The Malfoy Chronicles

This chapter is a bit strange. Harmless, but strange.

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Fortunately for Draca that spring she was eligible to register for a sort of grammar school offered to the children of witches and wizards age six and older. This was a new concept to Lucius, as he and Draco had both been taught their letters and numbers at home by private tutors. It was supposed to give the children a chance to meet kids their own age earlier. It also taught them the basic logics and history of magic, and some of the more important rules of the magical world. Draca was excited to go, but Lucius was nervous to let her go. He had become very attached to the little girl in the time he had been home, and he was reluctant to let her out of his sight. And the fact that Abraxas would be going to the same school until he started Hogwarts didn’t make him feel at all better.



Draca was very eager to start to school, because she saw it as a new start. She had begged her grandmother and grandfather to take her shopping for new clothes so that she could make a good impression on her classmates.



Narcissa, a female, had been more than happy to comply, but Lucius was a little more male and really wasn’t that fond of shopping. But he went anyway to make her happy. Draca had been bought nearly an entire wardrobe, but she didn’t complain one bit.



Abraxas, jealous of her attention, had managed to weasel a new wardrobe for himself out of his parents. Then he made himself a silent promise to make her life at school hell as well.



The first day of school Draca woke up extra early so she could primp and prune herself to look extra nice for the day. She selected her favorite outfit, and her favorite shoes, and brushed her hair. She put in a ribbon for extra decoration, and then kissed Mr. Dragon goodbye for the day. She hurried downstairs and ate her breakfast quickly. Lucius had designated himself to escort her to the school grounds, as Draco or his wife didn’t care, and Narcissa wasn’t a morning person.



Draca was all but hopping in her enthusiasm. Lucius laughed at her eagerness. “Calm down, dove. There will be enough school to go around for everyone. I promise.” He said. She tried to restrain herself.



“Oh grandfather! I’m so excited!” she said. He tried to calm her down by giving a verbal check-off of everything she needed.



“Quills and ink?” he asked.



“Check!” she squealed.



“Parchment and books?” he asked.



“Check!” she squealed.



“Knickers?” he asked.



“Ch- what?” she asked.



He laughed. “Just checking.” He said. She smiled, and hugged him.



Once they arrived at the school grounds, a little of Lucius’ fears were set aside. The little grammar school was located in a cozy little building just outside Hogsmeade. It was a beautiful little school, and looked almost like a miniature Hogwarts. There was even a mock Quidditch field on the playground where some of the children could play a watered down version of the popular magical sport on toy brooms.



Lucius felt extremely out of place here. Most of the escorts of the children were their mothers. There were only a few fathers dotted throughout the crowd. But there weren’t any grandparents that Lucius could discern.



He waited patiently in the line to sign Draca in. Many of the mothers standing around him were staring at him nervously. He didn’t like being stared at, but he ignored the women.



Draca stood at her grandfather’s leg, looking around at all of the children. She was amazed at the sheer numbers, both returning and new.



But Lucius’ discomfort was not about to end with the stares of all of these women. No. Someone had to recognize him….someone he wasn’t too fond of.



“Mr. Malfoy!” came a voice from behind Lucius. Lucius recognized the voice and inwardly cringed, but turned to meet the person anyway.



“Ah! Mr. Harry Potter. It’s been a few years. Nine, I think?” he said, forcing a smile as the black-haired man approached him. Harry stuck out a hand in greeting.



“Still as bitter as ever, I see. Ah well. Who do we have here?” Harry asked, withdrawing his hand when he saw Lucius wasn’t going to take it. He instead looked down to Draca, whose shyness caused her to duck behind her grandfather’s legs.



“This is my granddaughter, Mr. Potter. Her name is Draca. Come out, dove, and say hello to Mr. Harry Potter, The Boy Who Defeated.” He said. Harry frowned.



“That’s the past. I’m more interested in the present. I’d like you to meet my son.” He said, and turned as if he were looking for someone. “Hmm….where’d he go?” he said to himself, and turned in a complete circle. “James?” he said, raising his voice just a little.



“Coming dad!” came a small voice, and the sounds of grunts as someone pushing through a crowd. Lucius was taken aback by the boy who emerged from behind his father.



“What the hell is he?” Lucius asked. Harry frowned. Clearly Lucius had been out of touch with the Prophet while in Azkaban. Three years before, when James had been only three, the boy had been kidnapped by a band of rogue Death Eaters who had managed to stay on the run for a number of years. James had been taken while he played at the park. His mother and father had been devastated, thinking they would never see their little boy again. James had been subjected to numerous experimental spells and potions that had finally taken their toll on the little boy. He had emerged from the experience looking like the offspring of a human and a dragon. He had the body of a human, but with a few draconic accessories. He had large black wings that had a dark opalescence to them, and a long tail that swished when he walked. His ears pointed at the tip, and Lucius discovered later that the boy had fangs akin to those of a vampire.



“He’s a little boy, Lucius.” Harry said, noting the look of sadness that had spread over his son’s face when Lucius had made the comment.



Draca, on the other hand, was fascinated by the little boy. She smiled. “He’s just a little different.” She said. James looked up at her. She went over to him. “I’m different too.” She said. James ran a hand through his messy black hair.



“Yeah right. You’re too pretty to be different.” He said. She blushed softly.



“No. I’m-” but she was interrupted by her grandfather clearing his throat. Harry looked at Lucius.



“Let her finish, Mr. Malfoy.” He said. Lucius’ eyes lit up with contempt for Harry, and he looked down at his granddaughter to see what she was going to do.



She looked up at Harry, and he smiled. “I’m a Parselmouth.” She said. Harry’s smile faded immediately. A few of the mothers who had been standing by listening in lazily gasped, and immediately withdrew their children from the vicinity of the little girl.



“You’re…what?” Harry asked, hoping he had misheard her. If she had just admitted to being what he thought she had just admitted to being, she would never be at peace. Not after her grandfather’s past. Not after what the magical world had just come out of not too long ago. Not after Him.



“I’m a Parselmouth. I can talk to snakes….” She said, as if she were explaining it to someone who didn’t know.



“I know what that is, dear, but I’m afraid you’ve just marked yourself.” He said, and she then noticed all of the people around her staring at her with terrified expressions. Lucius glanced around, anger boiling up inside. It was that little bastard Potter’s fault. He had egged her on to tell her secret.



But James wasn’t shaken. He only grinned at the little girl. “Now we’re both marked.” He said. “Would you like to accompany me?” he asked, holding out his hand for the little girl.



Draca looked around at the people, who whispered maliciously. Then she looked back at James, who’s hand was still extended to her. “Where are we going?” she asked him.



“To class, my friend. Our parents- and grandparents- can register for us.” He said. She smiled softly, and took his extended hand, much to the utter amazement and anger of Lucius. The two walked off towards the schoolhouse together, with the crowd parting before them.



Harry raised an eyebrow. “Well. That’s certainly a strange and unusual friendship.” He said.



Lucius was too angry to speak. “Rot in hell, Potter.” He said, and stormed past the man in a flurry of black robes and bitterness. The crowd of men and women parted before the dark wizard, and as soon as he was out of range of the protective spells of the school ground, he Apparated in a puff of angry black smoke.



Harry frowned. “I’ll save you a seat, then, Mr. Malfoy.” He said, and started towards the school to register his son, something Harry realized Lucius hadn't done with Draca.



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