Clean pale faces, slick bleach blond hair, gray ringed irises, and elegant black dress robes all characterized the features of the Malfoy family, perfectly, until now.
Currently, Draco Malfoy and his bankrupt Parents were packing up what they could of their belongings and leaving their manor behind for the polluted streets outside. How could these unlucky turn of events happen?
Everything turned out to be fine until this particular cool overcast morning when Lucius Malfoy received a letter from Kingsley Shacklebolt, the new Minister of Magic. The letter read:
Dear Mr. Lucius Malfoy,
Due to the fact that you haven’t been paying your house bill every month, we are sorry to inform you that you have lost the right to live in your manor. Ministry Officials will be arriving to your Manor next month to restore it for the next family that wishes to live there. In that time, you and the rest of your family are required to move out and find somewhere else to live or you will be sent to Azkaban.
Sorry of your inconvenience,
Kingsley Shacklebolt,
Minister of Magic.
Distraught from the letter, Lucius Malfoy slammed it down on the side table and sat down on the arm of the sofa. Narcissa Malfoy hurried over to her husband wondering what had troubled him.
“Lucius, whatever is the matter?” She asked him.
After a moment’s pause, Lucius picked up the letter and threw it at his wife without a word from his mouth. He watched her eyes dart back and forth as she read it. When she finished, she clapped a hand to her petrified face and looked back up at her husband, speechless.
“What are we going to do, Lucius?”
“Dunno.”
“I can’t even think of the thought of us being…” She couldn’t even conclude her sentence.
“First things first, we have to tell Draco,” Lucius muttered.
They stomped up the stairs to the third floor and gently knocked on Draco’s door.
“Draco?” His mother asked as she opened up the door. Draco was lounging on his bed with a curious look on his face.
“What is it, Mother, Father?”
“I don’t know how to say this, Draco, but here you go, just read this,” Lucius said as he handed over the letter to his son. Draco’s calm expression quickly changed to an unfriendly scowl. Like his parents, Draco was without words.
“We’ll just leave you alone, but we have to start…” Narcissa started.
“Just go!”Draco said cutting off his Mother while he got up to push his Parents out of his room and slam the door behind them. While descending the stairs, they heard Draco making all kinds of noises. Narcissa started to sob.
“It’ll be all right, dear. He will come around,” Lucius assured his wife.
Now it was midday and the old residents of Malfoy Manor were packing up invaluable things. Draco had sulked in his room for a good hour before he came down to began his packing. It took all day to pack what they wanted and by nightfall, they apparated to the alleyway outside the Leaky Cauldron.
“We will be here for a while until we can find some flat in the city,” Lucius said as they walked in going straight over to the Owner, Tom.
“What can I do for you Mr. Malfoy?” Tom asked.
“We’ll be needing a room for a while.”
“Do you want your usual suite, sir?”
“No thank you, Tom. We just need a room with two beds.”
“All right, sir.”
“Thanks, Tom.”
Later that night found Draco on his bed thinking about what had just occurred and Lucius and Narcissa talking silently about what they should do next.
“I guess we have to start looking for a place to stay tomorrow, dear,” Lucius suggested.
“Yeah, all we can do now is sleep and hope that tomorrow is a better day for us.”
At two A.M. in the morning, Lucius and Narcissa had been sleeping for hours. Draco, on the other hand, kept on tossing and turning in his bed. Not being able to take it much longer, He sat up and got out of bed. Draco gasped as his bare feet met the cool floor, but he ignored the feeling and strolled on over to the bathroom. He cleaned up a bit and put on some normal black wizards robes before heading down to the bar and meeting Tom.
“Can I get some Firewhisky, please?”
“Sure thing.”
Tom went to make Draco’s order and Draco went to sit down quietly at the long central table. Before too long, Tom came back with the smoky drink of Firewhisky.
“Do you mind if I join you?” Tom asked
“It doesn’t matter.”
“So what’s up?”
“My Family just lost our Manor yesterday which means we have to start looking for a flat downtown somewhere. My father wasn’t able to pay the months bill for our Manor because he has no career and the fortune we had is completely gone. So, we had to move out yesterday so Ministry Officials could go and restore it.”
“Oh, I see. If you guys want to, you can stay here for pretty cheap. In fact, you guys can get your old suite back. It’s almost completely paid off.”
“Thanks, Tom. Maybe this stroke of bad luck isn’t so bad after all.”
“Can I get the bill, please?”
“Nah, it’s on the house.”
With that, Tom picked up Draco’s empty glass and headed for the kitchens. Draco felt better about the situation his family was in so he climbed the stairs back up to their room and got comfortable in his bed.
On the next morning, rays of sunshine found their way into the Malfoy suite causing Lucius to stir first, then his wife, Narcissa.
“Are you ready to find a place to live, Lucius?”
“We’ll have to start somewhere.” Lucius replied back as he turned his gaze to his son who had just turned over in his sleep. Draco opened his eyes to see both his Parents watching him.
“Morning, Draco,” His Father greeted him.
“How’d you sleep, dear?” His Mother asked.
“I slept all right. But I have some wonderful news!”
“What is it?” His Mother questioned.
“Well, last night, I had a hard time falling asleep, so I went downstairs to the bar where I met Tom. He asked what was up with me and I told him how you weren’t able to pay the months bill, father and how we lost our Manor. Then he asked me what we were going to do next and I said that we would be looking for a place to stay and he offered us our suite for a while since it was already paid off almost!”
“That’s wonderful news, Draco!” His Mother cried with excitement. “Well, what do you say, Lucius?”
“It depends on how much we owe Tom for our suite.”
“Let’s go down and ask then!”
A couple minutes later, Lucius, Narcissa, and Draco were standing in front of Tom at the front desk.
“What can I do for you this morning, Mr. Malfoy?”
“Draco, here, has told us about what you have recommended us. But we want to know how much we have left to owe.”
“Your last bill is 256 galleons, 16 sickles, and 4 knuts.”
“I can afford that. Besides, it’s probably the cheapest option we have because once I pay you; the suite will be paid off for us. If we were to live somewhere else we would have to pay some fee every month for another thirty years. Here you go, Tom, 256 galleons, 16 sickles, and 4 knuts.”
“Thank you, Mr. Malfoy. Now you have to pay for last night’s stay. That’ll be 4 galleons, 16 sickles, and 11 knuts, Sir.”
“That’s not too bad,” Lucius said as he handed over the coins.
“You are now allowed into your new suite.”
“Thanks, Tom.”
The Malfoy’s packed up all their stuff once again and then proceeded up to the very top floor. They walked into the grand foyer of their suite. The door to the right of the entrance shielded the humongous walk-in-closet that had three separate sections for each Malfoy. Behind the door to the left of the entrance was the lavatory and inside it were three more doors that lead to three toilets each complete with their own sinks. Straight ahead from the entrance was a long hallway that opened up into a spacious great room. Immediately to the right of the hallway was the perfect dream kitchen. It had everything a wizard could wish for. Directly in front of the kitchen was the common room. On the sides of the far back wall were floor-to-ceiling-windows that revealed the view of London, England and in the center of the wall was an overly big grand fire place covered in stone with a fire already blazing within the hearth. Above the mantle hung an antique mirror that reflected the comfy tan couches and the chairs surrounding the fire place and view. To the right of this room was the dining hall with an oak table made for ten while to the left was a bare wall of bookshelves full of a variety of books. To the left of the hallway was another long hallway leading to the four master suites. This place was perfect for the Malfoy family.
“Ok, let’s get settled down first and we can go from there,” Narcissa suggested.
Draco instantly started for his room. He dashed down to the end of the second hallway and opened up the double doors to his room. Like the entrance to the suite itself, the walk-in-closet was to the right and the lavatory to the left though the closet was a great deal smaller and the lavatory was made for only him. Further down the hall, just behind the lavatory, was the office that had its own walk-in-closet and connected to the lavatory. After the office, the hall finally opened into the huge bedroom. Draco dropped his stuff on the king sized bed and rushed to the common room.
“Well now that we have our ‘house,’ I need to stop being so lazy and find a new job, but I have no idea where to go,” Lucius stated to Narcissa just as Draco stepped back into the room.
“Yeah, I was thinking I needed to find a job too,” Draco agreed. “I was thinking about helping Tom out here.”
“That’s a good idea,” Draco’s Mother said. “Maybe you can find something in Diagon Alley, Lucius?”
“I guess. Ok, Draco, we are going to see what there is I can do in Diagon Alley.”
“I’m going to go ask Tom for that job.”
With that, Lucius and Narcissa went to Diagon Alley for the day while Draco went to the bar to find Tom.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Malfoy?” Tom asked.
“Well, I am looking for a job and I couldn’t help noticing that you need help around this place. If it is okay, I was hoping to be hired as your assistant?”
“Sure thing. You can start later tonight waiting tables. Starting pay is ten galleons a week.”
“Okay, I’ll see you later then.”
Malfoy went back up to the suite. Meanwhile, a hooded figure, who kept his face hidden, entered the bar and advanced to Tom.
“I have been told that the Malfoy’s have come to stay here for a while?”
“Yes.”
“I have come from the Ministry to see them.”
“Ok, their suite is on the top floor you can’t miss it, it’s the only one up there.”
“Thanks, Tom.” The person said as he revealed his face to Tom. “Keep quiet that I am here, if you don’t mind.”
“Will do sir,” Tom said while the figure hid his face again and proceeded to the top floor. Once on top, he knocked twice before the doors were opened by Draco.
“What do you want, Potter,” Draco hollered seeing through his disguise.
Harry Potter, removed his hood and said, “May I come in?”
It took a second before Draco opened the door wider allowing Harry in. Draco walked towards the common room and Harry closed the door behind him before following after Draco. When Harry finally reached the great room, Malfoy was seated at one of the bar stools which was perfectly in line with the fire place.
“It seems like you guys are doing just fine here,” Harry said as he glanced around the place.
“What do you want, Potter? I don’t have all day.”
“Well, I have come to see how your family was doing, but it seems to me that you’re doing all right with what you have here. You just can’t live without your luxuries can you?”
“We would be looking for a flat right now if it wasn’t for my Father paying off this place first.”
“Oh, I see.”
“I think it’s best for you to leave now, Potter.”
“I was just trying to help.”
“Yeah, and we don’t need your help or anyone’s help for that, matter.”
“But?”
“I said leave!”
“NO! I didn’t come all this way to leave. I want to help.”
“LEAVE!” Draco screamed while raising his new wand and pointing it at Harry’s chest. Harry did the same thing with his old and supple phoenix feather wand already knowing that Draco wouldn’t dare cast a spell at him.
“AVADA KEDAVRA!” Draco shouted and a flash of green light shot out towards Harry. With a crack, Harry apparated right on the spot and the burst of green light missed him with inches to spare. Instead, the spell continued to move forward for the fire place where it hit the mirror dead on. It rebounded off of the glass causing it to crack and headed straight for the owner that cast the spell. Within seconds, Draco Malfoy was lying on the floor, dead with the same expression frozen on his face from the day Professor Moody turned him into a ferret.
Hours later, his Parents walked in on him lying dead on the ground and they immediately took action. Aurors had come to the conclusion that Draco’s wand had shot the killing curse that was aimed for someone else. It had missed the perpetrator and hit himself instead.
Seven years later:
Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy carried on with their lives. It was difficult having to accept that Draco had killed himself with his own curse, but they had to keep going with or without him. Fortunately, Lucius was able to find a job by starting his own business regulating in selling racing brooms which eventually allowed him to climb back up to the top. In that time, Lucius and Narcissa became wealthier than before and decided to buy a new and bigger home that also had a bigger price tag and was in a brand new wizarding neighborhood just north of London. Furthermore, Narcissa got pregnant, with triplets this time, one boy and two girls, and both Lucius and Narcissa were happy once more. Never again would Lucius and Narcissa become tangled up with any evil for a second time. All was well in the Malfoy family.
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