The Malfoy Chronicles

THis chapter is broken into three parts. I think those of you who are hating Draco and Abraxas will enjoy the second and third part most of all.



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Over the next few weeks Lucius became very well acquainted with the term ‘hellhole.’ He found out just exactly how miserable life was for little Draca, how evil Abraxas was, and how shallow Draco’s little wife was. But the one thing he had not found out was how badly Draco sometimes treated his mother. Yet.



It was a normal sort of day. A bit chilly outside, though, so all of the Malfoys were inside. Most of them were in the sitting room, which was the warmest room in the large house. Lucius had brought down a few books from the enormous family library to read by the fire, and Narcissa was content just to lean against her husband’s side. Lucius had quickly gained back a portion of the weight he had lost, but he had not wolfed down food with reckless abandon. He began getting his weight up by working out regularly and rebuilding his lost muscle tone. Narcissa loved it. Especially at night.



Draco and his wife were, too, leaning against each other, with Draco reading. His wife hated books, but liked snuggling herself into her husband’s warm side. Draca was sitting in the floor behind where her mother and father were sitting, but right in the line of sight of Lucius and Narcissa. She had a different porcelain-faced doll whom she was smothering with all the love a five-year-old girl could offer a doll. She would rock it in her arms, and sing softly to it, as if it were a real baby. Narcissa’s eyes would drift from her husband to her granddaughter occasionally.



Abraxas was nowhere in the room, which vexed Narcissa slightly. There was no telling what the little demon was planning. But she would not have to wait long to find out.

Abraxas came sauntering into the room a few minutes later, holding something behind his back. She sighed softly and closed her eyes, preferring not to watch.



Abraxas approached his sister. “Hey sis.” He said. She looked up at him.



“Hey.” She said.



“Whatcha doin?” he asked her, rocking back and forth on his heels.



She looked slightly worried. “P-playing with my doll. Why?” she said.



“Would you like to play with something else?” he asked her. She swallowed hard.



“L-like wh-what?” she asked.



“My new pet.” He said. She began to try to slowly ease away from him, but his hands came out from behind his back almost immediately, revealing the small snake he held in his hands. He held the little creature behind its head so it wouldn’t turn on him. Draca sat rooted in fear. She was mortally terrified of snakes. Her face lost all of its color, and her eyes locked with the unblinking eyes of the little snake. The little snake stared back at her.



“Don’t hurt me…” Draca said softly.



But that’s not what any of them heard. Lucius jumped to his feet at the sound of the familiarly terrifying language, and Narcissa’s eyes popped open. All eyes turned to Draca and Abraxas, unsure of who had spoken.

Draca, too rooted in fear to notice any of them staring, said again. “Don’t hurt me…” and her brother, in terrified confusion, dropped the little snake, which Draca’s eyes followed, and stayed transfixed on.



{I’m not going to hurt you little one… but the boy is a different matter….} She heard from the little snake, and her eyes widened even more.



“You can talk to humans?” she asked the little snake, unaware that her family’s eyes were glued on her.



{I do believe it’ssss that you can talk to snakesssss…} said the little snake, and then promptly turned on Abraxas. He started to take a step back, but the little snake lunged out at his leg, grabbing onto his ankle. Abraxas screamed, and all hell broke loose.



Draco grabbed Draca, shaking her violently. “You sneaky little Parselmouth, tell it to get off of him!” he said angrily. Draca burst into terrified tears, causing a reaction from Narcissa. About this time the little snake let go of Abraxas’ ankle and slithered quickly out of the room



“Let her go, Draco! I’m sure she said nothing to the snake about attacking Abraxas! It probably came up with the idea all on its own!” she said, and ran to her son, grabbing his arm. Draco all but threw Draca on the floor and turned on his mother.



“I’m so SICK of you!” he said. “Stay out of it!” he added, and then the sound of a slap resounded through the room, stopping even Draca’s terrified cries.



Narcissa withdrew in pain and shock, and Draco realized his mistake too late. A spell thrown from his father’s wand knocked him against the wall, knocking the breath out of him. And his father was on him in a moment, the tip of his wand in his son’s face. “You will never strike her again. The girl couldn’t have known she could talk to snakes. You didn’t see the look on her face. That little snake had its own ideas in mind. And I think the little miscreant deserved it.” He said, his voice dripping with absolute loathing for both his son and grandson.



Draco tried to stand up, but his father knocked him back down immediately. “You stay down!” he barked, pressing his wand closer to Draco’s face. “I have killed for less than that. And you know what? The world wouldn’t miss you if I killed once more. I should thrash you good, Draco Malfoy.”



Lucius was absolutely rabid with anger. He glared at his son. Draco was quiet and still, not wanting to needlessly provoke his father’s anger.



Abraxas was clutching his ankle, and looking at his grandfather. Draca carefully picked herself up off of the floor, and ran to her grandmother.



“Grandmum! Are you okay?” She asked, wrapping her arms around Narcissa. Narcissa put a hand on Draca’s head.



“I’m fine, love.” She said softly.



“I didn’t….I didn’t tell the little snake to bite him….I just asked it not to hurt me….I was…I was scared.” She said, terrified her father would be back for her.



“You’re fine, little dove.” Lucius said, turning only his head to her. She looked at her grandfather with great surprise. No one had ever stuck up for her before, except for her grandmother. “Go on to your room, dove. I’ll be up a little later to talk to you. No, no, don’t cry. I’m not coming to punish you.” He said, watching the shift of emotions in her face. Draca looked up at Narcissa, who nodded softly, so the little girl started to walk out of the room. Abraxas, in a desperate attempt at revenge, stuck his good leg out to trip her. She tumbled to the floor, but her head turned angrily to her brother. She thought about the little snake, and what it had looked like when it spoke to her, and she gave an angry hiss to her brother. His eyes widened, but she only laughed softly, and picked herself up, dusting off the front of her dress before skipping off merrily to her bedroom.



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This is only the first part. The next two chapter are going up quickly, as I have them written already. I had most of the parts I've posted written before I actually decided to post the story. But now I'm writing it all. Be patient, and I will give you what you want. Now! Show us your stuff, Lu!!