The Malfoy Chronicles: A Witch in Time

Dawnangel - another joyful chapter! Although you might be just a tad disappointed. The entire house won't find out in this chapter, but I have a very explosive plan for next chapter!!

If any lurkers out there want to review...I won't mind.....I promise...
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Severus and Tobias walked from the front hall into the kitchen, where the majority of the house was eating. Tobias cursed inwardly, having hoped he wouldn’t have to interact with them just yet. The noise died down just a little when the two Dark wizards entered the room.

Abraxas looked up, and grinned at Tobias. “Well, well. Speak of the devil and he shall appear… We were just talking about you, mate…” he said, taking a healthy bite of potatoes.

“I’m honored.” Tobias said, his voice flat. James’ head snapped up, and his nostrils flared. He got a few curious glances when the pupils of his eyes elongated, forming slitted serpent’s eyes. He looked at Tobias, a look of hunger on his face that had nothing to do with food. He stood from his seat, his golden eyes locked with Tobias’ black ones.

“The devil has naught to do with it. Where’s Dumbledore?” Severus asked, eyeing James warily. Tobias had said that James was drawn to Darkness. Well…there was plenty of that in himself and his son…

“He is finalizing things at Hogwarts. He should be back in a few hours, Severus.” Arthur said. Severus nodded, and turned to leave the room. Tobias looked at James for a moment, taking in the boy’s appearance, before turning on his heel and following his father out of the room. Ron shuddered.

“Snape with a kid…” he said, another involuntary shiver going through him. All eyes eventually drifted to James, who was still standing, and looking oddly at the place where the two Darklings had been standing. Abraxas reached up and cuffed James about the back of the head. James started with a gasp, and his eyes rounded back out to his human shape, and he looked down at Abraxas.

“Ow! Son of a bitch, Abraxas….” He said, his hand coming up to the back of his head. “What was that for…?”

“You were being all creepy and staring at Tobias like he was a bowl of kibble and you were a hungry dog.” Abraxas said. James looked around, frowned, and then sat back down.

“I don’t remember standing up…” he said. “Ah well…” he added with a shrug.

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“The look on James’ face was frightening…” Tobias said softly, looking up at his father as he walked along beside him. He didn’t have to look far, as they were almost the same height. His father’s head tilted slightly towards him when he answered.

“He mustn’t get around anyone any Darker than we are. If he were to somehow come into the presence of the Dark Lord, you would lose your dragon-friend.” Severus said.

“James cannot control his lust for Darkness. His nature isn’t so bad. You know…when he’s not trying to eat people…” Tobias replied with a smirk.

“About the boy…how is it that a Snape and a Potter are the best of friends?” Severus asked.

“Irony’s a bitch, pops…”

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Tobias successfully managed to avoid James for all of a day. It was after that that James physically pinned Tobias to a wall and threatened to bite him if he didn’t talk to him that Tobias finally broke.

“Look, James…I really don’t want to talk about it…” Tobias said softly.

“What are you afraid of, Tobias? And don’t say you’re not afraid, because I can smell the fear on you. What’s wrong, ‘Bias? What happened?” he asked, his dark brows furrowing. Tobias wrenched away from James suddenly, and jerked his left cuff, popping the buttons. He pulled the sleeve up, and showed the Mark to James.

“That’s what’s wrong, James. I’ve been ignoring you because I didn’t know how you would react! I wanted to have at least one thing still going right in my life…. We’re stuck in the past with families who either won’t take us seriously or just won’t accept we exist, and it’s not like my life was all daisies and sunshine before this, either! This is just the fucking icing on the cake, James! I just-” James grabbed Tobias by the shoulders, and slammed him against the wall.

“You are my best friend, you stupid little wanker! I would never break my friendship with you over that.” he said, nodding his head towards Tobias’ left arm. “You’re the closest thing I have to a brother… And as for your life sucking….at least your father doesn’t try to beat the evil out of you. You’re father didn’t take you to a Shaman when you were three years old and have you sprayed in the face with the magical equivalent of holy water. And you know what? Holy water burns me, Tobias. It was like they lit a fucking fire on my face. And your father accepts what you do. He might not be verbally supportive…but you’ve never had to wonder whether or not he loved you, eh?” James asked.

“No…I always knew-”

“And you don’t have to wonder if and when he would snap if you cast accidental magic. My father couldn’t tell the difference between the accidental magic of a young wizard and the accidental magic of my dragon-half…so he would just pick random ones to thrash me for! And you…have you ever been judged by your appearance so quickly that people would spit in your face rather than stand near you? Have you ever had anyone spit in your face? It feels terrible. Ever have anyone strike you with a stone? How about knock you about the wings or tail with a stick? No? Then stop complaining. What you’re doing is saving someone. Matter of fact…you are saving as many people as your father has helped. If the Order loses your father, they lose the War. You know that as well as anyone…so stop being such a Hufflepuff and suck it up, before you get yourself and others killed.” James snapped. By the end of his rant Tobias was trembling with fear of the wizard before him. His pupils had dilated, becoming their elongated, serpentine converses, and were glowing that strange red they had taken on when he cleared out Tobias’ memories. His nostrils were flared angrily, and his hair wavered and floated away from his head, almost as if he were underwater.

“James…” Tobias started, looking up at his friend in utter terror. “I killed a man…and I didn’t regret it…” He said softly. James’ eyes faded to gold, yet his pupils remained draconic and piercing.

“And you’ll probably have to kill more, Tobias. You. Are. A. Death Eater.” He said, his voice much gentler. “And if you enjoy a few kills along the way…then so what? As long as you keep your goal in mind, and keep your head on tight then you’ll be fine. I’d like to have a go at a few Muggles myself. Keep me out of the Muggle world….we’ll see about that…” James said, his eyes getting a manic gleam about them during his final statement.

Both heard the ‘fwoosh’ of the fireplace, signaling the floo, and curious, they stepped towards the family room. Dumbledore stood in front of the grate, dusting off his lime green robes. James started to go forward and greet the bearded wizard, as the old man had really been one of the first people friendly towards him, but Tobias pulled him back. James noticed a moment later when Severus stepped out of the shadows, greeting Dumbledore with an inclination on his head.

“Albus.”

“Severus.” Dumbledore acknowledged. “How did the meeting go?” the old man asked gently.

“The boy has gotten himself Marked.” Severus said tightly. Tobias frowned. He was more than a ‘boy.’ He was almost a full-grown man for Merlin’s sake…

“That’s terrible news.” Dumbledore said, his long-fingered hand reaching up to stroke his white beard.

“The Dark Lord had him kill a Muggle to do it….and the boy told me he didn’t regret it.” Severus added.

“Unfortunate. I suppose Tom has ordered the boy to spy as well?” When Severus nodded, Dumbledore continued. “Can we trust him, Severus?”

The question had James, Tobias, and Dumbledore on the tips of their toes.

“I don’t know, Albus. The boy is hard to read…and a bit tricky…” Severus said.

“Perhaps he is just….misguided….just like another boy I once knew…” Albus said, his blue eyes twinkling at Severus.

“Hmm. Misbegotten, maybe….” Severus said with a frown. And before James could stop him, Tobias stepped into the room, a fiery glare on his face.

“Misbegotten, am I?” he asked acidly, walking forward to stand almost toe-to-toe with his father.

“How much did you hear, you eavesdropper?” Severus inquired, his voice dripping with venomous loathing.

“I heard enough to know that you’re naught but an irascible old curmudgeon, and that’s all you’ll ever be! No wonder everyone hates you, you venomous old bat!” he snapped. Tobias knew he should have stopped when he saw his father’s right eye twitch slightly, his only sign that he was about to blow. “You have done nothing but talk down to me since I got here! You have insulted your future self, my Potions skills, and my choices in friends. But you know what? At least I have friends. So FUCK YOU!!” Tobias cried. The volume of his voice had attracted a few of the house-mates, who stood at the door, watching the display.

Severus’ hand flew out in a flash, back-handing Tobias across the face with such force that the young man stumbled. James took a step forward, but paused when Dumbledore held up his hand. Tobias put his hand up to his lip, a strange look passing his face when he drew back his hand and spied blood. He looked up at his father, one nostril dripping blood and his lip busted.

Tobias attacked as suddenly as his father had, tackling him with all of his strength. The two wizards fell backwards and landed on the coffee table, shattering it beneath their weight. Tobias caught Severus in the side of the face with a powerful blow.

The house-mates watched in fascinated horror as the father and son came to blows. And blows they came to, because Severus didn’t take the attack lightly, and struck back. After a few blows landed, Dumbledore motioned to James, who descended on the two immediately. With a strength that made house-guests shudder, James pulled the two wizards up to their feet, and shoved them apart. Tobias tried to go back at his father, but James caught him.

“Let me go, James! I wanna rip his face off!” Tobias cried, struggling against his draconic friend.

“Yeah…me too, but you don’t see me tacklin’ him…” Sirius muttered, and was promptly cuffed about the head by Remus.

Severus started to open his mouth, but a spine-tingling roar from James quieted him. “Enough!” he bellowed. He grabbed Tobias’ arm, and Disapparated, leaving Severus to wipe the blood from his mouth with his sleeve, and the house-guests to disperse slowly.

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Draca was curled up on the bed, Hermione sleeping soundly behind her. Tobias had pulled a stupid stunt. She wasn’t sure exactly why Tobias and his father had fought, but she knew that nothing good was going to come out of this. She drifted off into an uneasy sleep, only to awake a few hours later from a terrifying nightmare. She trembled violently, and her face was covered in a fine sweat, the sheets tangled beneath her and her hair matted terribly. She couldn’t exactly remember what the nightmare had been about, but it had scared the shit out of her….not literally, of course.

She threw back the covers, and got up from the bed, feeling like crying. She walked in silence out of the room, and down the hall, pushing open the door to the boys’ room gently. Ron was snoring loudly, his head actually thrown off of the side of the bed as he took up his whole bed. Harry and James were sleeping in relative silence, only James making a few pleasant rumbles as he slept. Draca padded to the bed, feeling awkward, and gently shook James’ shoulder.

“Hn?”

His sleepy reply was not enough to assure her he was awake, but she implored gently nonetheless.

“James? I…I had a nightmare. Can I crawl into bed with you?” she asked softly. James gave a sleepy grunt, and wiggled closer towards the middle of the bed, leaving enough room for her to crawl in behind him.

She wondered briefly why she didn’t go to her brother. But her mind told her the best psychological answer… James had always made her feel safe. From the very first time she met him, he had been kind to her. Abraxas…had not. The first six years of her life he had been a total bastard to her. So while she loved him greatly now, and normally felt quite safe…when she was afraid or under great duress she went for James, who was always eager to lend a helping hand…or wing.

Draca pressed herself into James’ back, and inhaled deeply. He smelled clean, and spicy from the particular cologne he used. She had always thought he smelled so….manly. She drew her arms up underneath her, and closed her eyes, falling asleep in the curve of James’ back, lulled by his sporadic rumbles and random tail-twitches.

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Harry awoke when the morning light struck his face viciously. Damn that Kreacher…he had snuck up there and opened the curtain during the night. Harry started to stretch, but discovered that there was something pressed against his back, and across his belly. He fumbled for his glasses on the nightstand, and put them on his face. He looked down, and his eyes widened. James’ arm was wrapped firmly around his waist.

“James?” he asked nervously.

His reply was a contented rumble. “James!” Harry said, a little louder. He felt the older boy shift and….snuggle! Harry threw James’ arm off of him, and scrambled out of the bed, landing with a hard thud.

Harry was officially squicked. His son had just cuddled with him… He shuddered several times. But he saw almost immediately why James had broken his sleep pattern and crossed over to his side of the bed. Draca was curled up against James’ back, her breathing soft and slow. She really was a magnificent girl. Such pretty lips, often quirked in a smile so very unlike her father’s arrogant smirk. A little pixie nose that wrinkled slightly when she laughed. And she had such nice….

Damn….morning erection….

Harry moved uncomfortably to his dresser to get a change of clothes, and then headed to the bathroom to either take a cold shower or take care of the party in his sleeping pants.

James grunted at the sudden loss of warmth at the front of him, and opened his eyes. He immediately noticed the restriction at his back, and turned carefully, coming face to face with a sleeping blonde witch.

Her brows were furrowed, and she had a small pout on her lips. And at that moment James leaned down, pressing his lips to hers gently. She smiled, and he drew her lower lip into his mouth, careful not to nip her with his fangs, and bit gently. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she gasped softly. James took the moment to dip his tongue into her mouth. She gave a strangled groan, and opened her eyes. He drew back, a grin on her face.

“Eeeewww…..morning breath…” she said, wrinkling her nose. James chuckled deeply, the sound vibrating his chest.

“Morning breath, eh? I’ll show you morning breath!” he said, and began tickling her. She laughed happily, a clear tinkling sound, throwing her head back as his fingers stroked her sides.

“Oi…gedda room….” Ron mumbled. James raised his head, an amused grin on his face.

“We got one, mate! Care to join us?” he asked. Draca slapped James’ arm, knowing the question was in jest. He would never invite his future uncle for a romp in the sheets!

Ron’s head snapped up, and he looked at the two warily.

“I’d rather not…” he said, and put his pillow over his head when James pressed his lips back to Draca’s, successfully kissing her breathless. Ron groaned softly when he heard Draca gasp. The little witch was beautiful…and she was having quite the effect on him…

“Kids…”
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Aww...sexual tension.

And once again, I'll deal with Abraxas' liberal reaction next chapter. It will be full of fire...and maybe some lemons...