Serpent Royalty: The Malfoys & Mikealsons

Chapter 3: Prisoner of Azkaban

On the night before Astrid left for her third year at Hogwarts, the Mikaelsons had a family dinner. Klaus even undaggered Finn at Freya's request - the eldest brother had suffered with his mental health ever since they were cursed; so when required, Niklaus stabbed him with a magical silver dagger to put him to sleep. Downstairs, in the dungeon of their new London stately home, their parents also lay in coffins. Esther, who had decided to save herself from Voldemort's spell at the expense of her husband in children lay there in a sleeping spell after Klaus almost killed her when he found out he wasn't Mikael's son. And, their father was in a coffin for his own indiscretions towards his children, particularly his bastard son. Freya was the only one of her siblings who really loved their father as she remembered how kind he had been when she was a little girl - before he had changed.

It had been quite a quiet and happy Mikaelson family dinner, nobody's temper had flared or tried to kill each other.

Yet.

While some of the family indulged in dessert, Elijah read the Daily Prophet.

"There's a killer on the loose." He reported.
"So, we're hardly in mortal danger." Kol commented. "But, if you're that concerned brother, we can hop on a private jet to New Orleans." He joked. Ripping the paper out of Elijah's hands, Kol continued "You can catch up on the last 13 years of wizarding news on the way. I assure you, you haven't missed much." Over the summer, the Mikaelsons worked their way back into their old positions within the wizarding world and took up residence in England again, of course, Lucius kept his word and happily aided them. It took a lot of convincing from Finn, Elijah and Freya for Klaus to even remotely trust the accused death eater.
"Circumstances have changed. We will leave here soon enough."
"We have our niece to consider, Kol." Rebekah reminded him.
"Kol might have a point." Freya spoke up reading the paper for herself. "Sirius Black was a loyal follower of Voldemort. If he's on the loose, maybe it would be best to put an ocean between us and him as soon as possible."
"Wait, what does that mean for me?" Astrid looked up at the bickering adults.
"It means... with all of Voldemort's attempts to try to come back to life... you might have been safer staying at the Salvatore Boarding School in America." Freya answered slowly.
"You're the one who said you wanted me to have a normal life and go to school with friends my own age. And how it's a right of passage to be a Mikaelson in Slytherin house! Besides, Voldemort hasn't even bothered with us. All he cares about is Harry Potter!"
"Forgetting about the incident in the woods during first year, Ása?" Her mother challenged having certainly not forgot it herself.
"Yeah, well, nothing happened." Astrid grumbled under her breath.
"Eh, excuse me, young lady, that's very unbecoming."
"Oh, Freya, give your daughter some peace. I actually agree with Astrid. I think that until such a time comes when Voldemort is no longer occupied with this Potter boy, then we are safe." Klaus spoke up.
"Any delay is a risk." Freya insisted.
"I mean, even by my standards, uprooting your daughter the day before she starts school, is a bit extreme, Freya." Niklaus said bitingly.
"You know what, Niklaus? Talk to me again when you have your own child!" She snapped banging the table.

"Guys. Guys!" Kol called as the arguing got louder and they became oblivious to what was going on around them.
"Children, please!" Elijah bellowed over them. He might have been one of the middle children but he behaved wise beyond his years and his siblings.

Once Freya had calmed down, she realised the lights were still flickering, knowing it wasn't her magic that was causing it she turned to her daughter with wide and apologetic eyes. "I'm so sorry. It's okay, baby." Freya took Astrid's hands and kissed her the backs of them. "It's okay. I know." Freya assured her. Ever since Astrid had hit her 13th birthday in July, her magic had become much more reactive - a side effect of being a first-born Mikaelson witch.
"Please don't make me leave Hogwarts. I don't want to go back to Salvatore." Astrid cried. "I'm not scared. I'm a Mikaelson witch." She insisted.
"That's the spirit, love." Klaus cheered.
"Klaus." Freya reprimanded. "Astrid, I am your mother and you will do as I say."
"No!" Astrid shouted ripping her hands out of her mother's and standing up, her chair scraping on the wooden floor as she did so. The lights flickered again and the glass in Rebekah's hand shattered to pieces. They all gasped. "Don't worry. Guess I don't know my own strength." Rebekah played it off trying to help her niece but even Kol shook his head at his baby sister.
"Here come the teenage temper tantrums." Klaus sang. The lights flickered again and gusts of wind filled the closed in room. "Not helping, Niklaus." Freya warned. "Astrid." She tried.
"No. Just... I want to be alone." She said running out of the room.