The Malfoy Chronicles: A Witch in Time

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Abraxas took a deep, shuddering breath. If Filch was telling him the truth, and that was a big IF, as the old fool was drunk about 85% of the time… But IF he was truthful, then he had been thrown over twenty years into the past. Was Draca here? Was she okay?

He pulled his wand from its sheath in his sleeve.

“Point Me, Draca Malfoy.” he mumbled. He held the wand in his palm, and it spun like the needle of a compass. He felt hot tears well up in his eyes when the wand actually found a direction. “I’m coming, sis. Just hold on.” He said softly, and began to walk in the direction that the wand had pointed him.

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James, Draca, and Tobias sat in the family room in quiet contemplation.

“I could go with you.” James said suddenly, and both Draca’s and Tobias’ heads snapped up.

“That’s a suicide mission.” Tobias said firmly. “Not only are you a half-blood, but you are the son of Harry Potter himself. You are named after a man that the Dark Fuck killed personally, and you’re not fully human. That’s quite a few strikes against you, mate.” Tobias said. James growled with annoyance.

“You’re a half-blood.” He argued.

“But my father is a loyal servant.” Tobias countered.

They were silent once more, each in his or her own world of thought.

“What are you going to do about all of the memories you hold of the future, and how the War ends?” she asked Tobias. Both of the boys looked at her, then at each other, and cursed simultaneously.

“Bugger me backwards….I didn’t even think of that!” Tobias snapped. James snapped his fingers, an idea coming to him.

“I can deal with that. I learned a bit of legilimency as a…er…hobby. And combined with my ability to twist magic into doing exactly what I want it to, I might be able enter your mind to copy and then wipe your memories of anything pertaining to the War, then give them back if we ever get out of this awkward time.” James said. Tobias’ black eyes met James’ unnaturally gold ones.

“Do you think you can do that without totally frying my brain? I’d like to be able to form sentences and not soil myself when I face He-Who-Didn’t-Get-Hugged-As-A-Child.” He said. Draca snorted softly at the choice of names. “Oh…and please erase that, too.” Tobias said. James grinned, and nodded.

“I’ll try to erase as little as possible. I know you can use your impeccable Occlumency skills to protect the rest.” James said. Tobias felt a small sense of relief that James was confident in his Occlumency skills. He had been trained personally by his father, and could keep him at bay easily. He hoped he was good enough to skirt around Voldemort as well as his father had. “Now…I’m going to get behind you, and work my- sorry for the horrible joke-magic.” James said. Tobias pulled himself up on his knees, trying to relax himself as James walked around behind him. He took a shaky breath as he felt James’ hand on the top of his head. Not one member of the trio noticed the curious black eyes watching them from the doorway.

James held his other hand up, palm flat, in front of his face. He murmured something, and Tobias went rigid, his eyes closing tight and his teeth clenching together. A misty blue substance began to pool in James’ upheld hand, not quite liquid and not quite gas. It glowed like a memory from a Pensieve, but its color was more intense and solid. Draca’s eyes widened when she looked at Tobias’ face. The muscles in his jaw were clenching, his teeth were bared, and he was foaming at the mouth.

James’ eyes had taken on an unnatural fiery red, and were glowing more forcefully than even Voldemort’s slits. Several moments later Tobias’ stiff body began to shake underneath James’ hand. At first it was a slight tremble, as if he was cold, but in the span of a few minutes the shaking had increased so much in intensity that Tobias threatened to jerk out from under James’ hand.

The substance in James’ palm grew slightly larger, its glow lighting up the entire room. James suddenly pulled his hand away from Tobias, who fell to the ground with a hard thud, and placed it near the orb of magic. James carefully tilted his hand sideways, and the orb floated between his two palms. He pushed his hands together, and in doing so began to shrink the memories. He seemed satisfied once the orb reached the size of an American half-dollar. He mumbled something unintelligible, and the orb solidified, looking very much like a large blue marble. He plucked it from the air, and its glow faded, leaving only a glittery glint on the surface.

His eyes, however, remained the strange glowing red. Draca had gone to Tobias’ side, and was gently stroking his face as he eased himself out of the convulsions. He went limp with a pained grunt, and was still. James looked at the memory marble. He held it up to the base of his neck, and a sliver of magic shot out from the top, solidifying into the marble and around his neck in the shape of a black chord, disguising the memories as a common pendant.

“Impressive magic.” Said a deep, velvety voice. “I do hope, however, that you haven’t fried my son’s brain before he’s had the pleasure of meeting the Dark Lord. Because if you have, you beastly little creature, you may as well draw up my death certificate and kiss your friend goodbye.”

James turned to the Potions Master, startling him with his vivid red eyes.

“Don’t fear for your son. He is perfectly safe.” James said, his voice strangely deep. Draca looked up at James, her blue eyes revealing her fear. She knew that James himself was harmless, but his magic sometimes had a mind of its own, as did the beast inside. And when they mixed, bad things happened.

James looked down at Tobias, whose head was now resting in Draca’s lap, and smiled. He turned away, and walked towards Severus, whose hand inched towards where he stashed his wand. James grinned, his fangs glinting dangerously in the light of the room.

“Why go for you wand? Do you feel that I am going to attack you? I’m not, you know.” James said, and walked past Severus without as much as another backward glance. Severus dark gaze rested on his son, lying prone with his head in the young Malfoy’s lap. He sneered slightly at the young blonde.

“Stop coddling him. I’ll deal with my son. You go calm that beast down before he lights the house on fire or causes some other draconic destruction.” Severus said sharply to Draca. She gently lifted Tobias’ head, shifted out from under him, and placed his head gently on the floor. She breezed by the Dark Potions Master with her nose in the air. He sneered at her retreating form, watching with distaste as she ascended the stairs.

“Pompous little bint… She’ll be knocked off of that high horse once she realizes that her grandfather will want her in his custody…being one big happy family and all…”

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Draca entered the room that James was in. Harry and Ron were nowhere to be found, presumably off somewhere plotting some way to get themselves killed, or maimed, or whatever the hell else they were good at doing during their childhood.

James was sitting on the bed he shared with his father. It was a large bed, and they almost never touched, unless Harry decided to toss and turn, which he tended to do when he had ‘dreams.’ Harry had agreed to sleep with James under the argument that Ron snored ‘like someone flossing a troll’s teeth with a jack-hammer.’ James had had to admit it was true, his acute hearing waking him up several times throughout the night.

James looked up at the door, his glowing red eyes boring into Draca’s blue ones.

“How do you feel about me?” James asked, his voice still abnormally deep.

Draca blinked, caught unaware by the question.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…Do you like me?”

“Of course! You’re my best friend!” she said with a smile.

“Only a friend?”

“Well…we’ve never really tried anything else. I do like you. A lot. Probably more than normal friends like each other. So…no, I guess, not only a friend.” She said. James smiled, and gracefully removed himself from the bed, coming close to her. She was tall, but he surpassed her in height, and looked down at her fondly.

“May I kiss you?” he asked, reaching up a hand to stroke her face. She seemed to contemplate this for a moment, pulling her lower lip between her teeth.

“Yes.”

The word was no sooner out of her mouth then his lips descended on hers, tilting his head to the side to allow better access to her mouth. A deep purr started in his chest when she reached up her hands to place them on his face. He pulled away a few moments later, looking quite happy.

“This could work after all!”
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