The Malfoy Chronicles: A Witch in Time

Dawnangel - I'm sorry if I spoiled anything from Deathly Hallows for you. I tried to make my explanation as condensed as I could while still giving you all of the information you needed. I look forward to each one of your reviews. Kisses and hugs!
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Tonks’ head snapped towards Kingsley, who in turn looked slightly green.

“Didn’t that Malfoy girl say she had a brother named Abraxas?” she asked gently. Abraxas’ head shot up, and he looked between the Aurors.

“Draca? She’s here? Oh please! Please let me see her! Is she hurt? Are the others with her?” he asked, pulling with renewed intensity at his invisible bonds.

The door to the Tapestry room opened, and Sirius poked his head inside the room.

“Dumbledore’s here. He says he wants to speak with the little blighter.” He said nastily, staring down his nose at the bloody Abraxas.

“I refuse to speak to anyone else until I see my sister. Let me up!” he snapped. Sirius was about to say something, but he was suddenly pulled back roughly from the door.

“I have never mistaken someone’s voice before, and I swear by Merlin’s fluffy white beard that if that is who I think it is, and he has been hurt, I will personally rip the flesh from the bones of those fuck-tard Aurors….”

Abraxas’ eyes widened. “James!” he cried, nearly crying out with relief when James threw open the door, looking murderous. Kingsley opened his mouth to say something to James, but the young man snapped angrily at the large black Auror, who swelled indignantly at the animalistic dismissal. James flicked his fingers, and Abraxas stood suddenly, overbalancing himself and falling forward. With a few strides forward James caught the older boy, righting him.

Abraxas wrapped his arms around James, hugging him like a long-lost friend. “Merlin, James. I never thought I’d be so happy to see your barmy tailed arse!” he sobbed. James patted Abraxas’ shoulder gently.

“It’s okay, mate. I’m…I’m glad to see you too…” James said, looking slightly awkward as the older teen cried against him.

“James, I thought you only wanted something to drink-” the voice at the door stopped, and there was the tinkling sound of broken glass. “Abraxas?”

Abraxas looked up, spotted his sister, and crossed the room in a few strides, pulling her into a great bear-hug. Her arms flew around him, and her hands fisted in the material of his robes.

Sirius entered the room, rubbing his head gingerly.

“Fucking beast…throwing people around like rag dolls…” he mumbled. Abraxas looked up at Sirius, his arms still around his shaking sister. Sirius sneered when he caught sight of Abraxas.

“Another Malfoy? Just fucking peachy…” he said acidly. Abraxas sneered back, fully capable of dishing out verbal defense on his own behalf.

“My, my…what happened to your hair? Did someone finally discover his true sexuality?” he asked, throwing his voice into a feminine mock during his second question.

Sirius opened his mouth to reply.

“That’s enough!” Dumbledore entered the room, his bright azure robes swirling behind him. His intense blue eyes rested on Abraxas. “We seem to have another time-traveler. Care to conjugate on how you ended up in this temporal predicament?” Dumbledore asked. James’ ears twitched at the tone of Dumbledore’s voice. He seemed tense.

“I was in the Forbidden Forest looking for my sister…I saw something lying on the ground. It was my sister’s locket. I picked it up, and then I was here. I used a tracer spell to locate Draca, but I couldn’t get past the wards on this place. It took me three days to get here. On foot. And then I got picked up by two of the Three Stooges, and got the living crap beat out of me. I’m tired, hungry, thirsty, dirty, and if anyone else asks me my name until I’ve taken care of all of those afflictions, I will personally snap their necks with my bare hands…” he snapped angrily, glaring at Tonks and Kingsley. Dumbledore gazed coolly at the two Aurors, waiting for their explanation.

“We were just trying to figure out his business, sir. He was a suspicious character…hood drawn, standing alone…better to be safe then sorry….” Tonks said, although she didn’t sound too very sure of herself.

James’ brows suddenly furrowed. “Draca’s locket? The one I gave her?” he asked. Abraxas reached into his robe pocket, and drew out the silver locket, its fine chain broken where it had been pulled from her neck. “I think I know what happened…” he said softly. All eyes were on him as he reached up to brush back a few stray strands of his long ruffled hair. “That locket is made of pure Goblin silver. Cost me a small fortune… Anyone who knows anything about goblin silver knows that it can be very powerful when charmed. It absorbs latent magic like the roots of a plant absorb liquids. When I cast the accidental spell that brought us back in time, the locket must have picked up stray waves of the time-spell, leaving it a ticking port-key to the past…” James said softly, gently taking the locket out of Abraxas’ palm. The small necklace looked innocent enough. The fine chain seemed like no more than glitter in James’ hand, and the heart-shaped pod like an innocent thing to hold pictures.

That wasn’t necessarily the case, however, as James had utilized the magical silver to act as message carrier for Draca. Since James and Tobias were in the same dorm, they hadn’t needed such a device to talk with each other.

Dumbledore stepped forward, and put a gentle hand on Abraxas’ shoulder. “I apologize for the brash actions of our resident Aurors. But you must understand, young man, that these are Dark times. You and your friends have fallen into a most frightening era. The Dark Lord runs free, and he often sends his lackeys to discover the secrets of those who oppose him. I appreciate their concern, but I frown on the means.” He said, his blue eyes gazing on the two Aurors, who were shifting about guiltily. But his gaze turned back to Abraxas. “But tell me…why is it that you would not state your name and business…?”

“I wasn’t about to start spouting that I was from twenty years in the future and I was looking for my lost sister. I thought if I didn’t end up in St. Mungos I would have been making kissy-faces with the Dementors… I like my soul where it is, thank you…” he said, looking down as a sniffly Draca pulled back, and gasped when she got a good look at her brother’s face. He had several cuts across his cheek and brow, and an awkward cut at the corner of his left eye made it appear as if he were crying blood. She turned on the Aurors, a murderous look on her face. She started towards them, fully intent on giving them a large piece of her mind, but Dumbledore’s hand on her shoulder paused her. She instead glared at them angrily, and if looks could kill, the Order would be short two members…

Abraxas looked pleadingly at Dumbledore. “Please, sir… I just want a hot shower, something to eat, something clean to wear, and a place to rest…” he said softly. Sirius snorted.

“You don’t want much, do you?” he said waspishly. Abraxas ignored the older man, and Dumbledore’s hand transferred back to Abraxas’ shoulder, gently leading the youth out of the room.

“I’m sure Molly would be happy to take another member under her wing. She is the resident mother, you know…” he said, and Abraxas smiled. He knew Mrs. Weasley, and if she was anything like her future self, she would at least see to it he had a full belly.

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Abraxas nearly cried when Mrs. Weasley laid the food out before him. He was having warmed leftovers of what the rest of the house had eaten at lunch. There was mashed potatoes, assorted vegetables, and juicy roast beef the likes of which Abraxas hadn’t had in a long time. And for dessert…blueberry pie.

After Abraxas was positive he would burst if he ate another bite, he rose to his feet slowly, rubbing his belly gingerly.

“Finished already, dearie?” Molly asked, intrigued that yet another Malfoy seemed to be eager to put away her cooking. Abraxas leaned over to Mrs. Weasley and kissed her cheek.

“Yes ma’am. And I must say….superb as ever!” he said, and gave a polite hiccup. Mrs. Weasley blushed softly at the compliment. “And now…I must wash. Although….it would be easier to be clean if I had clothes to change into…” he said, and made big silver puppy dog eyes at Molly. She laughed softly.

“I’ll get Fred or George to fetch you something to change into. You boys are about the same size…” she said softly, smoothing some of Abraxas’ ruffled blonde hair in a very motherly fashion. And truth be told, Abraxas didn’t mind at all. His mother had never been a motherly type. She was more concerned about what shoes were in style. And she was even around anymore. He almost counted Tobias lucky in that count. Tobias was too young to remember his mother, and therefore really didn’t lose anything, in Abraxas’ opinion, when she left. Abraxas was thirteen when his mother cheated on his father. And in the Malfoy family, that was immediate grounds for divorce. And once the divorce had been final, Abraxas hadn’t seen his mother again. Hell, she hadn’t even come around when it was discovered that Draca had gone missing. He hated his mother for that.

After a hot shower and a clean change of clothes, Abraxas felt much better. He ran a drying spell over his hair, and ran his fingers through to smooth out the light tangles that sometimes snarled themselves into his fine blonde hair. He supposed he did look quite a bit like his grandfather with his hair long like it was. His grandfather’s was much longer, though. One of the major differences between their looks, aside form age, was their eye color. Abraxas had inherited his father’s intense silver eyes, whereas his grandfather had glacial blue eyes.

He conjured a hair tie with his wand, freshly retrieved from that Tonks lass, and tied his hair back off of his face. Then, he decided it would be a good idea to play twenty questions with his sister. He needed to know what was going on around here. And as he jogged down the stairs, he saw one of the perfect candidates to find out. Remus Lupin was standing against the wall outside the kitchen, a glass of firewhiskey in his hand. Remus looked up as Abraxas stepped off of the stairway, and gave him a light nod. Abraxas nodded back politely.

“Why so blue?” he asked Lupin.

“Oh…I’m always blue around this time…” Remus replied, finishing off his firewhiskey with a grimace.

“Is it almost the full moon?” Abraxas asked. Remus’ head snapped towards Abraxas. Not many people knew of his affliction…or at least…they shouldn’t. “Oh…I didn’t mean to offend. But everyone knows Remus Lupin…the most famous werewolf of the War.” He said. Remus shook his head, and cast his eyes to the floor.

“If you’re trying to charm some answers off of me, then you’ll have to go elsewhere. I’m afraid I tend to be a bit stubborn…”

Abraxas chuckled. “I don’t want anything on the Order. But I would like to know if those three hellions have been behaving…” he said, looking hopefully at Remus. The man’s silvering head tilted back up to look at Abraxas.

“They’ve been alright….although there is quite a bit of hatred between the young Snape lad and Sirius…and the dragon boy is…odd.” He said. “Your sister….Draca….she pretty much keeps to herself…unless she’s off snogging said dragon boy…” he said. Abraxas’ jaw dropped.

“James and Draca? Kissing?” he asked, his throat drying slightly. He considered this for a moment.

“That must be quite a shock to your Malfoy principals…” Remus said, trying to hide a small smirk as he looked covertly at Abraxas. Sometimes around the full moon he felt spiteful…

“Actually, the sexual tension between those two is palpable. It’s about bloody time, I say…”

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James pulled away from Draca, his breath coming in pants and a deep rumble still sounding in his chest. He licked his lips, the taste of her still evident.

“That was amazing…” he said softly, brushing a stray strand of her ever-fading green hair from her face. She smiled, and tucked herself into his arms. He was content to lay with her against him, her warmth positively addictive. He would have stayed longer, too, if his stomach hadn’t chosen that particular moment to make itself known…and quite loudly, too. Draca chuckled against him.

“I think you’ve a rumbly in your tumbly…” she cooed, rubbing her head against him.

James sighed. “Well…I guess I’ll have to fill it up…then we can get back to our….canoodling…” he said softly. Draca giggled at the word.

They walked to the kitchen together. James’ ears twitched. The house seemed quiet. A little too quiet. He looked around for Tobias, to ask him what was going on. As he pushed through the kitchen door, a strange heavy feeling settled in his stomach. Molly was washing dishes, a worried look on her face.

“Mrs. Weasley?” James called softly. She turned to him, and plastered a smile on her face.

“Ah! Little Jamesie! I knew you’d be coming in here soon…just let me fix you up a plate.” She said, fetching a plate from the cupboard. James frowned.

“Where’s Tobias?”

Mrs. Weasley put the plate down, her smile fading.

“Severus came by not ten minutes ago. It seems the Dark Lord has requested the boy’s presence…”
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Oh...poor Tobias. And I will give the warning now...next chapter will be mostly Tobias' experience in front of old Moldy Voldie...so until then.

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