The Difference Between Life and Dreams…

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Written By:
LegolasLover2003 aka Ashley aka LuciusLover2003

Category:
Fanfiction - Books - Harry Potter

Genre:
Angst/Drama

Disclaimer:
I do not own anything related to Harry Potter. It is all J.K. Rowlings. I also do not own Jason Isaacs... just thought I'd throw that in there since this is Lucius centered...

Note:
This story takes place between the events of "The Order of the Pheonix" and "The Half Blood Prince". There will also be flashbacks to other books and to points completely made up by me.

Present Day

"You told me earlier I’d see two memories. What about the other?"
Narcissa smirked, "Well, I had thought you were old enough to work a pensieve without my having to stand over your shoulder."
Draco blushed slightly, but took up his wand and left the dinning room. He headed straight for his father’s study, knowing that this was what he should have done before.
The room was dark and empty as Draco flicked his wand in the direction of a few candles. An eerie shadow cast itself upon the wall, cloaking the Slytherin banner behind Lucius’ desk. A snake statue on the desktop caused Draco to jump, for the shadow had loomed down on him like a viper ready to strike.
He frowned, waving his wand to light even more of the candles.
‘Restrictions for Underage Magic be damned!’ he thought angrily, sitting down in his father’s large leather chair and looking down at the pensieve before him.
Without a second of hesitation, Draco touched his wand tip to the mixture and was instantly falling through its milky surface.

December 7th, 1970

"Cissa, what are you doing?"
Narcissa blushed slightly, glancing over her shoulder at the teenager standing just behind her.
They were in the Slytherin common room. Most of the students were studying, preparing for midterms before the winter break. Narcissa Black however, was busy putting up decorations.
"I just like Christmas. That’s all." She replied to the boy.
He stepped up beside her. Narcissa could just see the glint of fire and candlelight off of his slightly longer than shoulder length blond hair. His grey eyes sparkled with amusement.
"But I thought you were going home for the holiday." Lucius Malfoy replied, admiring the ornaments she had hung from the ceiling using her wand. "You have family to go home too. Regulus and Bellatrix are leaving after all. It should be a grand Christmas party for you back home."
Narcissa frowned, "You’re not staying here, are you Lucius?"
The youth shrugged, "I would rather stay here than at home. Besides, my father has his business to attend to, whatever that is, and could care less that I am around."
"Why not come and spend the holiday with us?" Narcissa asked, turning and looking Malfoy in the eyes. "It’ll be wonderful. I know Regulus would love it… speaking of Regulus, where…"
"BOO!"
Narcissa’s scream echoed through the common room, startling many students who looked at the girl as if she were insane.
"Don’t DO that!" she admonished, playfully slapping Regulus’ arm. "You know I hate it when you sneak up on me!"
"So how about it, Lucius?" Regulus asked, having heard the entire conversation. "Want to spend Christmas with us? The entire family’s getting together, and mother already likes you anyway."
"Is it my charm, or my views?"
Regulus seemed to think on this, "The latter actually." He said with a smirk. "But hey, why complain? She hates almost everyone at this school."
"Who doesn’t?" Narcissa replied, rolling her eyes. "Largest gathering of Mudbloods I’ve ever seen."
Lucius nodded, "And there’s more by the year if you ask me. But alright, why not? I’ll spend Christmas with the Black Family."
Narcissa smiled, throwing her arms around Lucius’ neck and hugging him. Regulus meanwhile, laughed at the slight blush in Malfoy’s cheeks.

Present Day

Draco was astonished. His views into his mother and father’s school days had been far from what he had just seen. Even Draco himself had never seen such joking and friendship in the Slytherin common room.
"They’re as bad as Potter and his idiotic friends!" Draco fumed, angry now at the happy memory he had seen. "None of us ever act like that! Who in their right mind would become THAT close of friends!"
"Your father and I would disagree with that logic." Came Narcissa’s voice from the doorway.
Draco glanced up, "Why do you always come in when I’m finished?"
She smiled, "Because I like to see the look on your face."
With a frown, Draco turned the chair away, not willing to let his mother see how angry that memory had made him. He was almost as enraged as he had been when he learned his father had been lying to him about the Dark Lord.
"Draco, what you have to understand is that…"
"I don’t HAVE to understand anything." He replied angrily. "Father, acting like he’s nearly an orphan while you and Regulus welcome him with open arms. That’s certainly not what I’d have expected of you three at my age."
Narcissa however, kept her smile in place. "We were sixteen. Abraxas Malfoy had his work for Voldemort who, yes, was coming to power during that time. He never really cared what Lucius did, Draco, unlike your father with you. Abraxas thought of your father as simply someone to carry on the Malfoy name and, who would one day take his place at Voldemort’s side, should the need arise. Your father however," she spoke, sweeping into the room to sit on the edge of the desk, "Was content to simply make friends with those he knew thought like he did. My family was, as you know, not fond of Mudbloods either, Draco. With these views, and the work both the Malfoy family and the Black family were doing for the Dark Lord, your father was welcome in our house and as a friend." Her smile turned to a smirk as she stood, preparing to leaving. "Just think on this, Draco… If your father and I had not been such good friends… you might not even be here today."
As she left however, Draco crossed his arms over his chest, glaring angrily at the door. "You still remind me of Potter and that Granger Mudblood and Weasel-bee."

NOTE:
Harry Potter Lexicon has Regulus Black as being born 1961? on their site. I however, think he was older than Sirius (who was born in 1962) by more than simply one year, so due to the question mark I’m putting him older. For the purposes of this, I am having Regulus the same age as Lucius, and having Narcissa at that age as well. I have Bellatrix as being a year older than the others, making her birthday in 1953 (HP Lexicon says it’s in the 1950s).