DRACO MALFOY
AND THE SORCERER'S STONE
Chapter One:
The Boy Who Would be Draco
Mr. Lucius Malfoy and his wife Narcissa lived a quiet life in grand Malfoy Manner, tucked away far from the busy streets of London. However, the quiet life they claimed to live was nothing like their true lives, the ones that were kept hidden from the non magic folk of the world. The Malfoys had chosen their quiet estate to keep these muggles out, and quite a job they had done- anti muggle security there was the best you could find anywhere. You see, the Malfoys had dark secrets in their lives- starting with the fact that they were wizards.
However, this secret was not nearly the darkest they kept hidden. Under cover of darkness and in the safety of a darkened cloak, Lucius served a master other than the Minister of Magic he claimed to support wholeheartedly. He worked to eradicate muggles under the guidance of none other than the darkest wizard the world had ever known: Lord Voldemort.
For many years, Lucius had served his master well, wreaking havoc on the muggles of the world, killing them as he saw fit. He and his fellow Death Eaters were responsible for mass muggle killings, riots, just about any bit of chaos within the last number of years. But there were still those who fought against them- Aurors, Ministry wizards trained to hunt Dark Wizards, as well as a radical group that called themselves the Order of the Phoenix. They worked relentlessly to bring the reign of the Death Eaters to an end, but the Death Eaters were constantly aware that they could be caught at any second and lived their lives with utmost caution.
Lucius stood in the hall and sighed. He glanced nervously at his left arm, waiting for the familiar burn that would soon cover the mark of the Dark Lord that was branded there. As soon as he felt it, he was to disapperate and appear at the Dark Lord's side, waiting for his orders. Tonight of all nights was especially important: the Dark Lord had heard word of a prophecy telling of a boy to be born that would one day be his downfall. He was currently acting on what he had heard from the prophecy: a boy, born at the end of July to parents who had defied the Dark Lord three times before, a boy who would be marked as the Dark Lord's equal. The possibilities had been narrowed down, and now the Dark Lord was out trying to find the boy he believed was to one day kill him and to kill him first: the son of Lily and James Potter, a couple who worked for the Order.
Lucius began to pace the hall. It shouldn't have taken this long, the Dark Lord surely would have called for him by now. He, one of the few who worked side by side with Him, devoted their very lives to His cause. Surely he should have called for him. Narcissa walked into the hall, carrying a small boy wrapped in an emerald green blanket. He bore the delicate features of his mother, coupled with the strength of his father, and topped with the white blonde hair of both. Lucius walked over to his son and smiled. "Draco," he whispered. "Draco, one day this will all be yours. Your mansion, your fortune, and your legacy."
Narcissa smiled at her husband. "Don't fill the boy's head up with that legacy nonsense just yet, he's just an infant! He'll have time to grow into the name of Malfoy." Lucius held up one finger. "And the bloodline that accompanies it." The Malfoys were one of the few pure blood families left, theirs completely untainted by muggle filth. Lucius stared into the face of his son, the one who would one day succeed him and carry on the Dark Lord's noble work.
A sharp knock was heard at the door. "Dobby?" Lucius spat. The ugly little elf scurried to the door and opened it. He scurried over to Lucius' side, then spoke in his annoyingly squeaky voice. "Sir, Severus Snape to see you, Sir." He scurried away once more, understanding that he had been dismissed, even though the command was never spoken. Lucius made a face of disgust, then strode to the doorway to greet Severus.
Snape stood awkwardly in the grandeur of the manor, clearly unaccustomed to such a regal dwelling. "Severus! It has been too long." Lucius reached out to shake Snape's hand, glancing with distaste at the greasy hair that hung into the thin man's face. Snape offered a curt handshake, then stared up at Lucius with solemn eyes. "Lucius, I have news. The Dark Lord- he went to the Potter's. Pettigrew had told him everything, just as we had planned. He killed James, then-" Snape paused, attempting to regain composure. "Then Lily as she tried to protect the boy. When he got to the crib, he preformed the curse and-"
Lucius looked into the man's face with anxious interest. "And? What happened?" Severus sighed, then spoke again. "The curse didn't work. For whatever reason, it—it backfired. The last thing we saw was a flash of green light, then something that looked like a spirit fled from the upstairs window. The boy was left unscathed other than a scar on his forehead. He- the Dark Lord has vanished."
Lucius staggered, grabbing the table near him for support. "You mean- he's gone? Our Master is gone?" He thought for a second. "We mustn't act in any way different. If anyone sees any of us acting as though a great tragedy has occurred, they'll put us in Azkaban for sure. Alert any of the others you can find. Tell them that if anyone comes to them thinking they've been with the Death Eaters, say that they've been Imperiused, we need to keep as many as we can out of prison so we can regain power."
Severus nodded, then strode out the door. Lucius turned back toward his wife and son, his expression delivering any news that need be told. He then set to work making their impenetrable security even more so, just to be sure that Ministry wizards would have a tough job ahead of them if they wanted to take down the Malfoys.