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koori_nekoTitle: Once upon a fair.
Chapter: 1. Samhain.
Author. me
Rating: PG
Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/ Prince Nuada (but not necessarily in that order)
Disclaimer: The characters depicted belong to their creators and the producers of the movies they're featured in. None of this is for profit or to slander anyone.
Notes: This came about during a discussion about HP and HBP me and Dom had, and of course I just had to write it. Dom has been great help with the specifics of the holidays depicted and for being a wonderful beta.
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Hogwarts, 1965
The great hall was filled to the brim with so much anticipation the air was sizzling even when the hundreds of live bats circling the ceiling took a rare break, hanging from the rafters in big swarms. The usual glow from the hoovering candles had been replaced by huge pumpkins, grown in Hagrid's impressive garden, carved in both monstrous and funny faces, lights streaming from the holes. Lucius Malfoy had to admit it, though it pained him to do so, that the stupid giant knew how to grow pumpkins, even though not much else could possibly have stuck with the oaf. The young blond was sitting with his back almost to the wall, looking across the table at the one next to Slytherin House's. Slytherin House was already in the lead of the House Cup, having bashed Gryffindor in the first game of the year. Served them right, too. Purebloods mixing with low lives. Lucius had learned from young years to know exactly who to associate with and who to avoid.
"Before we dig in and fill both our heads and stomachs with stuffing, I ned to remind you all that even during Hallowe'en, the Forbidden Forest is off limits to all students." The Headmaster paused looked pointedly at Gryffindor table. Lucius couldn't hide a sneer as some of those sitting at that table squirmed a little. One particular little red-headed, weasel like boy looked extremely uncomfortable. Blood-traitors, the whole bunch. Pure-Blood, yet fascinated by Muggle things, to the brink of what was sane.
Headmaster kept talking, but Bellatrix Black's commentary muted him.
"Still can't belive Dumbledore let that thing go to school around respectable wizards." She had obviously seen where Lucius had been looking.
Finally the old man raised his hands and the plates filled with food, making the tables almost groan under the pressure.
The scent of food filled the hall, and Lucius felt his stomach rumble. Stupid headmaster to make them wait.
"Did your father tell you about who just moved in down in Hogsmeade, Malfoy?" The nasal voice of Bellatrix cut through Lucius' dreams of food, making the blond's lip twitch.
"I haven't talked to father for a while. He's busy."
"Well, even small fish like you, boy, should know when an elf prince moves in next door." The sneer on the cute second year's lips did nothing to improve Lucius' mood, but he hid it as well as he could for his 11 years.
"Thank you for telling me, Bellatrix."
Concentrating once again on his plate, Lucius hardly noticed the conversations around him, quietly replying to the whispered hints and topics posted by the black-haired boy next to him. Many in their year teased Selwyn for his heritage and for his hair, but Lucius somehow liked hanging out with the shy boy. And for the heritage, it was no doubt Selwyn was a Pure-blood through and through, though there was a question about an uncle or if it was a cousin. Not openly, of course, but whenever he could, he spent time with the other boy. Selwyn's hair wasn't greasy, it had a pretty shine to it, and sometimes shone like a raven's feathers when hit by the light a sertain way. Now the pumpkin in the window just behind them lightened the back of Selwyn's hair and it almost sparkled. Lucius had to fight an urge to run his hand through the black strands to see if it was as soft as it looked. It was as black as the younger second cousin's was hay blond. Lucius knew that Dolores wasn't due to start Hogwarts for another two, or if it was three, years. He silently wondered if the little knat was going to be in Slytherin House, and prayed she wouldn't be, even as his hand moved towards the boy next to him.
He was saved by the Headmaster's clearing of throat and fisted his hands in his lap.
"I believe this most wonderful feast is coming to it's all-too sudden end and it's time for all of you to go to bed. Those who have been cleared for Hogsmeade will meet professor McGonagall at the front gate tomorrow at 9 am sharp. Tardy students will not be admitted. Now, good night."
The hall erupted in talking and the noise of wood against stone as benches were pushed back as all the students stood up and exited almost at the same time. Malfoy made his way quickly down to their dormitory, followed by Rodolphus Lestrange and Selwyn. Lucius never liked Lestrange. There was something off with that boy. Luckily he was a few years older so they didn't have to share sleeping quarters with him.
Stuffed with food and sleepy the four-poster beds with their emerald and black curtains had rarely seemed so welcome, and Lucius quickly changed into his pyjamas and tied back his long blond hair. Crawling under the duvet he saw Selwyn almost mimick him step for step, except he braided his long hair in a tasteful warriors queue, before slipping into the bed one over.
The lights went out and Lucius felt himself slipping into sleep. He barely registered the smaller boy's low voice, and was sure the other boy had asked him multiple times before he noticed.
"Malfoy? I know you're awake. You know I know." Damn Selwyn and his so-called intuition.
"What do you want, Nero?"
"What do you think this elf prince looks like?"
"So you heard that? I wouldn't bother myself with it. Probably just a ruse to get us to ask her about it so she can laugh at us."
"Hmm..." There was silence for a while, just enough for Lucius to close his eyes and start seeing a pale morning sky opening up under him, then... "But still..."
"He's probably blond. Father says that elves are blond."
"But, house-..."
"Not house-elves, you twit." Lucius huffed. Damn Nero and his low intelligence. "House elves don't really have hair, do they? Real elves are taller than us, Nero."
"Oh."
"Now sleep."
"But.."
"Not listening. Sleeping"
"Alright."
Hogsmeade 1965
Nuada looked around the library in his newest home. This might even work, if only the neighbors didn't bother him. They said there was a school for magic not far off. Hogwarts, or something. Hopefully not too many children would come knocking.
Slowly he let his hand trace the darkened chestnut of the shelves, silently summoning his books as he walked along the wall. With a quiet wooshing sound the heavy volumes filled the empty spaces from ceiling to floor, huffing dust into the air. The light from the candles flickered lightly in the draft, casting long shadows along the floor. Slowly he went over to each of them, blowing them out one after the other until the room rested in darkness.
Yeah, he could really like it here.
The wind was singing in the trees in his backyard, and kids were preparing to go from house to house, begging for treats or making the scrouges pay with random tricks. A magical village was bound to have some intertesting tricks in store, which was the only reason Nuada accepted the silly notions.
He could feel Nature groan as Winter was approaching and he could hear Samhain sweeping through the streets of Hogsmeade, gathering the souls of those who had fallen during the year. Without even the slightest sound he made his way down to the sitting room window. On his way he picked up a white candle and a stick from the fireplace.
"Find your way back to your kingdom, Death God. Leave this house untouched, for there are none of yours biding their time here." Nuada whispered as he lit the candle and placed it, fully visible to the street, at the center of the window seat. He raised his hand in a salute to Samhain, knowing he would once see the God as the prince himself would fall.
Turning his back to the window, leaving the candle to flicker its light out into the street, he went to his bedroom and undressed. Smiling he slipped under the covers and watched the waining moon until sleep claimed him.
He woke up the next morning to children screaming in the streets outside, and groaning he rolled out of bed. Looking at the grey skies outside Nuada guessed it was about ten in the morning and grinned at his initial displeasure. It wasn't too early after all. Dressing in his usual non-descript clothes of black and grey, he walked out into the dull morning, only to be almost run down by a horde of children. Pressing up against a wall, he growled at the human spawn, then stalked off to the village pub, The Hog's Head. After ordering some breakfast he slumped down at the back of the pub. A few people passed, obviously magical, and some wore a coats of arms that he identified as the school insignia.
At this point curiousity got the better of Prince Nuada and he waved over one of the, a stern lady in green robes and hints of grey in her hair.
"Madame, are you by chance from the nearby school?"
"I am. My name is Minerva McGonagall. Pleased to meet you, prince Nuada."
"You know me?"
"Of course. Your name is mentioned in some of our most dignified encyclopedia."
"How convenient. Please, have a seat." Humans didn't normally interest him, but he might get a chance at visiting the school, and that really interested him.
Hogwarts
Lucius wasn't happy that he had to wait two more years to visit the village. His family didn't ago to country side low level housings if they didn't have to. They had their manor and some houses abroad, and his father thought that was enough. He was sitting on a bench neir the marble staircase, book on Potions open in his lap, though he wasn't paying much attention to it at all. No, Potions was completely forgotten in favor of the tall, blond man walking next to professor McGonagall through the open front doors. This must be the elf Bellatrix had mentioned.
So, her forked tongue did know how to tell truths as well as lies. Amazing.
Selwyn slumped down next to him, and stared openly at the door.
"She was right?" The darker boy whispered through unmoving lips.
"Appears so. I wonder what he's doing here.
Just then the elf seemed to notice the boys looking at him and he fixed them with his amber eyes, before smiling and turning back to his conversation with McGonagall. The bell rung for dinner and all the students moved into the great hall. Lucius couldn't remove his gaze from the figure taking a seat at the teacher's table, and he felt a sudden twinge in his chest. He had to know more about this person. He just had to.
EDIT: I corrected a few errors in this, as I realized Malfoy is about 6 years older than Snape and the Marauders. Also added another hint of a character to it.
Chapter: 1. Samhain.
Author. me
Rating: PG
Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/ Prince Nuada (but not necessarily in that order)
Disclaimer: The characters depicted belong to their creators and the producers of the movies they're featured in. None of this is for profit or to slander anyone.
Notes: This came about during a discussion about HP and HBP me and Dom had, and of course I just had to write it. Dom has been great help with the specifics of the holidays depicted and for being a wonderful beta.
><><><><><
Hogwarts, 1965
The great hall was filled to the brim with so much anticipation the air was sizzling even when the hundreds of live bats circling the ceiling took a rare break, hanging from the rafters in big swarms. The usual glow from the hoovering candles had been replaced by huge pumpkins, grown in Hagrid's impressive garden, carved in both monstrous and funny faces, lights streaming from the holes. Lucius Malfoy had to admit it, though it pained him to do so, that the stupid giant knew how to grow pumpkins, even though not much else could possibly have stuck with the oaf. The young blond was sitting with his back almost to the wall, looking across the table at the one next to Slytherin House's. Slytherin House was already in the lead of the House Cup, having bashed Gryffindor in the first game of the year. Served them right, too. Purebloods mixing with low lives. Lucius had learned from young years to know exactly who to associate with and who to avoid.
"Before we dig in and fill both our heads and stomachs with stuffing, I ned to remind you all that even during Hallowe'en, the Forbidden Forest is off limits to all students." The Headmaster paused looked pointedly at Gryffindor table. Lucius couldn't hide a sneer as some of those sitting at that table squirmed a little. One particular little red-headed, weasel like boy looked extremely uncomfortable. Blood-traitors, the whole bunch. Pure-Blood, yet fascinated by Muggle things, to the brink of what was sane.
Headmaster kept talking, but Bellatrix Black's commentary muted him.
"Still can't belive Dumbledore let that thing go to school around respectable wizards." She had obviously seen where Lucius had been looking.
Finally the old man raised his hands and the plates filled with food, making the tables almost groan under the pressure.
The scent of food filled the hall, and Lucius felt his stomach rumble. Stupid headmaster to make them wait.
"Did your father tell you about who just moved in down in Hogsmeade, Malfoy?" The nasal voice of Bellatrix cut through Lucius' dreams of food, making the blond's lip twitch.
"I haven't talked to father for a while. He's busy."
"Well, even small fish like you, boy, should know when an elf prince moves in next door." The sneer on the cute second year's lips did nothing to improve Lucius' mood, but he hid it as well as he could for his 11 years.
"Thank you for telling me, Bellatrix."
Concentrating once again on his plate, Lucius hardly noticed the conversations around him, quietly replying to the whispered hints and topics posted by the black-haired boy next to him. Many in their year teased Selwyn for his heritage and for his hair, but Lucius somehow liked hanging out with the shy boy. And for the heritage, it was no doubt Selwyn was a Pure-blood through and through, though there was a question about an uncle or if it was a cousin. Not openly, of course, but whenever he could, he spent time with the other boy. Selwyn's hair wasn't greasy, it had a pretty shine to it, and sometimes shone like a raven's feathers when hit by the light a sertain way. Now the pumpkin in the window just behind them lightened the back of Selwyn's hair and it almost sparkled. Lucius had to fight an urge to run his hand through the black strands to see if it was as soft as it looked. It was as black as the younger second cousin's was hay blond. Lucius knew that Dolores wasn't due to start Hogwarts for another two, or if it was three, years. He silently wondered if the little knat was going to be in Slytherin House, and prayed she wouldn't be, even as his hand moved towards the boy next to him.
He was saved by the Headmaster's clearing of throat and fisted his hands in his lap.
"I believe this most wonderful feast is coming to it's all-too sudden end and it's time for all of you to go to bed. Those who have been cleared for Hogsmeade will meet professor McGonagall at the front gate tomorrow at 9 am sharp. Tardy students will not be admitted. Now, good night."
The hall erupted in talking and the noise of wood against stone as benches were pushed back as all the students stood up and exited almost at the same time. Malfoy made his way quickly down to their dormitory, followed by Rodolphus Lestrange and Selwyn. Lucius never liked Lestrange. There was something off with that boy. Luckily he was a few years older so they didn't have to share sleeping quarters with him.
Stuffed with food and sleepy the four-poster beds with their emerald and black curtains had rarely seemed so welcome, and Lucius quickly changed into his pyjamas and tied back his long blond hair. Crawling under the duvet he saw Selwyn almost mimick him step for step, except he braided his long hair in a tasteful warriors queue, before slipping into the bed one over.
The lights went out and Lucius felt himself slipping into sleep. He barely registered the smaller boy's low voice, and was sure the other boy had asked him multiple times before he noticed.
"Malfoy? I know you're awake. You know I know." Damn Selwyn and his so-called intuition.
"What do you want, Nero?"
"What do you think this elf prince looks like?"
"So you heard that? I wouldn't bother myself with it. Probably just a ruse to get us to ask her about it so she can laugh at us."
"Hmm..." There was silence for a while, just enough for Lucius to close his eyes and start seeing a pale morning sky opening up under him, then... "But still..."
"He's probably blond. Father says that elves are blond."
"But, house-..."
"Not house-elves, you twit." Lucius huffed. Damn Nero and his low intelligence. "House elves don't really have hair, do they? Real elves are taller than us, Nero."
"Oh."
"Now sleep."
"But.."
"Not listening. Sleeping"
"Alright."
Hogsmeade 1965
Nuada looked around the library in his newest home. This might even work, if only the neighbors didn't bother him. They said there was a school for magic not far off. Hogwarts, or something. Hopefully not too many children would come knocking.
Slowly he let his hand trace the darkened chestnut of the shelves, silently summoning his books as he walked along the wall. With a quiet wooshing sound the heavy volumes filled the empty spaces from ceiling to floor, huffing dust into the air. The light from the candles flickered lightly in the draft, casting long shadows along the floor. Slowly he went over to each of them, blowing them out one after the other until the room rested in darkness.
Yeah, he could really like it here.
The wind was singing in the trees in his backyard, and kids were preparing to go from house to house, begging for treats or making the scrouges pay with random tricks. A magical village was bound to have some intertesting tricks in store, which was the only reason Nuada accepted the silly notions.
He could feel Nature groan as Winter was approaching and he could hear Samhain sweeping through the streets of Hogsmeade, gathering the souls of those who had fallen during the year. Without even the slightest sound he made his way down to the sitting room window. On his way he picked up a white candle and a stick from the fireplace.
"Find your way back to your kingdom, Death God. Leave this house untouched, for there are none of yours biding their time here." Nuada whispered as he lit the candle and placed it, fully visible to the street, at the center of the window seat. He raised his hand in a salute to Samhain, knowing he would once see the God as the prince himself would fall.
Turning his back to the window, leaving the candle to flicker its light out into the street, he went to his bedroom and undressed. Smiling he slipped under the covers and watched the waining moon until sleep claimed him.
He woke up the next morning to children screaming in the streets outside, and groaning he rolled out of bed. Looking at the grey skies outside Nuada guessed it was about ten in the morning and grinned at his initial displeasure. It wasn't too early after all. Dressing in his usual non-descript clothes of black and grey, he walked out into the dull morning, only to be almost run down by a horde of children. Pressing up against a wall, he growled at the human spawn, then stalked off to the village pub, The Hog's Head. After ordering some breakfast he slumped down at the back of the pub. A few people passed, obviously magical, and some wore a coats of arms that he identified as the school insignia.
At this point curiousity got the better of Prince Nuada and he waved over one of the, a stern lady in green robes and hints of grey in her hair.
"Madame, are you by chance from the nearby school?"
"I am. My name is Minerva McGonagall. Pleased to meet you, prince Nuada."
"You know me?"
"Of course. Your name is mentioned in some of our most dignified encyclopedia."
"How convenient. Please, have a seat." Humans didn't normally interest him, but he might get a chance at visiting the school, and that really interested him.
Hogwarts
Lucius wasn't happy that he had to wait two more years to visit the village. His family didn't ago to country side low level housings if they didn't have to. They had their manor and some houses abroad, and his father thought that was enough. He was sitting on a bench neir the marble staircase, book on Potions open in his lap, though he wasn't paying much attention to it at all. No, Potions was completely forgotten in favor of the tall, blond man walking next to professor McGonagall through the open front doors. This must be the elf Bellatrix had mentioned.
So, her forked tongue did know how to tell truths as well as lies. Amazing.
Selwyn slumped down next to him, and stared openly at the door.
"She was right?" The darker boy whispered through unmoving lips.
"Appears so. I wonder what he's doing here.
Just then the elf seemed to notice the boys looking at him and he fixed them with his amber eyes, before smiling and turning back to his conversation with McGonagall. The bell rung for dinner and all the students moved into the great hall. Lucius couldn't remove his gaze from the figure taking a seat at the teacher's table, and he felt a sudden twinge in his chest. He had to know more about this person. He just had to.
EDIT: I corrected a few errors in this, as I realized Malfoy is about 6 years older than Snape and the Marauders. Also added another hint of a character to it.
