Albus Potter 2.2

The year was 1600, and Albus had just released himself from the time lock. Emily Malfoy was about to be born, and he had just over a year to connect his blood with the boggart shape changing abilities. That sponge invention, (the thing that sucked Tom Riddle's power) would be tweaked to absorb such a thing. Because the people of the time were so superstitious, those creatures lived in abundance. It was not hard to track one down, but overcoming the fearful form was another thing entirely. The form it took is not entirely important; just know that he'd taken a drug that would disconnect his emotions to what he was seeing. The creature grew enrag3d at this, and for once showed its true form. Then, it charged, right into the waiting sponge.

The hunt was over, with plenty of time to spare. He now needed to observe that rich muggle family to whom he'd be taking as a family. When the time came, he tricked their eyes into seeing two babies born that day. He, was in his new form, and would have to discreetly change it to look like he was aging like any other human being through the years. By reabsorbing the boggart's power, it just came naturally to him how to do this.

He 'Remus Malfoy' was twin to Emily, the first child of Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy. These muggle parents were quite rich, and by being their first son, would inherit it all. On their third birthday, another son was born into the family. Lucifer was a jealous and malicious boy, much like his descendant, Draco Malfoy.

Their family had never heard of the magical community, and now they would be thrust into it as the school letters came to their door. To say the least, the parents were shocked, but happy for them. Now, the Malfoy's were very rich people at this time. They loved to show off, and at school would be no exception. The mother gave them expensive sweets and gifts almost every week, but this made them unpopular with the students. The students did not like rich mud-bloods. Emily soon became specialized with silent memory charms, and before you knew it their mockers soon forgot that annoying little detail.

With all these worthless gifts, Remus soon became a small time business man, selling them off to his fellow students. Being that they didn't have money, special tasks were allotted to them. With this to keep him occupied, the year went past in a flash, and he soon found himself home again in the muggle world.

He was so bored that he could have asked the servants if they needed any help. Instead, he spent a greater part of the summer trying to convince his father to buy a house elf. He had heard of them, and they would be most loyal to who ever bought them. This would not be his father, since he was not 'of the wizard world.' In the end, many pounds were converted into Wizard money, and Elvis was bought. He thought it a fitting name seeing how the creature talked. Between the two of them, they managed to keep busy till school started once more.

When they returned, Elvis came with him. His business resumed and he had some practically eating out of his hand. They just loved muggle toys, and their Gryphondoor classmate sure knew how to sell it. He would gain a reputation as a respectable young man. Then, Lucifer would come and people would be shocked at just how different they were. They were known as brothers from another mother, and both boys did not mind. Neither of them wished to be associated with the other. That was how the school year went.

At home, Remus was celebrating his last year at school. Back then, every one finished at fifteen. Life as he knew it was about to take a drastic turn. His father had arranged for him and his sister to be married in the fall.

Lucifer was evil at heart. He detested having muggle parents and fully blamed them for the constant bullying he'd received at school. Everyone expected him to be his brother. It just wasn't supposed to be like this. One day he had enough. Cursing into his tormentors, created screams of agony. Then, he was expelled from school. When he got home, he expected some family support. He didn't get none.

Remus was a goody two shoes. He had actually asked his father to not discipline him lightly just because he was eldest boy. Lucifer knew he would not have been so 'pathetic' were he the eldest boy. He would have taken advantage of his father. Remus seemed to know that, and to some extent, helped with what discipline he needed. Today would be no different. Eleven year old Lucifer would not be a loud to attend the twins wedding. No! He would be stuck at home with the house elf and the African slave/cook.

'The slave,' as he called her, was an inferior being. That, was what his father had taught him. The man had said, 'We the rich are superior to all else. Servants are lower than us, and colored people even more. When you are having a bad day, take it out on them and not even god will hold you against it.' 'Thanks' for the advice father.' Lucifer whispered wickedly. To the servant quarters he went, with an evil glint in his eyes.

Remus and Emily had just been married. Now, it was time to celebrate at their fathers place. It would be hours before the guests arrived, and the food delivered. They still had a lot to do, but Remus wanted to say hello to the dark maiden. He had never liked the way his people treated her, and he wanted her to understand that before he left. When he finally found her, she was a mess. She was a mass of bruises, and she'd clearly been raped. In any other life time, 'like one in which Lucifer was eldest,' father would have ignored the pleadings of his son. Now, Remus had worked him into a rage.

Father now detested his son, Lucifer wasn't strong enough, or proud enough, or smart enough to be a Malfoy. Lucifer failed in every way as far as his father was concerned and Father had never been reticent when pointing out Lucifer's failures, usually accompanied by the business end of his cane across his back. Now would be no different. In secret, he tried to beat the bad out of him.

The man was practically radiating anger. How could this happen, and on a wedding day no less. He had to hide this, just for now. When the guests arrived, they were told Lucifer had taken ill. The maid was not missed at all. Inside, Lucifer sat in terrible pain. His father had not only beaten him, but poor boiling water on his upper legs. He would not forget anytime soon. In fact, he would never forget.

In the nine months that followed, a child was born. Had Remus not been first born, the child would have been killed. Now, this albino baby lived to be a reminder of WHAT NOT TO DO. Little Charity had been 'taken in' as a ward of good will. Her father, now lived in hiding. The wizarding world wanted him dead for what he did to those children. His own father detested him, and would have sent him to the authorities were it not for Remus.

Charity was now four years of age. Her grandfather adored her, and was forever grateful he let Remus talk him in to keeping her. Her angelic smile warmed his failing heart. Later that night, he died with the child sleeping in his arms. Now, Remus had a lot of work to do.

Apart from arranging the funeral, he was determined to make sure the great ancestor of Draco Malfoy would fulfill his line as history has written once before. People thought he'd gone soft when he changed his name to Youngson. They thought it was in honor of his brother. In reality, he wanted nothing to do with that accursed name. Their morals were trash, and it was time he fixed this.

Tonight, he found himself sleeping in his parents' old bed. Normally, he would be in his own house, but since he inherited this one, he would not let it go to waste. It had been a long day. After harassing his brother, Lucifer has agreed to being bound to the life of a farmer. A charmed rock would choose who was to inherit this task, or so Lucifer had been told. The rock had really been designed to follow the line until Draco was born. The world could not afford that family working within the walls of the ministry of magic.

The Malfoy's continued to care for the fields and animals in the muggle way. Youngson, set about to aid the poor muggle around him. They, would be the driving force behind a better country. The magic community looked on in puzzlement. How could any muggle get along with their kind? Eventually, these people would migrate to the western coast of Africa. Their settlements have the best agricultural farms, and a booming business. The other African's would learn from them, respect for all human kind.

So life went on till Remus was the ancient age of 120. His large family, took an oath to never bring back the immoral traditions of his father. It was then he chose his heir. 5'th down the line of youngest sons, was Mathew. He and his family were forever to govern the morals of the Malfoy's and those around them. When Remus 'died' Mathew felt that he and his young family could now live in peace and comfort.