Malfoy Manor, Age 4y 10m
“*Sigh*”
That was horrible.
Narcissa just spent three hours watching and often, mediating negotiations between her son and her husband.
Since the party, she knew something had changed between the two. Lucius looked almost wary of their little Drake now.
She didn't really know where he had learned about time manipulating artifacts. Or why he wanted his heir ring so soon (or how he knew about the ring in the first place).
Her son finally got what he wanted. An allowance of (the cost of one broomstick) or 1k galleons bi-monthly, the heir ring, and access to their Gringotts vault to ‘pick over a few things’ whatever that meant.
(An: Kind of guesstimated on the money stuff. Google tells me that a firebolt would be 600-800 galleons, but I rounded up, a lot. Also, apparently a galleon is only 5 dollars... or pounds or euros or whatever fake money it converts into XD. So what's stopping me from making money in the ‘muggle’ world and coming to the magical world as an effective millionaire? The Weasleys only have a galleon or two in their vault, feeding their entire family for ~10 pounds. Sorry for the rant, but I had to sit and think for like half an hour after learning this. I feel like I'd abuse the hekk outta this irl. Like, why even work on the magical side? aah!)
Draco had tried for access to the entire library and free reign of the house and purchasing him a wand, but Lucius was unbending.
She thought the two were going to start brawling, several times, throughout the ordeal, but they both looked content by the end.
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Phew. If it weren't for Narcissa, I'm not so sure things would have gone as smoothly as they did.
I need to figure out whether grandma Black is still around. I'm sure using her name in future negotiations will help me gain an edge.
Dobby will pop me into Diagon Alley and Gringotts from now on, as part of the allowance deal. Luckily, neither of them noticed my real motive behind that little tidbit.
I plan on visiting the ‘muggle’ side. I know they wouldn’t understand, but I'm pretty sure it'll be beneficial in the future.
Also, Lucius denied me buying a wand but let me pick things out of the vault? Are there no ancestral wands stored in the vault somewhere?
Guess I'll find out soon. If not, I just have to keep practicing wandless stuff.
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That was anticlimactic.
Fanfiction had me believe there would be some ceremony or a ritual or a test, maybe a prick of blood… nope! With literally no fanfare, the goblins just handed me a box with the heir ring and I put it on…
At least the vault was cool. We got to ride the rollercoaster- err, the carts. The vault door made some clicky sounds too! Who am I kidding, the only good thing about the visit to the vaults was the roller coaster ride and the books (and the wand but that's a secret) I found.
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Nothing super interesting, no wands, just a few beginner books on a few subjects that I couldn't find in our library. ‘Mental arts’, probably Occlumency/Legilimency, ‘rituals’ and ‘green magic’???? While not exactly useful to my plans, I picked up the last one since I'd never heard of something like it in the cannon. Did this mean there would be major divergences with canon already? Was this part of cannon but it wasn't mentioned or characters never knew about it?
I needed to keep a closer eye on my surroundings from now on. Maybe I should start reading about the history of my new world.
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Malfoy Manor, Dracos 5th birthday party
(I’m skipping the party scene. Imagine a gross stuffy noble party, dresses and all. ugg)
“Happy birthday!!”
“Yea yea, you've said that already.”
“Jeez. you cant even be nice for once? Aren't you excited? Did you already get your heir ring? Is it amazing? I wanna see it! Show us!”
“Tracy, calm.”
It still amazes me how Daphne controls her like that.
“Fine. here”
I flash them my ‘new’ heir ring.
“OOH! It's… it's so. It's actually a lot less impressive, dad made it sound so special.”
“Tracy, it's special because of the enchantments, did you imagine it being some shiny jeweled ring? Could you imagine Draco walking around with something like that?”
“Haha true! All sparkly, strutting around like those new peacocks.”
“While I'm sure that's a lovely image, I think my parents are calling me.”
Thanks for the save mom!
“Indeed, happy birthday, Heir Malfoy.”
“Thanks Daphne.”
Luckily, I managed to get out of there before Tracy's parents told her it was time to leave. Don't want a rerun from last year…
“Did you have fun dear?”
“I guess, it would've been for the best if there weren't so many people here. You know how much I loathe crowds, trying to keep up the cheery act is tedious.”
“You know it was special this year. It's not every year an heir ‘receives their heir ring’. Besides, Daphne helped you out when you looked like you were struggling.”
She gave me that infuriating smirk. Even after adopting my ‘dark lord’ persona around my parents, mom still acts like a mother. Even Lucius treats me more like an associate than a child.
“Stop it, you know we’re far too young for that.”
“Nope! We could always draft a betrothal agreement-”
“No.”
“Fine, be that way. Your father called you to the study now that the party is finished.”
We both walked in silence. Opening the door, Lucius was sitting at his desk.
“Draco.”
“Father.”
He finally spoke up once we were seated.
“It's tradition for an heir to take up some responsibilities once they take up their ring. Normally these would be simple tasks... But we both know you're far beyond a normal 5-year-old. Your mother and I agreed we could trust you a bit more than usual.”
What? Why? Can I just continue studying and practicing? Why are you trying to ruin my plans?
“No.”
“What?”
“No, I'm not about to do more than the bare minimum. You know I have plans. Where do you think these ‘extra responsibilities’ fit into them? Mother, you know I loathe when you try to volunteer me for things without telling me.”
“Dear, you know that's not my intention. This is something you'll need to know if you’re to take up the lordship later. I know you have your plans, but, won't you consider this?”
I'm torn, this would cut into my time. I'd need to know what they wanted me to do, I can always reject them later (curse mother and those pleading eyes).
When I got back out to the party, everyone had left already.
Oh well, I needed sleep anyway.
I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. And after it did, I was struck with unimaginable pain.