Silver Hourglass

Christmas Stones Chapter 10

Harry Potter, age 37, was sitting in a café in Muggle London as Lucius went to the back to fresh up. Harry convinced Lucius that it would be better to be out of Wizardry eyes as they talk about their next phase of the plan. So far, for Harry, has been away from his Draco for barely a week yet it feels like a lifetime to him. He frowned when his new batch of memories appeared, focusing on one that he understands, yet was troubled by. "So your son slapped me." Harry said when Lucius sat down. The waitress came with their order, tea for Harry and coffee for Lucius.

"Oh?" Lucius said, "I wonder why I don't find that surprising. You two do look like it would be a very physical couple."

"Mr. Malfoy, please remember that Draco and I are eleven this year." Harry said, "Hard to believe though, since it's only been a week."

"Yes. So, what was it about?" Lucius asked.

"What?"

"The slap."

"Oh that," Harry said. He closed his eyes and tried to remember. "You remember how in my first year Professor Quirrell let a troll into Hogwarts?"

Quirrell..." Lucius said, "He was the fanatic whom the Dark Lord attached himself to correct?"

"Yeah, on the back of his head." Harry said, taking a sip of his tea.

"That must have been very embarrassing for the Dark Lord." Lucius chuckled, "continue."

"Right well, the fight happened the same, Ron and I went and saved Hermione from the troll in the girl's bathroom. Then, when I returned back to the Slytherin Common Room the first thing your son did was slap me."

"Huh, interesting. Draco was an emotional child when he was young. I'm sure he just didn't know how to properly express it." Lucius said.

"It didn't hurt that much, just stung a bit." Harry shrugged, "and he kind of made up for it later that night."

"Please don't tell me what you and my son experience on your alone time Mr. Potter. And please keep in mind that in this year both you and your son are currently eleven." Lucius said, causing Harry to blush. He looked out the window and watched the snow fall. "Right now, my sweet Narcissa would be frantic. Rushing around the manor, making sure that every space is perfectly decorated." He said. "Although, I believe for this Christmas, I was too nervous to enjoy it."

"Why?" Harry asked.

"As we change events, my memories change too." Lucius said. "For example, have you seen the recent news?" Lucius pulled out a newspaper and handed it to Harry. It was the article that Skeeter wrote about Harry being in Slytherin. Harry rolled his eyes as he read it.

"I never knew an article written by this woman that is truthful. And look at this, a petition to have me resorted? What an idiotic suggestion." Harry said.

"Although it was an effective one." Lucius said. "This is from two days ago,"Lucius brought out another newspaper, and showed Harry the article. It was Rita raving and praising herself as ten thousand signatures came and asked for Harry's resort into Gryffindor. The idiotic idea has of course been stopped by the Governors of Hogwarts, much to Skeeter's lament. "I forgot that happened." Harry said.

"Yes, well I didn't." Lucius said, "I've sent a rather worrisome and aggressive letter to Draco. Mainly out of cowardly fear for the Dark Lord. I held a belief that he would return any day, and my son being close with the boy who supposedly killed him... well, that would look bad."

"Still your family betrayed him." Harry pointed out.

"Blood is thicker than water Mister Potter. True I was loyal to the Dark Lord, but during the battle my Draco, my own son, was somewhere in that chaos and Narcissa and I wouldn't let our own child die in such a place." Lucius said. "Family is always more important than loyalties. Remember that, Harry Malfoy." Lucius smirked.