please be good for me."
All three of us nodded our heads and she hurried out the front door, without so much as a backwards look.
I knew she hurt.
An awkward silence settled between us and them. I cleared my throat, bringing my dad back to reality.
"You guys... hungry?" he asked.
Shane glared at him and I sighed, "We kinda ate before we left home... But we'll eat."
"Well don't just stand there and stare," Lucius... Granddad growled. He stepped to the side with Draco, "Get in and sit down."
We were guessing he was pointing into some kind of dining area. We started walking, but Lucius shut his eyes and sighed, "Shoes off and leave your bags there."
We all quickly yanked off our shoes and piled them in the corner. They all looked the same... black with graffiti designs, but they were just different sizes.
"Grandfather's scary," Annie whispered in my ear when I pulled off her small shoes and threw them into our pile of black. We always looked different then Annie. She loved being in anything blue, while the rest of us were in multi-colours.
We walked over in a clump, but filed into the room in a line. Shane led us in, while I held a firm grip on Kevin's shoulders, while he held Annie's hand.
Dad was looking us all over when we walked past, but I doubt any of us made eye contact.
We walked into a gorgeous room, decorated in deep reds and golds, with a long table in the center. Seated was a rather attractive, yet aged, blonde woman, whom
I'm guessing was Lucius's wife.
She spotted us and nearly dropped her fork.
"What... Lucius what's going on... Wait... Shane?"
She looked my brother over and a smile moved swiftly across her face. She stood up, with hurry, and moved over to my brother.
"Oh a grandmother knows her grandchildren!" she exclaimed at our shocked faces.
"Narcissa," Lucius said smoothly. "Sit back down... All of us need to have a little chat."
I knew, however, this was not going to be a chat. It was most likely us listening to what HE had to say.
Shane settled down a seat away from Lucius, and I sat beside him, Kevin beside me. Annie went to sit in a different chair, but I picked her up and set her on my lap, knowing she would probably knock something over or play with the knives if she sat alone.
Draco stood watching us, not looking pleased.
"Even though you are my son's children," Lucius stated, his tone with utter disliking. "You will respect me and my wife in our home. We will either send you to school, or hire a tutor for the upcoming year."
Kevin groaned loudly beside me. Joy.
I think if I did go back to school, I would be the only person in Gryffindor. With Voldemort as the Headmaster, only the Slytherins were keen on going back.
Shane raised his eyebrows quickly to show he had heard his Grandfather speak, but said nothing.
"Well let's not sit in brewing silence," Narcissa sighed. "Kille, get the children some plates and some dinner... They look underfed."
We didn't look like we had been spoiled, but I wouldn't go far enough to call us underfed.
The small House Elf returned with three plates, each with some mashed potatoes, chicken, and some peas.
I smiled and eager accepted the plate of steaming food.
"Right, out with it," Narcissa growled slightly, her eyes narrowing at Kevin.
His own eye widened and he spit his gum out into his napkin, "Sorry."
I snorted, but was thankful the little rat put it in a napkin, and not my hair.
"Now I want to know all about the three of you," Narcissa... Grandmother gushed. Grandfather and Dad looked quite annoyed that she was being friendly to us, but I think if she wasn't Shane would lose it at someone.
Being the boys they were, neither of my brothers wanted to talk, so I went first.
"My name's Eloise," I stated, "These gits call me Loo."
Kevin smirked and chuckled softly, "Loo... Ha!"
"I'm fifteen, and I'll be sixteen in December," I said, rattling off the general information, "I was in Gryffindor at Hogwarts and advanced by a year."
"Smart little thing," Narcissa mused. "Like your mother. Right, and what about you, lovely?"
Annie took a deep breath, something she did when she would try and remember something important, "I'm ... five! And I'll be six in..."
She looked at me and I answered for her, "She'll be six in April."
"She's adorable," Narcissa cooed, smiling at Annie, who grinned, making her pudgy cheeks fatten just a little more. Narcissa glanced over at the boys, "Right, you two."
Shane and Kevin looked at each other, but said nothing.
"Stop being a prat and answer," I hissed, elbowing Shane.
"Fine," he sighed, "I'm sixteen, I'll be seventeen in July. I was in Slytherin at school, but I spent two years studying at the Salem Academy for Boys."
"And he's called Shane," I added, shooting him a coy look.
"And I'm Kevin!" Kevin said loudly, "I'm thirteen, and I was in Slytherin. Umm..."
"Never say Um, love," Grandmother interrupted, "It isn't polite."
I quite liked Grandma Narcissa. She seemed generally interested in us, while Lucius and Draco were more interested in the conversation they had going quietly with each other.
"What about you?" Shane said suddenly, looking at Draco, "Care to enlighten your children of your life."
"Yes, I think you may as well know," Dad said, a smirk on his lips, "I was a Slytherin, and now a personal servant of Lord Voldemort. When I'm not doing what he wishes, I work at the Ministry... We're currently perfecting it to our own liking."
"Daddy works for the bad man," Annie whispered. I glared down at her and hissed to be quiet. Shane's hands balled into fists.
Our father was very arrogant, no doubts there.
"And you?" Shane muttered, glaring at Lucius.
"Listen boy," Lucius said calmly, leaning in a little. "Call me You again, and you'll regret it. I have no problems in helping you see things my way. My favourite curse is the Cruciatus Curse-"
"Father."
Lucius shot his son an amused sort of look and went back to Shane, "So listen well. You will address me as Sir, and your father will not be called You. You will address him as Father or Dad... If worse comes to worse."
Worse comes to worse? I am never calling Dad Father, it just sounds too... formal. I'm not all huffy puffy, nor am I stuck up, so I'll call him dad.
Maybe daddy if I want something.
"Yes, sir," Shane grumbled, "I'm sorry if I offended you in any way..."
"I suppose I can accept that," Lucius chuckled, "Or I would show you your place in this house."
"Father I think that would be my job," Dad piped up, "Since he is my son."
"In my house."
I really wanted to laugh at the fact that my dad still lived with his parents. But... I don't think I would want to leave here either.
"Well," Grandma sighed, "I think we should talk about this tomorrow when everyone is a little more rested."
"Where are we sleeping?" I asked politely.
"I'm sure we have enough room in this house," Dad stated, "I'll take you upstairs and you can pick a room from the second floor."
The second floor? You'd think this mansion only had two floors, but as the three of us followed our new dad up the stairs, I looked up to see the staircase wound up and up several more floors above ours.
"Well... Go... pick your rooms then," Dad muttered, motioning down the hallway. Shane and Kevin grabbed their bags, trying to see who would get the better room. I had a feeling Kevin would fight for the biggest room, since Shane usually got the better pick since he was the oldest.
"You ever been a dad before?" I asked, picking up my bag and putting in over my shoulder. He looked at me, then shook his head, stuffing his hands in his pockets,
"Frankly... No."
"When was the last time you dealt with people our age?"
"When I was in school?"
"Good luck," I chuckled. Annie giggled beside me and dragged her bag along the floor, looking in each room carefully as she passed.
"HA! I found the bigger one first! Sod off, Shane!"
Kevin's loud voice could always be heard from wherever he was, which was why we never really lost him.
"Well I have more crap then you do... So it's mine... Out!"
Dad and I watched Kevin stumble out of Shane's new room, a sour expression on his face.
"Go bug Loo... She'll be looking for the next biggest room!"
He always pinned something on me.
"Loo, I want a big room!"
"Stop whining, you stupid prat," I groaned, tromping down the hall towards him, "You can have a bigger room then me, ok?"
"Score..."
I glanced into the floor length mirror at the end of the hall and saw Dad was slowly walking down the stairs, his hand on his head.
Draco stumbled down the stairs, still in shock.
His whole body was slowly slipping into panic mode. His throat was getting all hot and itchy, and his hands were cold and clammy.
"Draco, darling, I'm so thrilled they've finally come to visit!" his mother gushed.
Draco felt a guilty stab in his heart strings when she said that. His mother used to beg him to tell him where his children were, since it was so hard for a Grandmother to never see her own Grandchildren.
It had been far too hard refusing her all these years, and the look in her eyes when he said "No" was bad enough punishment.
"They're living with us, Narcissa," his father grumbled as he sipped a bit of wine, "Living...as in... More people eating up my money."
Draco shot his father a glare. Since when had Lucius Malfoy ever worked for his money? Draco was the one out there bringing in the money every day from his job at the Ministry.
Not that there would ever be a deficiency in the money; Voldemort kept his supporters well fed and looked after.
"What were they're names again?"
"Oh honestly, Lucius," his mother snapped, "Eloise was named after my aunt! I'd hope you'd be able to remember that!"
"And Shane was named after your uncle, Father," Draco chuckled, "but Kevin... That was all their mother's work."
Draco suddenly found himself missing his wife. She and he never worked well together though. They used to bicker over politics and such, almost to the extent in which Draco threatened divorce.
His father wouldn't hear of divorce, and simply told his son that leaving the woman would be easier.
How she raised four fine looking children was beyond Draco's comprehension.
Of course they would look good, with Draco's dashing good looks, and Joyce's beauty, the children were a marvel.
"I suppose with a bit of reeducating they should be perfect," Draco said coolly, "Father, if you want you can mold them to your liking."
"I'm not letting you off that easily," his father growled, glaring at him, "They are YOUR little brats... But I will help with their education, and I shall ask from other friends for their input... But enough of it tonight. I still can't believe we're stuck with your kids... I thought I was done looking after children."
I climbed back up the stairs silently and tip toed down the hall, sneaking back into Shane's room.
I liked mine the best, even though it was the smallest. I had a little white balcony with roses growing on the railing, and large windows covering the walls. There was a bed in the room already, a double bed, with an en-suite bathroom, a wardrobe, and a desk.
But that was nothing to brag about, since every room I had looked in had the similar furniture.
"They were talking about reeducating us," I muttered, climbing onto Shane's bed. Annie crawled into my lap, her blue pajamas on, a thumb in her mouth. She would doze off soon, so I let her lean her head against my chest.
"Reeducating us... How?" Kevin asked, his eyes widening in horror. My brother had always had a rather active imagination, and I'm sure at that moment he thought we were going to be brainwashed or something.
"I have a feeling they'll try and get us out with Voldemort," Shane said. I winced at his name and Kevin cleared his throat nervously.
"Oh grow up," Shane growled, "I'm sure you can handle it... It's just a name for Pete's sake."
I knew Shane secretly feared Voldemort, but I also knew he always had to look big around us, since he was the elder after all.
"No matter what..." Shane sighed, "Stick to everything mum told us... We aren't Voldemort's cronies, and we never will be. They can try to change us all they want... But we're still us."
"Thanks for the lecture, mum," Kevin laughed. Shane grabbed a pillow and slammed it into his brother's head.
They were always at it, the pair of them. If they weren't scheming to get me, they would try and kill each other.
"Are either of you tired?" I asked suddenly, looking down at my watch. It was almost ten thirty, which made me kinda wonder why my other new family members were eating.
"Not really..." Kevin muttered, and he rummaged into his pocket, retrieved a deck of cards and dumped them out on the bed.
"Poker anyone?"
After a while of playing, I noticed what Kevin had done. He had given us a distraction from the pain of losing mum. Shane always kept his emotions bottled up, and we knew we had to use subtle ways to make him forget how angry, or hurt, or shocked he was.
"Where's mummy?"
The three of us looked at Annie, who had woken up from her small nap.
"Mummy... uh..." I looked at my brothers, who were both staring down at their cards. I sighed, "Mummy just went away for a while... We're going to stay with daddy though."
"Why?"
"Because we're too young to live alone," I stated, "We need him..."
My brothers and I looked up at each other. No matter how hard we tried not to believe it... We knew it was true.
We needed him.