Bonus Easter Chapter. Enjoy!
September 2, 1968
My Dearest Lucius,
I am thoroughly upset that you didn't have the common decency to write your own mother about your sorting! It's one of the most important moments of your scholarly career, and you couldn't even find the time to write me a note about it! Instead, I have to get a note from Dahlia MacNair at nearly eleven letting me know you were in Slytherin! Honestly, Lucius!
But, no matter, I shall forgive you. You are blood of my blood and flesh of my flesh, and Lord knows I can be forgetful sometimes. It's so wonderful that you're in Slytherin; your father and I couldn't be happier. I hope you're enjoying yourself at that place. I know the mud-bloods ruin the atmosphere of things, but hopefully we'll get them out of their soon. Mr. Black is working to secure your father a place on the school board with him, and together, those two can do anything.
I hope things aren't too terrible there. Be sure to write about all of your classes: don't forget! I expect to hear from you no later than nine o'clock tonight.
Love,
Mummy
September 2, 1968
To My Son,
I'm quite glad to hear about your sorting results. I didn't expect any less from you. Be sure to get to all your classes promptly, and take what you can from the lessons. I'm sure you will succeed there; you are a Malfoy, after all.
You'll soon get a new broomstick in the post. Finalize your best position and be sure to get some time on the pitch and practice. Once you know what you'd like to do, just write home and I'll send a few training pieces for you. I should like to see you on the team next year.
Enjoy yourself at school, and be sure to write your mother, or she may have a conniption. We'll see you at Christmas.
Your Father,
Abraxas B. Malfoy
September 2, 1968
Dear Mum,
Sorry I didn't write you, I ended up thoroughly tired after my first night. Hogwarts is rather nice; I enjoy the enchanted ceilings.
The classes are fine. I take Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Astronomy, just like any other first year. Bella and Walden are in all of my classes, obviously. We work with Ravenclaws mostly, so it's actually rather pleasant, apart from the occasional uppity know-it-all.
I apologize in advance if I don't write often; I think I'll be quite busy here. But, you're in my thoughts.
Your Loving Son,
Lucius A. Malfoy
September 3, 1968
Dear Lucius,
How'd everything go? We heard from Bella; she told us about your sorting, and that's wonderful! But does the sorting hat really suck on your brain? Should I wear a helmet or something?
Tell me EVERYTHING! Write ASAP!
Love,
Andy
September 4, 1968
Dear Andromeda,
Everything's fine, school is nice, and the sorting hat doesn't suck your brain, so there's no need for a helmet.
Classes are actually pretty interesting, aside from History of Magic. The ceilings are enchanted in the Great Hall (that's where we eat), and in the Slytherin quarters, the ceilings are enchanted to see into the bottom of the lake! In the dormitories, even the walls are see-through! It's really interesting.
There are suits of armor and moving staircases, just like in old castles of Scotland, and there're ghosts too. It's rather nice here. I think you'll like it.
Lucius
PS- What does ASAP mean?
September 5, 1968
Dear Lucius,
I waited a bit before writing so you could settle into things at school. Bella told us the three of you got sorted into Slytherin. That's nice. Did the sorting hurt? Does the hat really suck on your brain? That's what Bella told me, but I don't know if that's true. If so, will it eat my hair?
Are things nice at school? How are the teachers? Daddy has my dance teacher come every Saturday at seven, and she's mean. She even canes me when I do things wrong! Are the teachers mean at Hogwarts?
I think Bella's lying to me about school, so I hope you'll write me about it soon. I'd really like to know.
Narcissa
September 6, 1968
Dear Lucius,
Everything sounds so wonderful; I'm sure you're enjoying yourself. I just can't wait until I'm there with you. Just two more years. I'm sure we'll have loads of good times together. I'll write you soon!
Also, ASAP means As Soon As Possible. It's a muggle expression I learned while I was in London.
Love,
Andy
September 7, 1968
Dear Narcissa,
Thanks for waiting. Everyone overwhelmed me with those letters right away, because I had all kinds of homework. Sorry it took me a day or two to get back to you; I had an astronomy project to do. I had to map out a constellation on a star chart. I did Ursa Major.
The sorting doesn't hurt, Bella's a liar. They just make you put on an old musty hat, and it tells you where to go. It doesn't suck on your brain at all.
The teachers are alright. Did you know Mr. Slughorn teaches here? He's the Potions professor! I remembered him telling us he was a teacher, but I didn't know he taught at Hogwarts! No matter though; he's very good to us.
I don't want to sound weird, but does Andy have a crush on me? In her last letter, she signed it 'Love Andy', but I don't know what to think. Do you know anything about it?
Also, what do you think of Rodolphus Lestrange? Your sister wants me to be friends with him, but he seems rather full of himself.
How're things at home? What're you, Sirius, and Andy doing? Write soon!
Lucius
September 9, 1968
Dear Lucius,
That's really odd. I think she does like you though. She talks about you an awful lot; it's getting to be unbearable. She and some servant went to muggle London yesterday and brought back this long-haired Persian kitten they bought in some uppity muggle pet store, and she named it Lucius. I almost vomited right then. At the same time though, it's somewhat funny, because it does act like you. It walks around with its tail held high, nose in the air, and everything is always graceful and dainty. To top it off, he always ignores Andy and follows me and Sirius. It's all white, too. Quite funny, really.
Speaking of Andy, she's acting quite weird. She begs the servants every day to take her out to muggle London. It's like she wants to be one of them, you know? Last Tuesday, Sirius and I set all her robes on fire and put muggle clothes in her closet to make fun of her. She was in tears, but it was still funny.
As for Rodolphus, he's actually rather nice. He gave Bella a dragon egg for her birthday. Mum had been keeping it above the fireplace on display, but once you all left, me and Siri replaced it with a fake, and we've been trying to hatch it in his fireplace at my aunts house. It's been moving, so we think it'll hatch any day now. But yes, he's rather nice. Ask him what kind of dragon's in the egg, will you?
Narcissa
September 9, 1968
Mal,
Cissy and I are hatching a dragon egg! Can you believe it?! Last week, we flushed Uncle Alphard's prized fish, but this is so much better!! Tell Bella please, I'd rather you tell her than me.
Sirius
PS- Congrats on Slytherin. Hope school's nice.
September 10, 1968
Sirius,
Yeah, Cissa told me. You're going to get yourself killed one day, you know? Whether it's by your dangerous adventures or your crazy relatives, you're going to die a premature death: I just know it.
I'll tell Bella for you. Hope things're well at home.
Lucius
September 10, 1968
Dear Cissa,
Thanks for telling me about Andy. I'll take the proper precautions. Maybe I'll get some muggle-lover repellant or something. And the cat thing is kinda weird.
How's the egg? Rodolphus said it's a Hebridean Black, so I'd be careful if I were you. They can be nasty creatures if you don't treat them right. What're you going to feed it?
Lucius
PS- Hope you don't mind that I'm calling you Cissa, it's just easier to write.
September 11,1968
Thanks mate. How'd she take it?
Sirius
September 12, 1968
Sirius,
Wasn't happy at all, she nearly clawed my face off. I'd be careful during the winter holidays, if I were you. She might murder you in your sleep. Good luck with that.
Lucius
September 13, 1968
Lucius,
Oh, it's so exciting!! The egg hatched! It's so beautiful! According to the book we got from Uncle Proteus's library, it's a male, and he's simply lovely. Beautiful solid coloring, no bad scales. He's got a great shine, and his eyes are so pretty and bright! He loves me a lot more than Sirius, because I was there when he hatched and he saw me first. We're naming him Charcoal. You'll love him, he's simply darling.
Cissa
September 13, 1968
That's all well and good, Cissy, but what the hell are you going to feed that thing? You do realize you can't feed it Pumpkin Pasties, right? It needs meat! And where the hell are you going to keep it when it gets too big for Sirius's room?!
Luc
September 14, 1968
Thanks mate, you did me a huge favor. I can take Bella, no worries. Cis told me she told you about Charcoal, so I'll leave the dragon communications to her. He's a right nasty bugger, though. Hates everyone but her. You'll see what I mean when you come visit.
Sirius
September 14, 1968
Luc,
I have it all under control. Hebridean Blacks eat a lot of deer and beef, sometimes sheep, dogs, or stray magical creatures. That's not that hard to get, and I've been talking to Crane Burke and Castille Borgin, and they said they'll talk to their dads and see if they can't get some stuff for me. They owe me a favor anyway, because Castille ripped my good dress robes last time she was here.
As for location, we'll probably shove him in the floo, take him to my house, and loose him in the backyard. My parents will never notice.
Cis
September 17, 1968
Cis,
Sorry I haven't written in a while, I had a detention from the DADA (Defense Against the Dark Arts) professor for not being a total moron, and I had an essay due for History of Magic.
Anyways, I don't think it's wise to enlist help from Borgin and Burke: you never know where that meat is coming from, let alone the blood. And when did you start hanging around with the likes of Castille Borgin? They're almost as poor as the Weasleys.
Do you honestly expect your parents not to notice a dragon? You may have quite a few acres, but sooner or later, they'll notice the corpses and the burnt trees, and they might figure something's amiss. Write soon.
Luc
September 18, 1968
Luc,
It's alright. And just so you know, Mr. Borgin and Mr. Burke have become partners and opened a shop in Knockturn Alley for dark artifacts, and they've actually been really successful. According to Castille, they have a particular patron who buys quite a few of the more dangerous and expensive pieces. She said her father said he's an extremely gifted wizard of the dark. Scary, huh? Anyway, the shop did open before you went away, but I guess you just didn't notice it. It smells a little, but overall, it's very fascinating.
Everything will be fine. The Field Guide to Dragons says that Hebridean Blacks only grow up to thirty feet long. That's not terrible. And I doubt he'll eat as much as you say; he'll probably eat a carcass every other day. That's hardly even noticeable.
Cis
September 19, 1968
Mal,
What's this Bella says about you three being all chummy with Rodolphus Lestrange? Are you replacing me, then? And with an idiot like Lestrange?
Sirius
September 19, 1968
Sirius,
We're not replacing you permanently, just for a couple years. We needed someone to fill the gap, and it's always good to have a little brawn on hand. Don't take it personally, mate. When you come back, Lestrange'll be like the hired help.
Your friend
Luc
September 20, 1968
Dear Lucius,
I don't wanna be replaced at all. If some complete moron is good enough to 'fill the gap', then don't bother with having a gap. You might as well pretend we were never friends, because we certainly aren't anymore.
From,
Sirius P. Black
September 25, 1968
Lucius,
What's wrong with you?! I can't believe you, the nerve of you, saying that to Sirius! And then you didn't even bother to write back and apologize or ask for forgiveness? Well forget it, things are shot to hell between you two. He refuses to even say your name. It's a right shame you ruined things like that.
Charcoal's about the size of a horse now, so I opted to move him back to my house. So far, it's been about fifteen hours and my parents don't know. The worst part is when he comes in my window every night; he makes so much noise! But, he isn't comfortable sleeping by himself yet, so I have to let him in.
Just because I'm still friends with you doesn't mean I'm not mad at you. Sirius is my family, and I love him dearly, but you're practically family too. So, I won't choose between you. I just wish you hadn't done that.
Cissa
PS- Andy doesn't like you like you anymore. She's too into her weird muggle things to notice you.