A Fortunate Father
Lucius Abraxas Malfoy has been a bigoted, influential and elite pureblood his whole life. Born as the heir to the Malfoy name, a cold and brutal family, Lucius was a voice of authority among his peers. He was the perfect elite through out his younger years and moved to marry Narcissa Black, the youngest daughter of Cygnus Black, after graduation.
Lucius's life was laid out before his eyes, and as he joined the rising Dark wizard Voldermort's ranks, his future appeared flawless. Until, he had to have a heir.
Lucius was never fond of children. But, duty called. His first child was a daughter, born to him a year after his marriage. Aludra Narcissa Malfoy. His baby, who carried all of the Malfoy genes, with her platinum hair and blue eyes.
His father had been disappointed, he had been expecting a grandson.
Lucius had found the child endearing, she rarely cried even as a baby. She was a quite child. Unfortunately, that habit ceased to develop.
The second time, Narcissa had a pair of twins. Both boys. At the time, Lucius was away on a mission and had missed the birth. They were born a week before Yule. Both with the black hair of his wife. Castor Lucius Malfoy and Pollux Septimus Malfoy. He had been happy, delighted. He just couldn't see at that time what sort of menaces they were going to be.
During the year 1980, when the wizarding war was at its peak, the Malfoy family once more welcomed a tiny addition. Draco Regulus Malfoy. The child was born the same night his grandfather had died of dragon pox. It shouldn't have been something that bothered Lucius, but the child seemed much bothered by it. Especially by how he likes to wander the hallways in the middle of the night.
A year later, as the Dark Lord became crazier because of a prophecy, Lyra Bella Malfoy entered the family tree. She was a copy of Narcissa. And, the most annoying kid they had.
If someone were to ask whether or not he regretted having children, he would say no. But, only he himself knew how much he wanted to strangle the past him for not keeping it within his robes.
"Lucius," came the melodious voice of his wife. She stood there at the door to the study, in all her heavenly glory. "It is time for dinner, come down."
And, who was Lucius to reject the invite to have dinner with his wife? He put back the documents he was looking through and walked out of the study.
Only to be welcomed with the sight of his eldest daughter tasking an elf to take down the portrait of Septimus Malfoy The First. The corridor to the Malfoy study consisted of a line of portraits belonging to the ancestors and they had never been moved before. Septimus was spewing all sort of profanities.
Narcissa looked at their daughter and walked past her saying, "I want everyone down at the dinner table in fifteen minutes, you included."
Aludra nodded in response and again shifted her attention to the portrait of her great-great-whatever.
"Aludra, what are you doing?" Lucius questioned, a headache already coming.
"Papa," she turned to him with a bored expression. "I plan on moving all the ancestral portraits to the lounge on the second-floor."
"Why?"
Aludra stared at him as if he wasn't her father but rather a dumb-muggle.
"Seriously? Papa, we have gone over it. The manor has such an old and outdated style that it is embarrassing. Like, who hangs their dead ancestors' talking portraits in the hallways?"
Lucius wanted to respond with a 'Everyone does' But, Aludra did not give him a chance.
"I mean, they are always talking and interfering with our lives, when they couldn't make it out alive of their own" —"Excuse me?"— "We should put them in a well-decorated lounge or study with a blue wall, for relaxation purposes, so they can talk to each other and wilt away like their bodies."
A weird noise came from down the stairs but Lucius was more focused on the words his daughter had just uttered. She was not wrong. Putting them all away would be disrespecting them, but if he were to place them in a highly-decorated and charming room with other dark antiques, perhaps it could work.
"And, I ordered a black sofa for the lounge. Since I asked Linny to change the wall paper, the red sofa did not sit well with it."
"Ah. Yes."
An undignified vroom came from downstairs as Aludra was to continue her rant. A vroom. A vroom!?
Lucius stumbled down the stairs in haste, only to see a muggle-vehicle in front of the dinning room. Oh Merlin.
"Pollux, what is this?" Narcissa sternly asked.
Pollux sheepishly smiled as he nudged Castor, who answered. "It's a motorbike, Mama."
"A what-!?" Lucius gasped. "Where would you get this!? No- no, why did you get this!?"
"From this amazing shop in Diagon Alley!" Pollux exclaimed. "They have all these flying muggle vehicles. They just take the muggle vehicles and make them fly!"
A muggle vehicle in the Malfoy manor was simply scandalous. But, the scandal already occurred two years ago when the twins brought a telly-view home.
"So a big muggle broom," Draco chided from his seat at the table.
"Well-no," Castor shook his head. "It is a sort of experiment on mixing magic with juggle machinery. We are going to dismantle it—"
"You two went to Diagon Alley? Unsupervised?" Narcissa grilled.
"Well.."
"The first to the table gets the apple tart!" Pollux exclaimed and both of them made a beeline for the dinning table.
"Don't think I am leaving this matter," Narcissa warned as she walked to the table.
"A mo-mot-mo..bike..ugh..," Lucius groaned. "Do.not.bring.such.things—"
Both the twins looked at him.
"—into the manor. Keep it in the lawn."
Lucius took his seat at the head of the table, exhaustingly. The kitchen elves popped up with the dinner and placed them on the table. And, Aludra also came down and sat besides Lucius.
"Papa, can we go to Diagon Alley this Wednesday?" Draco asked.
"Wednesday?Ah, not possible. I have a meeting with the Minister," he answered hoping to drop the matter.
"No."
"Draco—"
"We have to go to Diagon Alley to buy our school supplies on Wednesday."
He really wanted to ask why. But, he knew how peculiar Draco's answers were.
"Because I feel like it," Draco said. Lucius had spoken out loud, again. Or, maybe Draco was just reading his mind.
"I will take the kids," Narcissa intervened. "It's good to do the shopping earlier. Draco has already got his admittance letter, after all."
Lucius nodded. He loved his wife, he absolutely adored her and would not hope for anyone else in her place.
The dishes were already present on the table, Lucius poured some soup for him. And decided to commence dinner.
The night wind blew through the open window, and the curtains fluttered. Surrounded by his family, on a summer evening, when—
"Papa, Lyra is not here yet," Pollux popped.
Lucius looked around the table and the seat beside Pollux, that of Lyra, was empty.
He furrowed. "Where is she?"
Narcissa looked at him and shrugged. Then, called for Dobby.
"Dobby go retrieve Lyra from where ever she is—"
With a whoosh, something a came crashing through the window and toppled over Lucius,making him fall to the ground with his back to the upper edge of the chair.
A chilling pain in his back and weight on his chest, Lucius groaned and squinted his eyes. Only to find his youngest on him, grinning with a broken broom in her hand.
"Lyra! What have you done?"
"Merlin! That's my broom."
Lucius closed his eyes again and choose to faint rather than deal with this.