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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
10,619
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Parents
Title: Parents
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: None
Summary: #27 – Parents. She was a mother, he was a father, but not as one.
Word Count: 681 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. Suggested by mollyssister. Not a crack!fic, I hope. According into the legasp!Lexicon, Molly was born c.1950, while Lucius was born c.1954—plausible?
Prompt 27 – Parents
As far as nightmares go, both people sitting in Headmaster Dumbledore’s office were hoping that at some point they would wake up.
“And where is your wife?”
The blond gentleman in long black robes managed to meet the eye of the speaker. Immediate a trademark Malfoy sneer was applied.
“Indisposed,” Lucius Malfoy answered smoothly. “And where is your husband, madam?”
Molly Weasley sniffed disdainfully and turned her eyes to the empty chair behind the Headmaster’s desk, hoping that Albus would show up soon. Of course, knowing Albus as Molly did, the old goat was probably watching her to see how she would react to being in the same room as Lucius Malfoy.
“Possibly raiding your home for Dark artefacts,” Molly muttered.
Surprisingly, Lucius chuckled.
After a few moments of silence, a silence that even the portraits behind them were partaking in, Molly sighed. If only the Twins had not hexed Lucius Malfoy’s son, she would not be sitting within six feet of the odious blond man.
‘Years ago you did not think him so vile,’ said Molly’s inner voice.
“This has to be a bloody conspiracy!” Lucius growled, tapping his cane into the floor to rise, pacing behind Molly’s chair.
“And why do you say that?” Molly asked in clipped tones.
Lucius did not pause in his pacing. She remembered he paced quite often when vexed, granted, that knowledge came from a time that she had nearly forgotten, except for seeing Lucius Malfoy again.
“He knows!” Lucius growled, pointing to the vacant chair behind the desk. “He knows that we were…” he trailed; his voice dying, only chancing to gaze at Molly for a prolonged moment before pacing furiously again.
Molly grasped her handbag in her lap.
Years ago, years and years… Molly remembered the boy who was Lucius Malfoy, four years younger than she, a pretty boy, intelligent, and for all appearances, kind. He was in Slytherin and Molly had been a prefect in Gryffindor when Lucius was in his First Year. The other boys in Slytherin teased Lucius because Abraxas Malfoy had squandered the family’s fortune in gambling debts. The Malfoys were poorer than the Prewetts.
In a corridor on the third floor, Molly had found him, not crying, but hexing one of the helpless tapestries. After convincing the small, pale boy, she meant him no harm, a strange relationship began, and lasted until Molly left Hogwarts.
“I cannot stand this!” Lucius barked, marching to the door to leave. “Your sons will be punished for injuring Draco, mark my words, Milicent Prewett!”
Molly bristled at Lucius Malfoy’s tone, as well as the fact that he called her by the name she hated. Molly was a shortened form of Milicent, a name she hated, and Lucius knew it.
Closing her eyes, she placed her face in her hands.
The Prewetts and the Malfoys were not so closely related, a match between the families would ensure Pureblood heirs. The Prewetts had money but no estate, the Malfoys had no money but expansive lands.
As much as Molly loved Arthur, Lucius Malfoy would have been her betrothed had Abraxas Malfoy not aligned himself and his family with Tom Riddle. To rub more salt into wounds, Lucius killed Gideon and Fabien, her beloved brothers. Even now, with Molly trying not to cry into her hands, she had not had to face Lucius Malfoy on her own—Arthur had always been her buffer.
A new generation, a new war, Molly feared for her children, but not just her children. She feared for Lucius’ son. Would the boy end up just like his father? Would the boy’s true heart be twisted and corrupted just as Lucius’ had been all those years ago? Damn Abraxas Malfoy.
Lucius had been her friend, her most lovely friend when they were children. Molly had loved him, and would have loved him if he had decided that family honor was not so important as self-respect. Times were different now, Molly was a mother, Lucius a father, and it seemed that even with their children, they would eternally be in opposition.
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: None
Summary: #27 – Parents. She was a mother, he was a father, but not as one.
Word Count: 681 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. Suggested by mollyssister. Not a crack!fic, I hope. According into the legasp!Lexicon, Molly was born c.1950, while Lucius was born c.1954—plausible?
Prompt 27 – Parents
As far as nightmares go, both people sitting in Headmaster Dumbledore’s office were hoping that at some point they would wake up.
“And where is your wife?”
The blond gentleman in long black robes managed to meet the eye of the speaker. Immediate a trademark Malfoy sneer was applied.
“Indisposed,” Lucius Malfoy answered smoothly. “And where is your husband, madam?”
Molly Weasley sniffed disdainfully and turned her eyes to the empty chair behind the Headmaster’s desk, hoping that Albus would show up soon. Of course, knowing Albus as Molly did, the old goat was probably watching her to see how she would react to being in the same room as Lucius Malfoy.
“Possibly raiding your home for Dark artefacts,” Molly muttered.
Surprisingly, Lucius chuckled.
After a few moments of silence, a silence that even the portraits behind them were partaking in, Molly sighed. If only the Twins had not hexed Lucius Malfoy’s son, she would not be sitting within six feet of the odious blond man.
‘Years ago you did not think him so vile,’ said Molly’s inner voice.
“This has to be a bloody conspiracy!” Lucius growled, tapping his cane into the floor to rise, pacing behind Molly’s chair.
“And why do you say that?” Molly asked in clipped tones.
Lucius did not pause in his pacing. She remembered he paced quite often when vexed, granted, that knowledge came from a time that she had nearly forgotten, except for seeing Lucius Malfoy again.
“He knows!” Lucius growled, pointing to the vacant chair behind the desk. “He knows that we were…” he trailed; his voice dying, only chancing to gaze at Molly for a prolonged moment before pacing furiously again.
Molly grasped her handbag in her lap.
Years ago, years and years… Molly remembered the boy who was Lucius Malfoy, four years younger than she, a pretty boy, intelligent, and for all appearances, kind. He was in Slytherin and Molly had been a prefect in Gryffindor when Lucius was in his First Year. The other boys in Slytherin teased Lucius because Abraxas Malfoy had squandered the family’s fortune in gambling debts. The Malfoys were poorer than the Prewetts.
In a corridor on the third floor, Molly had found him, not crying, but hexing one of the helpless tapestries. After convincing the small, pale boy, she meant him no harm, a strange relationship began, and lasted until Molly left Hogwarts.
“I cannot stand this!” Lucius barked, marching to the door to leave. “Your sons will be punished for injuring Draco, mark my words, Milicent Prewett!”
Molly bristled at Lucius Malfoy’s tone, as well as the fact that he called her by the name she hated. Molly was a shortened form of Milicent, a name she hated, and Lucius knew it.
Closing her eyes, she placed her face in her hands.
The Prewetts and the Malfoys were not so closely related, a match between the families would ensure Pureblood heirs. The Prewetts had money but no estate, the Malfoys had no money but expansive lands.
As much as Molly loved Arthur, Lucius Malfoy would have been her betrothed had Abraxas Malfoy not aligned himself and his family with Tom Riddle. To rub more salt into wounds, Lucius killed Gideon and Fabien, her beloved brothers. Even now, with Molly trying not to cry into her hands, she had not had to face Lucius Malfoy on her own—Arthur had always been her buffer.
A new generation, a new war, Molly feared for her children, but not just her children. She feared for Lucius’ son. Would the boy end up just like his father? Would the boy’s true heart be twisted and corrupted just as Lucius’ had been all those years ago? Damn Abraxas Malfoy.
Lucius had been her friend, her most lovely friend when they were children. Molly had loved him, and would have loved him if he had decided that family honor was not so important as self-respect. Times were different now, Molly was a mother, Lucius a father, and it seemed that even with their children, they would eternally be in opposition.