Chapter Text
Draco Malfoy did not understand why on earth his father was strolling through Muggle London. Honestly, this greatly concerned six-year-old Draco. He had been raised to look at muggles with a tentative caution and his family rarely interacted with the muggle word. However, Draco wasn’t sure why wizards hid from the muggles. They couldn't perform magic. In fact, most of them didn't even know magic was real.
Muggle London was much louder than Wizard London, though it lacked the loud cracks and bangs of magic. There were many people around, all wearing weird looking clothes. Some men wore these odd half robes which cut off at their waist and pieces of clothes hung from around their necks. Women wore dresses, similar to the ones Draco’s mother wore, but they lacked a glamorous quality. There were many transportation devices that fascinated Draco. Some were big and others small, but they all had wheels and were closed. They were many different shapes, sizes and colors. They made loud shrieking sounds and some made noises like a duck.
“Dad,” Draco sputtered, “What are those?” He pointed towards the wheeled thing which came to a halt beside them.
“They are called cars,” Lucius Malfoy said, “Muggles use them to go places.”
“Are they like brooms?”
“In a sense,” Lucius replied, “Except they cannot fly.”
The pair continued down the busy street. Draco remained close to his father, not wishing to lose him in the crowd. The muggles, much like wizards, pressed closely together as they walked. Some were chatting happily, others ignoring everyone and looking face down.
They turned a corner to a much busier street. Lucius reached down and grabbed Draco’s hand. They joined a large group of muggles at the street corner. The cars were still zipping across the road and Draco wondered how people managed to reach the other side without being flattened. An old muggle man smiled at Draco. Draco frowned, moving closer to his father.
He turned to his father, ignoring the muggle man beside him. “Where are we going?”
“The bank.” His father replied curtly.
“But Gringotts-”
Draco began but was cut off by the sudden movement of the cluster of muggles he stood within. He glanced up and saw a small box which had a little walking man displayed on it. Maybe that was how muggles knew when to cross the street.
“I know that Gringotts is not here, Draco. We are going to a muggle bank.” His father said curtly as they began to cross the street with a large cluster of muggles. Draco clung to his father’s hand, making sure he wouldn't get lost in the gaggle of professionally dressed muggles or the group of them holding boxes that produced bright flashes.
“Why?” Draco questioned, glancing up at the tall, blonde-haired man for answers. Draco was quite confused. Both of his parents seemed to dislike muggles because they couldn’t use magic…or at least they did around his grandparents. Besides, thought Draco, my family is full of wizards, so why would father be taking me to a muggle bank when the wizard one was Gringotts?
They had reached the other side of the street. Lucius sighed, dropping to his knees so he was eye level with the six-year-old. His expression was a very serious one, filled with a slight look of concern.
“We are going to a muggle bank because we have money there.” Lucius said. Draco opened his mouth in confusion but Lucius continued on before he could speak, “I know that you have been taught by your grandparents and those in the circle to think that muggles are beneath us.”
“They are.” Draco said in confusion. “Grandfather Cygnus said all muggles…and…and mudbloods are,”
Lucius winced internally, silently cursing the horrible man who was his father-in-law. But he wasn’t even the worse member of either side of his son’s family.
Lucius’s own father, Abraxas, had been the one who had taken the stand with The Dark Lord all those years ago. He had always taught Lucius to hate muggles, insisting that they should be purged and ruled over by wizards. He had also hated muggleborns, insisting that they would cause the downfall of wizards and that the purebloods should reign.
Lucius had believed all of that until he arrived at Hogwarts. For the first two years, he had been cruel and unkind to anyone who was not of pureblood. It wasn’t until his third year that he had been racing brooms with a friend when that changed. It was windy and he had gotten too close to the Whomping Willow. The tree destroyed his broom, breaking several of his ribs in the process. It wasn’t until he was saved by none other than Lily Evans, a muggle-born friend of that Severus Snape kid.
To his shock, the red headed second year was nothing but kind to him. They struck up a surprising friendship and Lucius soon learned that muggles and muggleborns were not terrible. He began to become friends with more of the muggle borns and blood traitors, like Sirius Black. Lucius forged friendships with many other muggleborns; He no longer was known as muggle hating and instead found close friends in Black; Evans; Remus Lupin and Andromeda Black, Sirius's cousin. He was able to keep up this charade for nearly three years. Or at least until Andromeda ran away to marry muggleborn, Ted Tonks.
The wedding reception was crashed by none other than Andromeda's own parents and older sister, Bellatrix. It was here that Lucius knew he was done for.
When his father learned of this “betrayal” in his sixth year, he was furious. He summoned Lucius home and tortured him senseless. He insisted that Lucius stop behaving this way or he would not allow Lucius to marry Andromeda’s younger sister, Narcissa, who was clearly being given the same instructions by her own parents- cut ties with the blood traitors or else.
As for Lucius, he had never come to love someone as much as he loved the blonde bombshell of a woman. Narcissa was smart, funny and incredibly witty. She was someone who Lucius knew he wanted to spend his life with and he couldn’t let that slip away.
So Lucius returned to behaving cold towards everyone, pretending to become friends with who his father wanted. He finished school and moved on to working at the ministry, taking calculated steps to work his way to the top, just like his father would have wanted. He could keep up with appearances, after all.
Lucius and Narcissa married following her graduation, and lived happily for the most part. They secretly remained friends with James and, now, Lily Potter, as well as Narcissa’s cousin, Sirius, and her middle sister. However, as long as the general public was concerned, the Malfoys did not associate with anyone outside the Pureblood circle, nicknamed the Sacred 28, for the remaining twenty eight “true” pureblood families.
The war broke out and, unsurprisingly, Lucius' true friends sided with Dumbledore and his pureblood “friends” and father sided with The Dark Lord. Lucius managed to stay out of the war for nearly a year before his father and the Dark Lord seemed to catch on. A huge fight erupted between the father and son; Abraxas accused his own son of spying for the Order of the Phoenix. Lucius insisted this wasn’t true. Finally, Abraxas cursed Lucius with the Imperius Curse. Quite honestly, Lucius wasn’t sure why Abraxas didn’t just kill him. However, he later came to learn that the Dark Lord had threatened to kill Lucius’s unborn child and Abraxas wasn’t going to let the pureblood Malfoy line die too easily.
Needless to say, Lucius was forced by his father to do terrible things. He worked his way up the ranks quickly. He became the Dark Lord’s right hand man, rivaled only by his insane sister-in-law, Bellatrix, and his own father.
Only a few days before the Dark Lord’s death, Abraxas was killed by Sirius Black. To be honest, Lucius could not have been happier to be free of the curse. Soon after, Voldemort was gone, vanquished by none other than James and Lily's son. Lucius was cleared of all charges, having been under the Imperius Curse and was free to live his life again…mostly. There were still many former Death Eaters who would surely harm him or his family should they ever find out that he had been telling the truth about the imperious.
“Well, they are not beneath us, Draco. They are just very different from us. There is no reason to hate them. And I never, ever, want to hear you say that word. Am I clear?” When Draco nodded solemnly, Lucius continued. “We are going to this bank because we have money there.”
By now, it was starting to become crowded on the streets so Lucius picked up his son and continued to talk as they made their way down the busy street. “Your mother and I thought that it would be a good idea to have money in the muggle world, just in case of something bad happening.”
“What bad stuff might happen?” Draco asked, biting his lip. “Are dragons going to destroy the city? What if the Goblins rise up and eat you and mum? What if-”
“I don’t think your mother and I will be eaten by Goblins, Draco.” Lucius shook his head, marvling at his son’s imagination. “As a Malfoy, you must always be prepared and have assets in the right places. We have an important business meeting,”
“At a muggle bank?”
“At a muggle bank.” Lucius confirmed.
They stopped in front of a tall building with a large cash sign on the spotless glass windows. Lucius pushed open the doors to reveal a high ceilinged room, with many different people sitting behind desks. He let Draco look around as he went to speak to a muggle at a desk. This place reminded Draco of Gringotts, only with muggles instead of Goblins.
Lucius had asked the muggle at the desk for someone and was now sitting on a leather sofa, discussing business with an important looking man in a pinstripe suit. Draco was busy wandering about, touching everything in sight.
The reception area was quiet and claustrophobic, with a brown marble floor, three elevators to one side, and above the desk, a row of clocks showing the time in every major world city. He stopped when his eyes fell on a small boy, probably around his age, curled up in a corner. The boy had dark black hair which fell shaggily around his shoulders, a pair of circular glasses and bright green eyes. His clothes were far too big and he looked as if he was swimming in them. His eyes were very sad and Draco felt bad for him. Before he could even realize, his feet had carried him over to the boy.
“Hello,” Draco said brightly to the boy. He extended his hand, as he had been taught, to him. “I am Draco Malfoy. Nice to meet you.”
The boy regarded him funnily, looking very confused by it all. Draco felt a tinge of annoyance, for he had seen his father do this countless times before and people always loved it. The boy did not move. He continued to look from Draco to a nearby door frantically, as if someone would burst from it at any moment.
“How are you?” Draco tried again, hoping for a response.
“Better,” Said the boy quietly, his eyes still darting to the door. “My uncle doesn’t like it when I talk to strangers.”
“My mum says that too,” Draco said, “But she’s not here.” He added brightly. The boy offered a small smile but his eyes still flickered to the door.
“What’s your name?” Draco asked him.
“Harry,” Replied the boy, his eyes still darting back and forth.
“I’m here with my father,” Said Draco proudly, “He is very powerful and always gets his way. Why are you here?”
“My uncle is here.” said Harry, “I don’t know why. He doesn’t talk much to me. He usually only yells at me. He’s very mean.”
Harry sounded so unhappy that Draco had to take a moment to pause.
“I’m really sorry that he’s mean.” He said. “Don’t you have an aunt who can stop him?”
Draco was confused. Parents should be loving and so should aunts and uncles. His Aunt Andromeda and Uncle Ted were very kind; however, Draco was forbidden to talk about them in front of his Grandfather Cygnus and Grandmother Druella for whatever reason.
“My Aunt Petunia is also mean…and so is my cousin Dudley. He takes all my things, which isn’t fair.”
“What about your parents?”
“They died. Car crash, I guess.” Harry said, frowning at the loud cars through the glass. “I think they were nice though. I hope so,”
At that moment, the door Harry had been looking at swung open to reveal one of the fattest men Draco had ever seen. He had a bulging neck and eyes, both varying shades of red. His hands were balled up into fists, reminding Draco of meatballs.
“Sir?” A muggle man dressed in a suit came rushing out behind the man. The fat man turned to the muggle and snarled. The muggle shrank back without a word. The fat muggle then fixed his eyes on Harry.
“Let’s go, boy.” He barked.
Harry sighed. “I’ve got to go.”
“It was nice meeting you,” Draco said as brightly as he could as he watched Harry walk towards the fat man who was snarling, “now boy,”. The fat man grabbed hold of Harry’s arm and yanked on it. Harry cried out.
“What did I say about talking to strangers?” Snarled the fat man, glaring at Draco before dragging Harry away. Draco was left to stand in horror and watch his new friend get dragged away and out into the bust streets.
“Merlin,” Snarled a voice behind Draco. He glanced up, seeing his father frowning at the sighting of the fat man still yanking Harry behind him. “That man should not be a father.”
“He’s not his father,” Draco said, “it’s his uncle.”
“A pity,” Lucius shook his head, extending his hand to Draco so that they could walk back to the streets. “No child should have an uncle like that.”
“Harry said his aunt was mean too. So was his cousin.”
Lucius stopped walking sharply, staring hard at the man and boy still in sight across the street. “Harry, you said his name was?”
“Uh huh.” Draco said, watching his father with a curious expression. Lucius was staring hard at the boy with an odd expression.
“What was his uncle’s name?”
“I don’t know,” Replied Draco, clutching his tongue. “His aunt’s name was Patricia or something, I think”
“What about Petunia?” Lucius croaked, his face somewhat white.
“Yeah, maybe .” Draco said and he felt his father’s hand go slack. “Can we go home now?”
“Not now,” Lucius said urgently, “we’ve got another stop to make.”
“Are you sure that you do not know where Harry Potter is?” Lucius was growling at the cowering, balding wizard behind the desk. He was currently standing in the director of the Department of Magical Adoptions and Families office. The tall blonde man peered down at the wizard, tightening his grip on his cane. For the past hour, Lucius had watched the wizard sort through file after file, searching for Harry Potter’s.
“No, I’ve told you, Mr. Malfoy, I do not know.” Said the Wizard. “I have looked through everything. There is no record of Harry Potter being adopted by his aunt and uncle and his godfather-”
“So you’re telling me that you have lost Harry Potter? The bloody Boy-Who-Lived? Lost him?” Lucius snapped coldly. “Well, that won’t look very good for this Department, will it? Especially not when I inform the Minister and The Prophet of this unfounded discovery.”
The wizard’s beady eyes widened and he gulped. This expression of fear did not change Lucius’s tone, for he had seen this reaction several times.
“If I were you, I would find Potter’s file. I wouldn’t want the entire magical community to know how incompetent my department is.” Lucius hissed, his eyes dangerously narrow.
“I...err….of course not. I can ask around. However, it might take a while before-” the wizard began, sweat dripping down his face.
“You have one hour.” Lucius interrupted the nervous wizard. “You have wasted enough of my time. I highly suggest you have the information which I seek when you return.”
“Yes, of course, Mr. Malfoy.” The wizard cried, vanishing from his office in a whirl. The wind from his run sent several pieces of parchment flying behind him in his haste.
Lucius, sighing, settled himself in a chair, absentmindedly flipping through the papers of the Daily Prophet. The clock along the wall ticked quietly and steadily. Lucius glanced up at it from time to time as forty minutes slowly ticked by.
“Dad,” Draco said finally from beside him, perched on the edge of a shabby looking couch. “Why are we still here? What’s taking him so long? What are we looking for?”
Draco, to Lucius' surprise and relief, had not fussed once since they had entered the office. He had been very content to sit and play with a toy broom which the wizard had provided. He let his father intimidate the other man, watching the action fold out in front of him. This was fine, of course. Draco would need to learn of the Malfoy’s method of getting what they wanted when push came to shove.
“We are looking for the address of that boy you met in the bank.” Lucius said simply. His son blinked curiously up at him.
“Why?”
“Because I believe I know that boy.” Lucius said simply.
“How?”
“He looks a lot like my old friend.”
“But wouldn’t your friend be old like you then? Not a kid.”
Lucius sighed some at this.
“I’m old?” He raised an eyebrow at his son, who giggled some. Lucius was not even thirty yet, but he did suppose to Draco, he did seem quite old. “No, I believe he might be his son.”
“Who was your friend?”
Lucius had not expected Draco to ask so many questions. “James Potter.”
Draco opened his mouth to speak again when the door came flying open and the wizard came rushing into the room. He was panting, his face very red. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out; instead, he doubled over, still panting. Annoyed, Lucius folded his arms at the Wizard, looking at him in dislike. Finally, the Wizard held out a piece of parchment.
“He lives there. I don’t know who cares for him.” He gasped. “But it took me ten different people to track this down. I promise it is right!”
Lucius did not frankly care as to where the Wizard had acquired this information. He glanced down at the paper, smiling at the scrawny writing. His suspicions were confirmed.
4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging
“Thank you for your assistance,” Lucius said to the still gasping wizard. He learned close to him, staring right into his beady eyes. “You are not to share the details of this meeting with anyone, am I clear? Or I will go to The Prophet.”
“Yes, sir. Of course, Mr. Malfoy.” Gasped the wizard. Pleased with himself, Lucius motioned for Draco to follow him. The father and son left the Ministry with a smile on their faces.
The manor was oddly quiet when they arrived. Lucius and Draco emerged from the fireplace and stepped into their parlor. It had a large, silvery gray, silky carpet, and the furniture was covered with dark green silky material. Into this reticence pieces of futurism, plush cushions and well painted, bright portraits hung from the walls. There was no sign of Narcissa, the house elves, or even the family falcon banging angrily on the window.
“Your mother must not be back from her shopping in Prague with Aunt Andy yet.” Lucius said to his son. Draco was currently shaking ash from his shoulder back into the fire.
In order to keep up appearances for the possible sake of their lives, the Malfoys made sure to not associate with Andromeda's, Lucius’ sister-in-law, family in public. They always made sure to spend time with each other in the safety of one another’s homes or far away, in cities where no one would recognize them.
“Do you think she bought me presents?” Draco asked, looking up at his father excitedly. Lucis smiled; Narcissa never came back from shopping without gifts for her adoring son.
“I’m sure she did.” He said and Draco grinned. “Now, go upstairs and play. I’ve got lots to work on.”
Draco ran upstairs without another word. Lucius made his way towards his office, dropping into his chair with a loud thud. He ran his hands through his hair with a huge sigh. His mind was racing with questions. Was it really Harry Potter, James and Lily’s son? How could he be living with such awful muggles? If Lucius knew one thing, it was that James and Lily were very adamant about their son not ending up with Lily’s sister if they should die. The way Lily spoke about her sister and her husband gave Lucius the sense that they were magic fearing and would take any force against it. That could not be good for Harry, if he was even living with them.
Lucius felt his blood boil at the thought of the greatest wizard alive being forced to live with his horrible aunt and uncle. He tossed his head back, sighing. Finally, he croaked out, “Dobby.”
There was a loud crack and the elf appeared. It looked expectantly up at his master.
“Get me some firewhiskey.” Lucius sighed.
Dobby nodded, vanishing with a crack. A moment later, he reappeared holding a glass and a bottle of firewhisky. Lucius took them from the elf, thanking him. Dobby vanished once more as Lucius poured a generous amount of the beverage into the glass and took a long sip. The whisky burned his throat, but he felt a sense of relief.
After a moment, Lucius reached for his wand, tapping it once on the top drawer on his desk. The drawer slid open to reveal many of Lucius' private papers. He sifted through them until he found what he was looking for- an old, leather photo book.
He dropped it on the table and a large amount of dust flew out from it. He flipped through the pages, smiling at the old memories of his life before the war. There were wedding photos, holiday photos, birthdays; mostly filled with laughter and happiness. Finally, at the very end, Lucius found what he was looking for.
Two baby boys were laughing at a toy broom. They were sitting beside a christmas tree, brightly colored presents around them. One was pale and fair haired- Draco. The other had bright green eyes and jet black hair- Harry, James and Lily’s son. This photo was taken on the one time the Malfoys and Potters dared to get together during the intensity of the war. Lucius did not remember it, for he had been out serving the Dark Lord under the curse most likely.
He stared hard at the baby version of Harry Potter, trying to imagine what he would look like five years later. No matter how hard he tried not to, the image of the boy in the bank popped up in his head.
“What are you looking at?” A soft, feminine voice pulled him from his thoughts.
Lucius glanced up and caught sight of a slim blonde woman with high cheekbones and blue eyes. She was leaning against the doorframe, smiling softly at him. She caught sight of the firewhiskey on the desk and frowned, making her way towards him.
“Did the meeting at the bank not go well then, I take it?” She sighed.
“No, the meeting went quite well, actually,” Lucius replied. “Our assets within the muggle world are still very much intact. In fact, our stocks have even gone up,”
“Well that’s good news, isn’t it?” Narcissa said, pecking him softly on the cheek. She straightened up when she saw what he was looking at. “Lucius, why are you looking at old pictures of James and Lily? You know it upsets me.”
Lucius shook his head, pointing towards the photo of the two baby boys.
“I wasn’t looking at James and Lily. I’m looking at the picture of the boys.” He paused for a long time, unsure of how to continue. “Cissa, I think I saw Harry today.”
“Harry? As in James and Lily’s son, Harry? Harry Potter?” Narcissa was looking at him like he had grown another head.
“Yes, darling. Their son. It was Harry, I just know it. He looked just like a mini James, only with Lily’s eyes.”
“Where did you see him?”
“The bank,”
“The bank? As in Gringotts rights?”
Narcissa was staring at him so hard Lucius thought she might bore a hole into his head.
“No, dear. The muggle bank?”
“The muggle bank?” Narcissa cried, “What on earth would he be doing there?” She paused for a moment as her face paled. “Oh, Merlin, tell me he hasn’t been with those terrible relatives of Lily’s all this time.”
“It, err, it appears that way, darling.”
“WHAT?” Narcissa screeched so loudly that Lucius wouldn’t have been surprised if his glass shattered. “YOU’RE TELLING ME THAT HARRY- MY GODSON- HAS BEEN WITH THOSE….THOSE...DREADFUL PEOPLE ALL THIS TIME?”
“Narcissa, darling, calm down.” Lucius begged, seeing that his wife’s face had turned an ugly, blotchy color of red. “Wait, Godson? I thought Sirius was the only one who was named a godparent.”
There was a moment of uncomfortable silence before Narcissa met his eyes.
“I was too,” Narcissa replied very quietly, avoiding his eyes. “Lily wrote to me - in code of course- asking if I could be Harry’s Godmother should something happen to them or Sirius. It was right after the prophecy was made, but you were under the Imperius so I never said anything to you. I was afraid he would find out.”
“And you didn’t think to mention it after I was free and the Dark Lord was dead.” Lucius raised his eyebrows at his wife.
“I…” Narcissa froze, chewing her lip. She contemplated her next words carefully. “I just…I meant to but how would it have looked to the still free Death Eaters if we took him in? They would have surely killed us. Besides, they threatened-” She suddenly stopped talking, leaning against Lucius' desk. She poured herself a considerable amount of Firewhiskey.
“Who threatened you? Cissa?” Lucius was very concerned and angry. Narcissa and he held no secret from each other, so he was stunned to learn that she had.
“I don’t know who it was.” Narcissa said, tossing the drink to the back of her throat. She let it burn on the way down her throat. “All they said was not to worry and that Harry was safe. They told me not to tell you that I had been named godmother and insisted that I not look for Harry. They said that he would only be in danger if he lived here.”
She took another long sip of the drink straight from the bottle before slamming it down on the desk. Liquid spilled out from the force of her slam, making the room smell even more like alcohol. Tears began to roll down her cheeks.
“They tricked me, didn’t they? And I just let them. I failed Harry as a godmother by letting him stay with those awful muggles. Oh, this is all my fault.” Narcissa hung her head, sniffling, as tears rolled from her cheeks and splashed down onto the floor. She looked up at her husband, eyes full of regret. “Why did I even believe them?”
“Narcissa,” Lucius sighed, wrapping his wife up in a hug. “You did not fail Harry. You would have made a wonderful godmother.”
“I was so scared, Lucius. I thought one of the Death Eaters had found us out and was scaring us. At the same time, I thought that Harry was safe...They also threatened Draco. What was I supposed to do?”
“Cissa, darling. Stop crying and look at me.” Lucius said, wiping the tears from her face. “It’s going to be alright. We can go and save Harry right now. He can come and live with us.”
Narcissa's head shot up, her eyes hopeful. Moments later, they fell flat again. “What would we tell the others, you know, within the bloody circle?”
“We can tell them that we are simply raising Harry so that we could easily hand him over to the Dark Lord when he returns.” Lucius said. Despite this, Lucius knew there was no way he or Narcissa would willingly hand over James and Lily’s son back to that crazed madman if the time ever came.
“You...you don’t really think he’ll come back, do you?” Narcissa whispered softly. The fear in her eyes was evident.
“I don’t know, Cissa.” Lucius said, “But I do know that we will be on the right side if he does, even if it means losing our livelihood and even our wealth to protect that boy. But right now we can save him. Educate him. Love him. Give him a real home and someone to call family. We owe James and Lily so much. We will not allow their son to grow up in that horrible Dursley house. Now, we can figure out the rest of the details later.” He straightened up, smoothing out his robes. “Go freshen up. We’re going to get him.”
Narcissa smiled, softly kissing her husband before vanishing to go upstairs. Lucius followed her, heading towards Draco’s room instead.
Draco was seated at a small table covered with toy dragons. Peesy, one of their house elves, was playing with him. Narcissa had assigned Peesy to keep Draco company when he felt lonely.
“Draco,” Lucius said, pushing his way into the room. “May I speak with you? Peesy, would you excuse us?”
The house elf vanished with a loud cracking sound. Lucius said in the chair formerly occupied by the small creature and looked his son down very seriously.
“Draco, how would you feel about having a brother?” He asked his son.
Draco’s face lit up at once, a smile forming on his cheeks. He had always wanted a sibling, asking every year on Christmas that he got one to play with. It was a very innocent thing to do, but Lucius knew how much it cost his wife. She had not had an easy go in terms of pregnancies and had miscarried several times. Draco’s birth had so many complications that it was extremely unlikely for her to ever have another child.
“Is mummy going to have a baby?” He asked excitedly.
“I..err. No, she’s not.” Lucius said quickly. “We are thinking of adopting your mother’s godson- Harry Potter.”
“Harry Potter? As in the Harry Potter?” Draco’s eyes widened. “Really? I will finally have a brother.”
“Yes, you would.” Lucius agreed, ruffling his son’s hair. “Now, why don’t you go with Peesy to turn a guest room into a wonderful room for Harry.”
“Of course, father,” Draco cried, racing away. Laughing some, Lucius summoned the house elves, ordering them to prepare a room and watch Draco. When he returned to the parlor, he found Narcissa fussing over an old letter.
“Is that it?” Lucius asked, approaching his wife. She nodded, handing him the crumpled up piece of parchment.
“The very same that arrived the day after The Dark Lord fell,” She said. Lucius turned down to look at the old piece of parchment. He did not recognize the sloppy handwriting on the page.
Narcissa,
I see that despite your valiant attempts to hide your friendship with the Potters, you have failed. I know you have agreed to be the Godmother of Harry James Potter. This news did not surprise me, for I always had my suspicions about your loyalty to the Dark Lord and his followers.
Do not attempt to look for Harry. There will be no need for you in the raising of the boy. You will only be putting the boy in danger. The Death Eater will no doubt want revenge on the boy for vanquishing The Dark Lord and will have no problem killing you and your entire family to do it.
Do not take my message lightly, girl. If you love your cute little blonde baby, you will forget about your duty to Harry Potter. It would be a pity for me to share this information with the Death Eaters, including your sister. I have a strong feeling she would find this very interesting.
Now, for your sake, move on with your life and forget about Harry Potter.
Sincerely,
An old friend
Lucius read the letter, feeling quite angry about it. How dare this person threaten Draco’s life? How dare they make such claims? Lucius felt his anger with the writer shimmer. He glanced up at his wife and nodded. They did not need to share words; he silently told her that he understood why she had done what she did.
“Are you ready, darling?” He asked softly, handing the letter back to her. She carefully folded it back and dropped it into her robes.
“One can only hope.” She said softly.
They apparated just outside Little Whinging in Surrey. As they approached, they found rows of suburban looking houses, each with pristine lawns. There was shouting and the sounds of music in the distance. They walked down the street, catching sight of muggles tilting their heads at them. They were obviously judging them, confused by their robes and probably due to the fact that they looked very “un-normal” in the (perfectly normal, thank you) town.
Number Four Privet Drive was a small home with a bright green lawn in the front. All of the curtains were drawn, making it seem as if they were not friendly. Lucius and Narcissa made their way to the front doors and knocked soundly on the door.
The door swung open to reveal a horse faced woman named Petunia Dursley. Her eyes widened at the sight of them. She clutched her heart.
“Good day, Mrs. Dursley. We wish to have a word with you.”