A Snake's Crutch Book 1

Part 20: Malfoy Manor

When Narcissa summoned their house elf, the little creature appeared, looking terrified. 

"Take us home. Dinner had better be ready." Lucius said in a cruel tone y/n had not yet heard him use until then. 

Dobby only nodded with a small whimper, as if moving hurt him in some way. 

"Dobby isn't as skilled as other elves, so we'll have to go in groups," Narcissa said, and though y/n thought it sounded cruel, she was willing to bet Narcissa was probably the nicer of the three Malfoys when it came to Dobby. 

"Richard and I will go first. The children can decide who goes with us and who goes with you two," Lucius said, looking at the two wives instead of acknowledging the children. 

"I can go last if you would all like to go ahead." Y/N waved her friends on, but they all hesitated. 

"I'll stay back too," Draco spoke up, earning an slight, amused grin from his father. 

"Okay. See you when you get there!" Pansy turned to her father and grabbed the crook of his arm, the top of her head only barely reaching his mid-forearm.

As the first group disappeared, y/n grew nervous, remembering the sensation of traveling with Lorddie. It was like being squeezed through a tiny tube and just the thought made y/n feel claustrophobic.

It was only a few a few seconds before Dobby returned and made y/n jump, causing Draco to snicker. That earned him a smack on the arm from both sides,  y/n and Narcissa both punishing him. 

When they popped into existence in front of Malfoy Manor, y/n yet again didn't let herself vomit, swallowing down the bile right before it made it to her mouth. 

They had landed on a gravel drive next to a very large hedge that curved ahead of them, seeming to guide the path forward. As the eight of them made there way up the path, y/n heard squawking noises and looked up to find a large albino peacock strutting atop the hedge.

As Narcissa took her husband's arm, Lucius led the rest of them down the gravel drive to a pair of giant wrought-iron gates, leading to a beautiful manor house, with beautiful, extensive grounds. 

As Narcissa and Lucius approached the gate, they both waved their hand in a sort of solute before walking straight through them as if they were smoke. Y/N gawked, in awe, watching Mr and Mrs Parkinson follow suit. 

As Pansy and Draco approached the gate, y/n turned to Sarah and grinned excitedly. When she turned back around, a face had appeared in the gate, not inches from hers, causing her to yelp.

"Who are you and what are you doing here," The angry face shouted at them. It was a man's face scowling at them now, with the strict, perfect features of a Malfoy. Even the gate-man's hair looked well gelled.

"Um--"

"Um? That is no answer!"

"Let them in. They are our guests," Narcissa said strictly. 

Suddenly, y/n was looking at the back of the gate-man's head. 

"Are you sure m'lady? They could be dangerous!" 

"They're eleven? What are they going to do?" Draco rolled his eyes. 

"Don't talk to me like that, boy! I don't work for you!"

"But you do work for me!" Lucius scowled at the face, clearly vexed. "I recommend you keep in mind that I can easily have you turned into kitchen pots. Never speak to a Malfoy in that tone! I don't care if you were given the looks of a Malfoy. You are a gate. You will respect any Malfoy you come across, as well as their guests."