Author's Note: I own nothing except Cassius Malfoy, Stevens, Windy Corner, and the idea of the first Malfoys and the names included in that story. I thought it was cool… let me know what you think! I love reviews!!!

Chapter 28 The Legend of the First Malfoys

"Hello!" Stevens' voice sounded through the entry way of Windy Corner.

"Hello!" Harry raced out of the sitting room where he and Draco had been playing chess. He hugged Stevens, who had become like another Dad to him.

"Hello, Harry. Your Dad around?" He asked, nodding at Draco who had followed Harry into the hallway.

"Upstairs." Harry said "In the library. This is Draco. Draco, this is Stevens, he's Dad's best friend."

"I remember you…you were with Uncle when…" Draco shook his head. "I think I remember you, don't I?"

"I was with your uncle when he found you." Stevens said gently. "Glad to see you recovered."

"You're late!" Cassius came clomping down the stairs.

"You said 1 o'clock. It's 1 o'clock." Stevens looked at his watch.

"No, I didn't."

"Did too."

"Did not."

"Did too. And we're wasting time while we're arguing."

"You're right. Draco, you ready?"

"Yes, Uncle."

"Where are you going?" Harry asked.

"Malfoy Manor." Cassius replied, turning and yelling up the stairs. "Remus! Come on! Stevens is here, we're leaving." He turned and walked towards the kitchen to get his coat and the keys to the car.

"You're all going?" Harry hurried after his Dad, suddenly feeling upset and left out.

"Yes, we'll be back by dinner." Cassius replied a touch coolly.

"But…" Harry glanced back at Draco. "Why can't I come too?" His voice came out more plaintively than he would have liked.

Cassius stopped and looked at Harry for a moment. "I didn't think you'd want to."

"Well, I want to." Harry said stoutly.

"All right, of course, you can come." Cassius said, shrugging on his coat. Remus appeared in the kitchen doorway.

"Ready?"

"Harry's coming too."

"Good." Remus said as Harry walked towards him. Remus ruffled his hair.

A moment later they were piled into the car. Cassius drove with Draco sitting in the front seat, Remus, Harry and Stevens were in the back.

"I think it should take about 90 minutes to get there." Cassius said as they lifted off.

"Anyone know any good stories?" Stevens said, stretching his arm along the back of the seat and extending his long legs. There was a spell on the car to make it roomier than it looked on the outside.

"Uncle, tell the one about the first Malfoy." Draco turned to his uncle eagerly.

"They don't want to hear that."

"There's a story about the first Malfoy?" Remus asked curiously.

"It's…it's just something Father used to tell Luke and me at bedtime." Cassius' hand flexed on the wheel.

"Please!" Draco pleaded."Uncle Lupin wants to hear it." Draco wheedled. Harry hid a smile as he realized that Draco had quickly figured out how to get his Uncle to do something – by saying that Remus would want it. Cassius was silent for a moment. "Please, Uncle."

"I don't know if I remember it." Cassius muttered.

"That's bullshit." Draco said bluntly. "You remember it. And if you forget a part, I'll help."

Harry looked over at his Dad and then glanced at Stevens whose mouth was quirked up in a smile. He looked at Papa who was looking at Cassius with a bit of concern. Remus noticed Harry looking at him and smiled reassuringly.

"All right, all right." Cassius said, giving in. "Long, long ago, during the very beginnings of our world, there was a great wizard named Maellfeyus. Maellfeyus lived in a large castle in the valley of the Green Mountains. Maellfeyus lived alone for many years, growing in power and wisdom. He lived with only his books and cauldrons to keep him company. Day after day, his loneliness began to consume him. Then, when he was walking in the forest, he saw a beautiful witch across the glen." Harry looked over at Draco and watched as Draco mouthed the words along with Cassius. "She moved with the grace of a wood elf. She had hair the color of the full moon and eyes the color of misty fog. Her pale beauty struck him deep in his heart. Her name was Ducina. Maellfeyus gazed upon at her and knew he was in love, he knew his loneliness was ended. He vowed he would have her, he would love her for all time. Ducina had heard of Maellfeyus' greatness but he was ugly and she recoiled from him. For seven years, Maellfeyus wooed her. Finally she realized, in spite of his looks, she was in love with him and they were married. It was the happiest day of Maellfeyus' life.

"When their first child was born, the baby looked just like his mother, with pale hair and silvery eyes. Maellfeyus was so in love with his wife Ducina that he determined her beauty should be passed down to all of their line. He worked for many years to create a spell that would ensure her beauty would be immortal – that it would be passed from one generation to another. Their descendents would be a living memorial to Ducina's beauty and Maellfeyus' love. And that is why all Malfoys have hair the color of moonlight and eyes the color of fog."

"Except you..." Draco said in a hushed voice.

"Except me." Cassius' hand flexed again.

"Because…" Draco said, looking at his uncle expectantly.

"Because the magic was weak in me and my father was cursed with an unlucky son who broke the chain of generations." Cassius said, his voice smooth and hard. Harry swallowed hard and moved closer to Papa as the air in the car got colder.

"That's not what Dad would say." Draco looked at his uncle with a perplexed frown.

"What did he say?" Remus asked.

"He would say…" Draco thought for a moment then took a deep breath. "All Malfoys have hair the color of moonlight and eyes the color of fog except for your uncle Cassius. When he was inside his mother, her vast love for him battled with Maellfeyus' eternal love for his wife. Neither side won. And so when he was born, he had his mother's eyes and Ducina's hair."

"I like that." Remus said, moving forward and putting his arms around Cassius' shoulders. The air in the car slowly returned to normal.

"When did he say that?" Cassius asked.

"He always said that." Draco answered. "I thought Grandfather must have told him that."

"No."

"I heard Lucius tell that story so many times I could recite it myself. He always told it that way – with Draco's ending." Stevens said.

"During my 2nd year?" Cassius turned and looked at Stevens who nodded. "I don't remember that."

"We're almost there. Look, you can see it." Draco pointed out the window. Harry leaned across Stevens to look out the window. A huge stone mansion was now in sight. It looked almost as big as Hogwarts.

"You actually live here?" Harry asked, incredulous.

"Of course, what did you expect? Some tiny hut? Malfoys are one of the richest wizarding families." Draco said, the characteristic Malfoy pride evident in his voice. "Isn't it beautiful?"

Harry glanced at his dad who seemed to become colder as the mansion got nearer. The car landed in front of the ornate door.

"Well, this ought to be fun." Stevens said wryly as they climbed out of the car.

Harry stepped into the great entry way of Malfoy Manor and looked around. It was amazing, huge, quiet and ornate.

"Ah, my son and grandson return." A portrait on the landing spoke. Harry looked up and saw Julius Malfoy. "And who are these others?"

"No one you need concern yourself with, Father." Cassius responded coolly as he started up the stairs to Draco's room.

"Have you found a wife yet?" Julius asked. "Have you had an heir? What did I do to deserve such a failure of a son?"

"You raped my mother."

The portrait gaped at Cassius as he walked by. Harry could see that Draco looked astonished and watched his uncle.

"Hurry up, Draco. I'd like to leave here as soon as possible." Cassius said through gritted teeth.

Stevens patted Harry on his shoulder.

Draco's bedroom was huge. He threw some clothes into a bag along with some books and a picture of his mother and father. They headed back down the hallway.

"Which room was your room, Dad?" Harry asked, skipping to catch up with Cassius and taking hold of his hand.

"My room…would you want to see it?" Cassius looked down at Harry.

"Could we?" Harry asked.

"You always stayed in the guest room." Draco said.

"I did…but I had a room – I think Dobby kept it just like it was…" Cassius stopped in the middle of the hallway. "It was…this door." He turned to his left and put his hand on the door.

"But – that door's locked…I've tried every unlocking spell in Father's books!" Draco cried out.

The doorknob turned in Cassius' hand and he and Harry entered. Harry looked around – it was a boy's room. It was a cold and impersonal. The mirror over the dresser had been covered. There were no books or clothes in the room.

"I…I was 12 the last time I was in this room." Cassius said slowly. "I don't think I was ever happy here. Let's go home, shall we?" He looked down at Harry and smiled. Harry smiled back.