The Malfoy Chronicles

Sorry it took so long to update. Real life makes me sad. Anyway, Lucius is happy to continue...

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It was a calm but cold day at Azkaban. Although the sun shone brightly on the early winter morning, the stone of the great prison seemed to absorb none of its warmth. But that was of no matter to a particular prisoner. He wasn’t interested in the weather, but in the date. Today was the date of his release. Eight months after he had put HIMSELF in Azkaban, he paced the floor of his cell. He had suffered long enough under his own hand and it was time to face the fact that he was a free man. Both physically and spiritually. Voldemort’s spirit had done irreparable damage to his psyche, but he had hoped that the damage, physical and emotional, that had been done to his family by him had healed. He hoped Draca was happy and content, and that his father had managed to tone Abraxas down. He had been given the permission to the morning that Draco left. Draca’s reaction had been heartbreaking, and her tearful goodbye had almost coaxed him into staying. Minister Weasley had personally escorted him to the prison, making sure that this was the decision Draco had truly wanted. He kept assuring the man that it was, and had last caught sight of him leaving his cell.



He had received many letters from his father, with childish scribbles from Draca and Abraxas added to the bottom. Abraxas seemed to be getting an attitude adjustment, and he was glad. He waited patiently for the guard to retrieve him from his filthy cell. He was excited, and could not stand still as he waited. And he cursed aloud because he was impatient. Then there was a sharp rapping at the door. “Are you ready, Mr. Malfoy?” came the voice of the Minister of Magic himself.



Percy had taken interest in Draco when he came to him that day eight months ago. The idea of someone ASKING to go to Azkaban was unprecedented. He opened the door, and was greeted by the anxious Draco.



“Are you escorting me out, Minister? Bit against the common practice, isn’t it?” he asked. Percy nodded.



“Yes, but so is asking to be thrown into Azkaban. Come now. Your father is here to pick you up.” He said, and saw Draco’s eyes light up. He led the younger man down to the dingy foyer, and had his things picked up and checked out. He then led him outside, where his mother and father were waiting. The bright light of the day stung his eyes, but he quickly adjusted as he picked up his pace to reach his parents sooner. His mother threw her arms around him, uncaring of his odor and filth.



“You stupid boy! I could thrash you for going off like that!” she sobbed into her son’s filthy shoulder. She stepped away, and wiped her eyes. Lucius clapped his son on the shoulder.



“We’ve a cause for celebration tonight! Draca and Abraxas can’t wait to see you. We thought it best to leave them with their mother…who is also very excited to see you again.” He said, and Draco smiled. Lucius looked at Percy. “Thank you, Minister, for looking out for our boy.” He said. Percy nodded, and stepped into a separate boat. Lucius quickly herded Draco into their own boat, and tapped his wand against the side. The boat began to move.



Draco felt that he couldn’t get home soon enough, and when he got to Malfoy Manor, he Apparated himself to his rooms, opting to avoid his family until he was clean. He washed quickly, and threw himself together an ill-fitting outfit before rushing downstairs. He went to the dining room, where his mother had promised him they’d wait. Draca was waiting at her chair, and ran to meet her father. She all but threw herself into his arms, almost knocking his lightened figure over. He hugged the little fireball, and kissed her head. Abraxas had approached him slowly. He looked at his son.



“I hate you for leaving.” Abraxas said softly, and walked past his father, out of the dining room. Draco, looking heartbroken, looked up to see his wife standing quietly next to him. He let go of Draca, and wrapped his arms around the woman.



“What’s wrong with him?” he asked. Glinda gave a slight smile.



“He’s upset because when you left Lucius began doling out regular punishments to him right and left. He’s a sore loser.” She said, and he took solace in that fact.



Draco realized that his family had already eaten when there was only one place at the table. It was where his father usually sat. Draco looked at his father.



“Dad…that’s your place. I can’t sit there…” he said. Lucius gave his son a playful scowl.

“If I didn’t want you sitting there I would have set your plate elsewhere.” He said. “Besides…it’s just for this meal.” He said. Draco gave a genuine smile and sat down at the table.



He dusted off the delicious meal slowly as to savor it. Once he was done, he stood from the table. Glinda had waited patiently for him to finish, whereas the others had set about doing their daily routines while Draco finished. When he stood, she went to his side immediately.



“You look much better than your father did.” She said, taking his hand gently. She felt almost as if they were newlyweds again. He smiled at her.



“Those clothes look stunning on you.” He said, and drew her into his arms. “But you know what? Those clothes would look even better on my floor.” He said. She gave him a sly smile, and he swept her up in his arms and Apparated to the bedroom.



The next few weeks were like heaven for Draco. His wife had seemed to open like a book to him. She explained that she was ashamed of her behavior before. She had only looked over his treatment of Draca because she feared his wrath, having seen it pitted against his mother before. He readily forgave her and they became great friends, and in turn great lovers.



Draco discovered that when left to her own devices, Draca was an imaginative and playful child. She loved to run barefoot through the house, even in the dead of winter, and could turn anything into a game. Abraxas had become dark and moody, and rarely spoke to anyone. His mother and father were just as he had always known them.



But the biggest difference in what happened in the Malfoy house now was James. Draca loved her little half-human friend, and he was often at the Manor. Sometimes he would transform into a black unicorn and let her ride around on his back. Lucius had become used to the boy, and even his father was sometimes welcome. But even that was not the end of the surprises that leaked themselves into Malfoy Manor. Harry’s connection to the Weasley family had ultimately caused the ginger family to slowly encroach upon the grounds, until Lucius discovered with mortification that Narcissa had invited the entire clan, including Arthur and Molly, to a Christmas party that would be held in a few weeks.



“It’ll be great for your new image, Lucius! If you invite the Weasleys over, then it looks like you’ve accepted the new ways of life!” Narcissa argued. Lucius was livid, but he had a quiet anger that usually manifested in sarcasm and/or cold-shoulders. So he was quiet.



“Fine! But I’ll see your cold-shoulder and raise you a cold bed!” she said. Lucius looked at her. She knew he hated it when she dangled sex in front of him. He was addicted to her, and she often used it to her advantage.



“Cissa….I don’t want to sound childish…but I absolutely can’t stand Arthur.” He said. Narcissa gently put her hands on her husband’s shoulders.



“And I’m sure you’re not his favorite person either. But you know as well as I do that inviting him and the rest of them will impress the Minister, who incidentally is related to them. And that will work to your advantage.” She said. He let out a sigh of defeat.



“Fine. But I want everything to the nines. This entire stupid place will be decorated. And get a head-count so we can feed them all. Dear Goddess! It’ll be a miracle to do that…” he said, and gently pinched the bridge of his nose. “Ah well. If it makes you happy…” he said. Narcissa giggled girlishly and clapped. Lucius rolled his eyes.



And the next few weeks were well busied preparing for a bash that had the magical community talking. It was strange that Lucius Malfoy would invite an entire family that he had labeled ‘blood traitors’ long ago. But times were changing, and most of the talk was just jealousy.



Lucius had gotten his way with the decorations. The inside and outside of Malfoy Manor was decorated with beautiful white, silver, and green in such great quantities that even Lucius was cheered by them.



The night of, Lucius dressed himself in his best. Black trousers and a white silk shirt off-set by a dark green vest, and finished with a beautifully tailored black robe that billowed when he walked. Narcissa had on a beautifully tasteful green long-sleeved gown that trailed the floor and glimmered when she moved. Draco was in a slightly more relaxed outfit consisting of black trousers and a green cashmere sweater. Glinda was in a lacey silver gown that showed her curves beautifully. Draca was in a similar dress to her grandmothers with the exception that it had a full skirt that ended at her knees. She had on shiny black patent leather shoes with green ribbons to match. Abraxas, with an arrogance that matched his grandfathers, had opted for a very similar outfit to Lucius’, with the only change being he had on a silver vest.



Their guests began to arrive at six.



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THis should be an interesting party....



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