The Malfoy Chronicles

This chapter is relatively short, but sweet. I'm happy with the review content I'm getting...but there aren't too many. Lucius was getting excited, but now he's all mopey again. Cheer him up...

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The ‘party’ had gone off without a hitch. There was much merriment and celebration that night, and a little weariness about old Voldie’s ghost possessing other people.



The next day, however, was different. Draco had spent the night in a different room, feeling that he didn’t know his wife closely enough yet to share her bed. He awoke feeling refreshed, and went to greet his children. He was dismayed, however, to realize he had woken up too late to see them off to school. He would meet them when they came home, however.



Draco held conversations with his father about his experience in Azkaban, and lightly argued with his mother that he didn’t need an exorcism to make sure Voldemort was completely gone.



But about halfway through the day, the guilt of what he’d been doing to these people set in. He didn’t know what had triggered it. But as he sat in his bedroom all alone, the tears began to flow. “I don’t deserve them. Even though it wasn’t my spirit it was my body. I don’t deserve any of them.” He cried aloud.



He then left Malfoy Manor in a hurry, rushing downstairs and murmuring something about taking care of business before Apparating away.



Draco was gone for the majority of the day, and came home late that evening, looking tired. Narcissa met him at the door, and took his cloak from him, ushering him into the sitting room where everyone else was. Draca and Mr. Dragon were on the floor laughing merrily. Abraxas was doing schoolwork in the corner, and his wife was napping lightly on the sofa. His father was sitting at the wooden table doing some sort of work. Draco sat his mother down in a chair, before clearing his throat to catch everyone’s attention, and to wake his small wife.



“Yesterday was a long day. I have started to come to terms with some of the pains I have caused this family.”



He started, holding his hand up when his mother started to interrupt. “Let me finish. I have been in an urgent meeting with the Minister of Magic. Charming lad, that Percy Weasley…but that’s not the point. I talked my predicament over with him, and we both agreed that I shouldn’t be held liable for my actions whilst under the control of my Possessor. However…I managed to talk him into believing me when I said although I shouldn’t be held liable, I would be held liable. And as a penance for what I’ve done, I talked the Minister into putting me in Azkaban.” He said. Lucius dropped his quill, and Narcissa’s mouth dropped. Abraxas looked at him with disinterest, and then started back on his schoolwork. Draca sat shocked at her place in the floor, Mr. Dragon drawn to her for comfort.



“Papa you don’t have to…” she started. Draco smiled.



“I know, my precious. That’s why I’m doing it.” He said. Lucius cleared his throat.



“If that’s your decision, son, then I believe you’re old enough to make it on your own. I approve of your courage in taking responsibility, but I frown on the means. Azkaban is no playground…I speak from experience.” He said. Draco nodded.



“I know, dad.” He said.



“How long is your sentence?” Lucius asked softly.



“Eight months.” He replied.



Narcissa looked at him helplessly. “And we can’t change your mind?” she asked. He shook his head, and tears welled up in her eyes. “All right then….i won’t try. When are you leaving?” she asked. Draco sighed.



“Tomorrow.” He said, and Draca burst into tears. It had only been a day since her father had started being nice to her, but the day had made all the difference and she had begun to cling to him like any little girl did her father. Draco went to the little girl and knelt in front of her, pulling her into his arms. “I know it’s so soon…but I need to do this. For me. And for you.” He said, and kissed her forehead.



Draca hiccupped softly over her sobs. “I’m not mad at you, Papa. I just want you here…” she said, and renewed her sobs. Draco held her in his arms for a bit longer, and then put her back in her place on the floor.



“I’ll be back, dove. I promise.” He said.



It was Glinda’s turn to comment. “It think it’s brave what you’re doing. Stupid, but brave. And I admire you.” She said. Lucius was impressed at her words. “I’ll miss you, because you’re so warm at night…well….your body is…I..anyway, I just want to let you know that I support your decision, whether I agree on it or not.” She said. Draco went to his little wife and pulled her into his arms. He gave her a brief kiss on the lips and set her down again.



“Thanks. This means a lot to me…” he said. He then noticed that Draca was still sobbing into the side of Mr. Dragon. He went and sat next to her on the floor, and drew her up into his lap. “I love you.” He said, and she buried her head against his chest. “I’ll miss you, my dear. But it’s not forever. Papa is just going away for a little while, and when he comes back he’ll be even better than he is now.” He said, stroking her head. She looked up at him with bleary eyes.



“Do you promise, Papa? Do you promise you’ll come back?” she asked. He nodded.



“I promise. Cross my heart, hope to die, let a phoenix poke my eye.” He said, and she laughed. He continued stroking her hair. “I’ll stay with you all night, and wake you early in the morning before I leave. I love you, Draca.” He said, and she nodded.



“I love you too, Papa. And I hope you stay well in Azkaban. I want you to be able to play with me when you come home.” She said. He nodded.



“I will do everything in my power to stay well enough to play with you.” He said, and drew her closer again in a hug.



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Like I said. Short but sweet. it was necessary to throw the plot forward. Waiting for new reviews and new ideas! Click the link...you know you want to.