The Malfoy residence was vast, Harry noticed, about ten times bigger than the Dursley's relatively modest ("normal", they called it. He hated that word) home, and it was... strange. The walls seem to groan and shift as they moved, warping to move out of their way, as colors seemed to ignite and swirl within the inky black bricks, forming windows and doors as they passed. Harry idly wondered what would happen if someone were to enter one of those doors. Would it disappear once they got inside ? Or did it somehow register their presence and appear as they moved ? Did it sense the presence of any person, or just of a Malfoy ? Harry thought back to what Lucius had said. "Magic"... well, looks like he wasn't joking
The very air seemed to buzz with electricity as they moved, so saturated was it with pure magical power. The Malfoy house, or the Faucibus Angui, as it was labelled in the official ancestral documents, had stood there for literal millennia, unchanging and, it seemed, eternal. It had seen hundreds of wizards and witches as it's masters, Light and Dark. It was, by itself, the most potent magical hotspot in Britain, and it showed. The air seemed to hum as they two moved, and light seemed to split as it moved through the air, giving everything an iridescent sheen. The Malfoy house, though currently aligned with the Dark, had portraits of Light wizards on the walls too, because the Malfoys, unlike the Blacks, valued history over blood.
An unfortunate consequence of this, of course, was that the portraits of Dark ancestors and Light ancestors were constantly squabbling, shouting, beating each other up, insulting each other. It all made for an exceedingly peculiar sight, and yet, again, undeniably magical. Serpents decorated the halls, running up and down the walls, and slithering along the high, vaulted ceiling. And each seemed strange, unearthly, for each bore a third eye set atop their skull, between the two ordinary serpent eyes. This was the now-extinct magical creature known as the Luscus Serpenti, the magical symbol of the Mal Fid lineage
Basically, the Malfoy house looked like what it was, the home of a family of wizards and witches. Harry felt... strange in it. The power that surged through the air seemed to suck at him, as if it was a vacuum, pulling him deeper into the house, and Harry swore that he could hear a voice call to him, through the magic of the house, distant and faint, as if separated from him by years of time.
Disoriented, he came to a halt in the middle of the hallway, scarcely noticing as Mrs. Malfoy stopped right beside him. They stood in front of a tall door, inlaid with curved, silver lines that seemed to twist and turn all over the black, ebony door, finally twisting into a name directly in the center of the door, over a small engraving of a serpent coiled into an S. It read
"Draco"
Harry practically doubled over with pain as he read the name, the whispers of the house's magic, now growing into screams and screeches, as they swirled around him, and entered his ears, and echoed around his brain
"Scarhead", they shouted, "Beloved"
His head hurt like hell, and he felt like he was right on the cusp of a discovery... of a memory. The screams grew louder, doubling over and shouting in a very familiar, resounding voice
"Scared, Potter ?"
"You wish"
"H-help me"
"I will never leave your side again"
A promise, he remembered, broken again and fulfilled again. A fabric, the fabric of time, torn and stitched and torn again. A black-clothed man, and familiar blue eyes. Whispers and lies. Blood flowing and bone cracking. Emerald Green meeting Ruby Red.
His eyes snapped open with a loud gasp, and he noticed Mrs. Malfoy towering over him, eyeing him with a curious and analytical gaze, a coldness hidden within it. The way a scientist looks at a lab rat.
"S-sorry, Mrs. Malfoy"
"Don't be. You must have reacted negatively to the magical field around the Malfoy House. It's perfectly understandable.", though it was clear that not even she believed that that was what had just happened
She stepped forward, and pushed open the door, and Harry felt the pain return, although he didn't double over this time
The room was luxurious, clearly, and well-decorated. The floor was made of black marble, and the walls were covered in opulent fixtures, portraits and bookshelves, all embroidered with the symbol of a three-eyed serpent
A memory rushed into his mind, from the distant... past ? No... future.
"This is your home too, now"
A large bed stood in the center of the room, a black wooden frame, and a large, comfortable white mattress, covered in a blanket
Moans and gasps
A small, black writing desk stood beside the bed, an open book on it, and a small, wooden, chair pulled up in front of it
"Really ? I thought sappy poems weren't your style, Malfoy ?"
Harry walked further into the room, acutely aware of the way Mrs. Malfoy's eyes were boring into him as he moved, burning small holes into the back of his head
"I-it's really nice, Mrs. Malfoy"
The older woman shifted back, not removing her eyes from him, as the corners of her mouth quirked up into a small smile, "I'm glad you like it"
The two stared at each other for a second, an awkward silence forming between them, before it was, thankfully, broken by the sound of a door slamming downstairs
"Ah, it appears that my son is home"
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