The Malfoy Chronicles: A Witch in Time

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During the questioning Moody learned the true depth of Draca’s stubbornness. She refused to answer his questions, made sarcastic comments, and was just plain hard to deal with. It eventually came down to a very loud argument between them, neither willing to back down.

“You’ll tell me what I need to know, girl, or face the consequences!” Moody snapped.

“What consequences? Are you going to blink at me with that freaky little eyeball? Because that’s enough to scare the hell out of anyone!” she snapped back. There was a small cough at the door of the family room, and Albus Dumbledore entered the room, Molly Weasley behind him.

“Alastor….I don’t think this technique is working. I’m afraid you’re both evenly matched in the intimidation category. And stubbornness. Might I give it a go?” the old man asked gently. Moody was a bit tweaked to have had his job taken from him, but he knew that his questioning was going nowhere.

“I’ll go question the other boy…the one that’s awake.” He said, and clunked out of the room. Draca frowned.

“Good luck with that, Freaky, because Tobias doesn’t crack that easily…” she mumbled. Albus smiled, and sat down in one of the old chairs.

“Why don’t you sit down, my dear?” he asked, gesturing for the sofa in front of him. Draca looked at it wearily, but sighed in defeat, and plopped down on the sofa, stirring a small cloud of dust.

“You going to yell at me too?” she asked, slumping forward with her elbow on her knee, placing her chin in her hand.

“Actually, we’re all quite tired of yelling. It never solves anything, right Molly?” the bearded wizard asked. Mrs. Weasley nodded.

“No matter how much I yell at Fred and George, they still manage to get themselves in trouble!” she said, and laughed softly. A small smile played at the edges of Draca’s mouth.

“I like Fred and George. They’re funny.” She said softly. Albus saw a point of entry into the conversation, and took it quickly.

“You know the Weasley twins? Would you mind telling us how?” he asked gently. Draca looked at the old man, and decided she would answer his respectfully asked questions.

“Everyone knows that Harry Potter is an honorary Weasley. And since Harry is James’ dad, it only makes sense that I would have met them!” she said. Molly made a small noise when Draca mentioned James’ lineage.

“Are you close to James?” Albus inquired. Draca nodded fervently.

“He’s my best friend ever. He was my first real friend, and my truest friend since. I love Tobias like a brother, but it’s different with James.” She said softly, crossing her arms across her chest as if to ward off cold.

“Miss Malfoy…what year is it?” he asked. Draca was slightly surprised to hear him use her name without malice, as Moody refused to call her anything but ‘girl’ lest he spit it venomously.

“Why, it’s twenty-eighteen!” she smiled. Molly and Dumbledore looked at each other, and then at her.

“Well…it appears we have a few time-travelers.”

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James opened his eyes slowly, quite unsure of why he felt like he had been sat on by Hagrid. He tried to stretch, but the pain in his back hit a fever pitch, and he bit back a yelp. Rolling gingerly off of the bed, he was mortified to discover that not only was he just in some boxers, but they weren’t even his boxers…gross. But since he didn’t see his clothes anywhere around, he decided he would keep these horrible things on. They clearly belonged to one of the boys, because they were a scarlet color with little gold paw prints spattered across them. Gryffindor.

The only thing on his upper boy was the bandages looped across his chest and shoulders from the injury of the arrows.

He went to the door, and opened it gingerly, but was met with the sight of Fred, George and Ron standing in front of the door, apparently guarding it…with their backs to it. Not smart. He cleared his throat, and the three turned quickly.

“Well, it appears that Sleeping Beauty is awake. And I must say, those shorts look fetching on you!” George teased. James raised a dark eyebrow.

“Move.” He said, his tail swishing out behind him. Fred clicked his tongue, and wagged a finger at him.

“Now, now, Mr. Dragon, I’m going to have to ask you the magic word!” he said. James snorted.

“How about ‘Avada Kedavra?’ Are those magic enough for you?” he asked, his face deadpan. The twins stepped aside, and Ron looked at them.

“He’s bluffing! He doesn’t know how to cast the Unforgivables! And he doesn’t even have his wand, you twits!” he said. James smiled.

“Who said I need a wand?” he said, and lifted his hand. Ron yelped, and moved aside quickly. “So much for the big, brave lions.” He snorted, and walked past them towards the stairs. His stomach growled loudly as he hit the first step. “Ugh…so hungry…” he said, and forewent the stairs in order to slide down the banister. He landed on his bare feet with a barely audible thump, and raised his head up to get a scent of who was here.

He could smell Molly. She always smelled of stove smoke and cinnamon. Mr. Weasley…always smelled like his toolshed…wood and smoke. His father was somewhere, as he smelled the shampoo his father always used. His mother…blueberries and lavender. He sniffed again and wrinkled his nose….was there a dog here somewhere?

He wandered into the family room, where it appeared that the adults were having some sort of meeting. They stopped talking as he walked into the room, and Sirius sneered at him.

“Do you live here?” he asked gruffly. James looked at him, his tail beginning an angry, sharp swish instead of its usual fluid back and forth.

“No….why?” he asked, spreading his wings slightly in an attempt to look more intimidating. The fact that he was in underwear didn’t help. Sirius snorted.

“You look ridiculous!” he said softly. Remus’ mouth twitched slightly. James gave a toothy grin.

“Well, I woke up in a strange bed, in somebody else’s underwear, and no other clothes in the room. I just went with what I got.” He said. “Besides…underwear or not…I can still rip your head off and breathe fire down your throat…” he said, and shrugged.

The room was awkwardly quiet. Mr. Weasley cleared his throat.

“Well…that’s…so why did you have an Auror’s badge?” he asked. James raised an eyebrow.

“Uh…I trained for it. I earned that badge. I’m the youngest Auror ever.” He said. Nymphadora Tonks snorted loudly.

“Yeah right! You have to be of age to even start training, and by your little blonde’s admission, all three of you are only sixteen.” She said. James laughed.

“My dad is really close with the Minister. And…he didn’t want me to go Dark.” James said. When the room went deathly quiet, he grinned. “So…any chance of getting a snack around here? Getting shot in the back with centaur arrows can take a lot out of you.” He said. Quiet. “You know what? I’ll make it myself.” He said, and walked out of the room. Sirius cleared his throat.

“What the hell just happened?”

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To say James was miffed that Draca spilled so much of their information would have been an understatement. James was furious at how much she told them. He was also beyond furious that they were apparently stuck in the past, in his father’s fifth year.

He had yet to really sit down and have a conversation with his father. He was pleased that Draca had had the common sense not to reveal anyone’s mother, as god only knew how much that would affect the future. God only knew how much them being there would affect the future. Dumbledore had decided that they could attend Hogwarts when school started back, and would be allowed to attend classes with their parents. Yay.

The three time travelers were hanging out in the family room, as no one trusted them in any other room in the house. James was laying on the sofa, with his wings folded upward over his head to hide it. Draca was draped across the arms of one dusty chair, and Tobias was plopped into a matching one across the room.

“Well…this is totally awkward.” Tobias said softly. “This whole fucking situation sucks…” he added, and crossed his arms.

“They keep insulting my family…” Draca said softly.

“That’s nothing. At least your father isn’t insulting himself! My father has already said that he must have turned into a fool to raise someone like me!” Tobias snapped. “If I hadn’t hated him before, I hate him now… And he doesn’t even trust my Potions skills. The stupid arse told me that if I wanted to make a potion, I should have brought my beginner’s set! James, I got a beginner’s set when I was three! Dammit, I made my first Sleeping Draught at four! People thought the neighborhood cats were catching some mysterious narcoleptic disease, but it was actually just me testing out my potion!” Tobias ranted angrily.

Draca snorted. “That’s hilarious…So James, how are they treating you?” she asked.

“Like crap. Just because I told the twins I would rip off their faces and make sandwiches out of them…people just don’t like me. Moody is always fucking staring at me. They all swear that I’ve killed some poor Auror in the future for my badge, and Hermione keeps touching my wings to make sure they’re real! For the love of God, they aren’t glamours! Who the fuck would put up a glamour like this!” James snapped, his voice muffled beneath his wings.

Draca sighed.

“This is going to be a really long year…”
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