Malfoy Manor was perfect. Pristine. Seemingly untouched by the hands of time, war, or neglect. The hedges and gardens perfectly trimmed, the drive without a pebble out of place. Full of Renaissance style splendor and glory. The iron gates stood proudly, shielding it from the view of muggles. And keeping unwanted visitors where they belonged.
It was wrong. Uncanny. Strange. Julian had known the Manor his entire life. He'd never seen it in this state, before the war began. Before he was even born, maybe before his father or grandfather were born. But many other things had surprised him today, so while he had been expecting the unexpected, this was entirely out of the realm of possibility of his mind.
He reaches his hand towards the wrought-iron gates, half expecting them to deny him entry. But, another surprise, they swing forward – beckoning him onto the grounds.
He stood there, shocked, but only for a moment before stepping onto the grounds before him, his steps crunching the gravel beneath his feet.
Upon reaching the imposing doors of the main entrance he pauses. Should he knock? Would anyone be home? Would they recognize him?
Before he could make a decision, the doors swing open without trace of a creak or squeak. In front of him stands a boy, probably around his own age, with hair as white as snow and angled cheeks that remind Julian of his grandfather.
"Yes?" the boy asks, seemingly bored.
"Oh, hello," Julian responds quickly, "I'm looking for the Malfoy's, would you happen to know if I'm in the correct place?"
The boy looks at him as if he'd grown another head and Julian begins to think that in this world, the Malfoy's may not even exist. Suddenly his hope of finding a way home seems very far out of reach.
"Are you joking?" the boy asks with a raised brow, though he doesn't laugh.
"No of course not, sorry, I must have the wrong address" Julian says, backing away from the manor and the boy. Maybe he will have better luck at Hogwarts, if it exists in this world at least.
"Are you with the Ministry?" the blonde boy asks.
"The Ministry? No, no sorry this is a personal matter. It is imperative I speak with the Malfoy's quickly, do you know where I might find them?" Julian asks, hopeful that he may actually get some information from the boy now that his interest is piqued.
"What sort of personal matter? Is this about the reparations? Or a charity?" The blonde boy seems very interested now, his eyebrows drawn and face calculating. Maybe it was a mistake to come here, but it's the only home Julian has every known, and so he has to try.
"Charity? No, no this is a very personal matter, and one that is urgent. Can you please tell me where I might find the Malfoy family? They're the only ones I can speak to about this." Julian waits as the blonde boy seems to ponder his request. After a few moments he nods to himself and then steps forward, towards Julian, with his hand outstretched.
"Draco Malfoy, at your service."
A/N
This story is based on a dream I had. I don't think I've ever read a story quite like it and a week later it's still bouncing around my brain. Though since I've had the dream my appendix decided to bow out and I'm recovering from surgery, I have a feeling this story could shape up into a fantastic piece about the Malfoy's and what could have been in the HP universe. While it isn't finished yet, I wanted to share the idea and get feedback on the premise.
This is only a teaser and I have much more to write, but please follow along if you'd like to see a whole host of AU Malfoy's kicking ass and taking names in a war versus Muggles in a universe where they aim to eradicate witches and wizards with superior technology. A world where the Malfoy's are pillars of the resistance and underground wizard community.