What if?
Summary: what would have happened if Lucius wasn't a death eater and he married Lilly, and James married Narcissa, find out here! Read on! NO FLAMES PLEASE! WARNING: CHARECTERS VERY OOC! Oh and did I mention lemons?
PROLOGE / DEFAULT CHAPTER
Third person point of view
Mrs. Malfoy stood in the kitchen talking to her personal maid when her son Lucius came, sweeping in,
"Mother" he acknowledged
"Lucius how are you dear?" She asked
"Fine, and you?" he asked.
She smirked before replying, "Im alright, dear."
With a nod of his head and a snap of his small fingers his house elf, dobby appeared and squeaked,
"Is Young master wanting something?"
"Yes I would like my coat please." The child replied.
His mother looked at him skeptically before asking,
"Are you going somewhere, dear?"
Lucius sighed and replied with,
"Yes mother, im going to Diagon alley, alone."
As he said alone, he eyed his mother warily
"Alone? But honey, your only eleven years old? Are you sure you'll be okay?"
Lucius rolled his eyes and said "of course mother, I'm a Malfoy!"
His mother sighed and nodded then said,
"Just be careful, and DON'T pick fights."
Lucius looked around a bewildered expression playing on his feature's
"Who me, Mother how could you even suggest such a thing" he asked sarcasm dripping off every word.
They turned when a chuckle could be heard coming from the direction of the door, Lucius nor his mother had realized that his father had come in. Lucius grinned at his father shouting a hasty 'bye' before dashing off before his parents could stop him. As he passed the gate and turned left, his family lived right down the road from the leaky cauldron, he picked up his pace.
Reaching the leaky cauldron he looked for tom, the owner, he asked tom to open the archway for him, Lucius muttered his thanks and walked through the archway, to go in search of his best friend Severus Snape.
(Lilly's house)
Lilly's mother took another pie out of the oven and put another tray of cookies in. Lilly's mother liked baking, especially in June and today was June 19, 1953. A week before Lilly's birthday, Lilly would turn ten on June 29, 'sigh' she is growing up so fast.
When the timer for the cookies went off, she took out the tray and turned around to put the cookies on the table for the girls to decorate, but she stopped dead in her tracks and laughed her self silly at the sight before her, Lilly's face around her mouth, and nose, even a smudge on her forehead, was covered in frosting. And Petunia was covered from head to toe in powdered sugar, both trying to look as innocent as possible, with mouths crammed full of cookies, and candy sprinkles, and such.
I smiled at the girls and said,
"Go get cleaned up you two!"
The girls giggled and nodded their little heads and dashed up the stairs I sighed and felt a bubble of mirth coming forwards.