The Malfoy Chronicles: A Witch in Time

Two chapters in two days! Wow...I\'m good.



Dawnangel - I know you\'re anticipating the reasoning behind Abraxas\' sojourn to the past. Well, the answer is simple enough, but I\'m afraid you won\'t get it in this chapter. @_@ I\'m sorry...but I have to put Abraxas in with the other house-mates first, and I\'m afraid that even with the longest chapter yet, he isn\'t face-to-face with anyone important.



But to satisfy your curiosity just a little, I will give you a hint: If you read Deathly Hallows, I want you to think about the Sword of Gryffindor, and why it was able to defeat the Horcrux. Think about what it was made of, and the properties of that particular material. If you haven\'t read that book....well...just wait until next chapter because I\'ll have a full explanation then...

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Abraxas stood on the opposite street, looking at the place before him in disbelief. His wand was pointing, but there was no way. As he approached Number 11, his wand tilted slightly to its other side. As he approached Number 13, his wand pointed back the way he came. And why the hell was there no Number 12?



He cursed loudly, startling a group of Muggle passersby. He was tired, dirty, hungry, and his expensive shoes had never been designed to do all of the walking he had just endured. Three days he had been walking. Three Merlin-damned days following his wand, hoping to see his sister again. She was alive, that much he knew, otherwise the spell would not have pointed him towards her. The spell only picked up the signature of living creatures, or places that were still there. He paced back and forth, mumbling loudly as he drew his robe tight, trying to ward off the abnormally cool air of the night that was quickly approaching. He ignored the strange stares of a young Muggle man as he tucked his hands into the belled sleeves, his short-sleeved button-up doing nothing to keep him warm.



“Where are you, Draca?”



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“There’s someone outside.” Sirius said, his voice grim. “And it’s no coincidence. He’s been out there for hours, pacing back and forth… And he looks strangely familiar.” He added. Arthur Weasley peeked out of the grimy window, nodding as he saw the young man Sirius was referring to.



“We’ll watch him a bit longer. I’ve already sent word to Dumbledore. He said he’ll be along as soon as he deals with some things at Hogwarts.” Arthur said.



“I’ll bet it’s a slimy little Death Eater…” Sirius said acidly.



“He looks so young…he looks to be only Percy’s age…” Arthur said sadly.



“He-Who-Never-Got-Laid has been recruiting idiots right off of Platform 9 ¾. Besides, Arthur….he has his hood up, and you can’t really see his face that well in the light of the street lamp… He’s probably much older than that…” Sirius said, wanting to believe himself that there wasn’t some sick Junior Death Eater staking out his house in the hopes of getting brownie points with Voldemort.



In the few days after the dueling incident with the Terror Twins, as James and Tobias were referred to by Sirius, Sirius’ pink hair had begun to fade. It was now almost completely back to its original black state. Draca’s lime-green hair had given her quite a fit. But being the sneaky little snake she was (or so Sirius thought of her), she had managed to come up with a look that worked with her hair. She was sporting a wood-nymph look. Her lips were almost always painted a rich kelly green, her eyes lined thick with gold, and her skin dusted with a fine glitter. Sirius had no idea where she had gotten her make-up, as she and her two dark lovers had arrived in their school clothes.



James walked into the room, a large sandwich in his hands. He munched away happily, ignoring the sneer he received from Sirius.



“Do you ever stop eating?” Sirius asked.



“Do you ever mind your own damn business?” James retorted, taking a large bite of his sandwich.



“It’s rude to answer a question with a question.” Sirius snapped.



“It’s also rude to slash somebody’s throat and drink their blood….but I’m getting kind of thirsty, and you’re being kind of annoying…” James said, an evil smile on his face. Sirius shut up quickly.



“So whatcha lookin’ at?” James asked, coming to the window that the two men were standing at.



“We have a suspicious loiterer.” Arthur said. James took a bite of his sandwich, and then looked out the window. With the dark shadows his hood was casting across his face, James couldn’t make out his features.



“Want me to eat him?” James asked, looking between the two men. Neither could decide if he was joking or not, so they decided not to give a joking answer.



“Er…no.” Arthur said softly.



“Want me to…dispatch him?” James asked, his mouth full this time. Sirius looked out the window again, frowning as the stranger stole a paper from an old Muggle who had been walking his dog. The old man started, and walked quickly away before the young man decided he wanted to steal anything else.



“I can make it look like an accident…” James said, his voice jarringly quiet.



“Make what look like an accident?” said a voice behind them. James turned to flash a grin at Draca.



“Our shadowed friend’s untimely and violently bloody death.” He said, looking back to the street. Draca leaned in while James was preoccupied and stole a bite of his sandwich. He growled, and pulled it back. “Mine…” he huffed. Draca nudged herself in between Arthur and James. She looked at the stranger, chewing thoughtfully at her sandwich.



“Can’t see his face…” she said. “Why don’t you send James to eat him?” Draca asked. The small group was quiet for a moment, before the whoosh of the fireplace was heard. The four turned to see Tonks exit the fireplace, Kingsley Shacklebolt flashing out behind a few moments later.



“Dumbledore said you had a stalker out there. He sent us as in his stead, as he has some business at Hogwarts that can’t be interrupted.” Tonks said.



“We wouldn’t have a problem if they’d just let me eat him…” James said. Shacklebolt blinked at the boy, this being his first time near him. He’d heard about the young dragon boy from Tonks, but didn’t quite believe her. This boy was….well…..weird looking, to be absolutely honest…



“As entertaining as that sounds, young man…I’m sure the Muggles would notice…” Kingsley said.



James snapped his teeth playfully at Draca, who was attempting to steal another bite of his sandwich.

“Mine…” he growled. She giggled softly.



“Tonks, you and I will go outside and…retrieve our visitor. We will Apparate him inside for some good old-fashioned interrogation…” Kingsley said, an eerie grin on his face. Tonks grinned as well, and popped her knuckles.



“Let’s get to it.” She said. Draca scoffed, and James shook his head.



“As fun as that sounds, I think I’d much rather reacquaint myself to the roof of Draca’s mouth.” James said, finishing off his sandwich. Draca blushed hotly as James took her hand and pulled her from the room and up the stairs.



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Abraxas leaned against the light pole, staring at the non-existent place where his sister was supposed to be. This was grating on his last nerve, and he was very close to hexing the next Muggle that walked by and stared at him strangely. His clothes were of impeccable fashion, made of the highest-quality materials. The serpent clasp at his throat was made of solid silver with real emerald eyes set in the serpent’s head.



He heard two barely muffled ‘pops,’ and tensed immediately when he felt two magical auras nearby. His grandfather had taught him that particular trick, and had said it had come in handy during the War. He looked around, his wand in his hand.



He jumped when he felt something prod his back, and growled when invisible fingers took his wand. Somebody had just snuck up on him under a Disallusionment charm. Fuck.



“Don’t do anything you will regret, stranger.” A female voice said in his ear. He felt an arm, slightly small, go around the front of him. He lashed out with his elbow, catching his invisible assailant in the ribs. The arm dropped, and he took off like a bat out of hell. A big black wizard appeared in front of him suddenly, his wand pointed right at him. He turned around to come face-to-face with Tonks, one hand on her ribs and the other pointing her wand at him. Just as Abraxas started to come up with a bearing to Apparate, he felt the heavy jolt of an Anti-Apparition spell, and cursed. Kingsley cast a Binding Spell, and grabbed him roughly by the front of the robes. There were another two ‘pops,’ and the street was quiet once again.



Abraxas was thrown roughly to the floor in the Tapestry room, and cried out as a boot struck him in the side. He was dragged once more to his feet, and thrown into a wooden straight-backed chair, and bonded to it. His hood was wrenched back, and he heard gasps.



“Good god…he looks exactly like Lucius Malfoy…”



“That’s a Malfoy all right…look at that blonde hair. And those eyes…”



The large black wizard pulled up a chair in front of Abraxas, and sat down in front of him.



“What’s your name, boy?” he asked gruffly. Abraxas, stubborn mule-extraordinaire, clenched his jaw and tilted his head back to look down his nose at Kingsley.



“What are you doing loitering around a Muggle neighborhood? You’re clearly a wizard…” Tonks said, brandishing Abraxas’ wand. They were met with more silence.



Kingsley looked at Tonks, who nodded grimly. He cast a spell that rooted the legs of the chair to the ground, and gave Abraxas a swift but powerful punch in the gut. Abraxas got the breath knocked from his lungs, and gasped to take in more.



“You want to do this the hard way, do you?” Kingsley said, rolling up the sleeves of his robes. Abraxas looked up at the great black wizard, swallowing hard.



“I’ll not tell you a thing.” Abraxas rasped.



Kingsley frowned sharply. “I’ll make sure you talk, boy, and there are two ways to do it. Way one: you tell me what I need to know, and I only beat you a little. Way two: I beat the living shite out of you, and then you tell me what I need to know…” he said.



Abraxas didn’t know these people. The woman looked vaguely familiar, but the man was a total stranger. He wasn’t about to go around spouting that he was a time-traveler from the future looking for his lost sister. He didn’t fancy a nice sloppy snog from the Dementors…time travel was highly illegal after all…



Abraxas spat at Kingsley.



“Wrong move…” Kingsley snapped.



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Abraxas gurgled painfully, blood dripping down his chin. Sweat was beading on Kingsley’s brow by the time he had finished with Abraxas. The young man coughed, spraying blood and saliva into the air, and allowing the same mixture to flow freely from his mouth, trying to dispel it.



“Name, boy, or I start again.” Kingsley said. He really didn’t like playing bad-Auror, but sometimes sacrifices had to be made. Especially in times of war. Abraxas stayed silent, but he cringed violently when Kingsley raised his fist again.



“That’s enough for the moment.” Tonks said, stepping in to play her part as good-Auror. Kingsley growled at Abraxas.



“You’re a lucky boy. I would answer the pretty lady’s questions…otherwise I might have to come back. And next time I’ll be angry…” Kingsley said, his voice low.



“And let me guess?” Abraxas snapped cheekily. “I won’t like you when you’re angry, will i?” He received a swift back-handed blow for his impertinence, and he cried out. Tonks had drawn a small white handkerchief, and leaned down to dab at a few of the cuts on Abraxas’ face. He cringed again, and turned his face away.



“I’m not going to hurt you. Please relax…” she said, her voice soft. She conjured a glass, and filled it magically with water. Abraxas eyed the glass, want clearly written on his face. “You must be thirsty. Just tell me your name and I’ll let you have this nice….cold….water…” she said, taunting Abraxas slightly. He looked at the glass, and then at Tonks’ face. She was pretty enough, and she was trying to be nice.



“I’m not retarded. You’re playing good-Auror, bad-Auror with me…” he said severely. Tonks frowned.



“How do you know we’re Aurors?” she asked. Kingsley groaned.



“I didn’t…it was an expression…but I do now…” Abraxas said softly. Tonks’ cheeks colored slightly with embarrassment.



“What’s your name, boy?” Tonks asked, with less force than Kingsley had.



“That’s not very fair of you. You kidnap me off of the side of the street, bond me to a chair, and beat me bloody. I didn’t even get your names… The least you could do is let me know who the hell is trying to make sure I don’t reach twenty.” He said. Tonks inhaled sharply at the mention of his age. He was only nineteen…



“We don’t owe you anything…” Kingsley said.



“Please…a name…” Tonks said, still holding the water. Abraxas smirked.



“I’ll give you a name… My name is Yon Yonsen; I live in Wisconsin. I work in a lumber mill there. The people I meet as I walk down the street-” He began the annoying little children’s song, but was interrupted by the strong fingers of Kingsley around his throat. Kingsley cut off Abraxas’ air, and the boy struggled violently against the Auror’s powerful hands.



“If you don’t tell me your name, you stupid little Death Eater wannabe, I will take pleasure in snapping your neck with my bare hands.” Kingsley growled. Abraxas’ eyes widened. Death Eater... What the fuck? He suddenly, as in when his sight started to black out, had a bad feeling that Kingsley really would kill him.



“W-wait…” he gurgled. Kingsley let him go, and his lungs worked over-time to re-oxidize his body. “P-please….My n-name…is…Ab-Abraxas M-Malfoy…”

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Aww...poor Abraxas. Kingsley is being a big meanie and hitting poor Abbey-poo. But from my position, Kingsley is pro-Order. He\'s a top-notch Auror who is actually going against the Ministry in order to protect the Order. It was actually Kingsley who made damned sure that the Ministry didn\'t catch Sirius. And if there is, in his opinion, a junior Death Eater trying to stake out the Order Headquarters, he will do anything in his power to make sure that the little blighter doesn\'t get too far with his information. Don\'t worry...Abraxas will be rescued....