The Marauders: The begining of time

02. Dinner At The Manor

** Just a short little disclaimer that we don't own any of the rights to any of the characters, they all belong to JK Rowling**

James Potter POV

I heave out a sigh as my parents both hold out a waiting hand to me. Wanting me to join them for the evening dinner event that our neighbours are throwing tonight.

"I'm not going." I hold up my chin and stand my ground. Ignoring their hands that differ slightly.

"Darling, please don't be difficult. We're already late as it is." My Mother soft tone claims as she thrusts her hand at me again.

"And you are becoming later with each second you try to make me go with you." I say back and watch my Mothers beautiful face crinkle with disappointment.

"James." My Fathers bitter warning tone makes my own scowl mimic his.

I look up at the large grandfather clock by our grand fireplace and nod my head at it. "Would you look at the time."

Neither of them do, instead they grab ahold of my hands and the sensation of being swept off my feet vibrates through my whole body.

Then instantly my feet hit the ground of our destination, my body is infested with attacking shivers from the nights, bitter sweet, cold air. "Merlins B-Beard!"

"I told you to grab a cape, now, didn't I." My Mother says with a small elegant laugh as she watches me shiver the warmth out of my body.

I shudder furiously and watch her generously pull back her cape, I don't dare think twice and leap to her side.

Letting her warmth help the shivers go away. My Mother moves us towards my Father, who's scowl deepens as he watches me clutch to her side, and takes a hold of his fisted hand.

"Now, now, Monty Dear. We must not scowl, for tonight is of great importance." My Mother chimes and places an elegant kiss upon my Fathers bearded cheek.

I let out a cloud of warm air into the dark nights sky. "W-Why is that?"

"Lucius got Outstandings in his N.E.W.T's at Hogwarts, a celebration must be given." Mother says and walks us towards the large dark metal gates that cages the Malfoy Mansion from the outside world.

N.E.W.T's must be easy in that case, I think to myself as my Father places a hand on the gates and deeply whispers.

"Sanguinis Pura."

The gates leap to life, swinging themselves open for us to enter and collectively strut down the gravel road to the mansions wealthy double doors.

As we near them they open widely, revealing the dark materials and artefacts of the Malfoy's family history with their displayed previous 'loyal' house elves heads.

Most pure bloods families find it a great piece of art for their homes, while my family and I have stomach-churning feelings towards it.

A grumbling clothed house elf lays out its thin grey arms, it face blank and miserable, as my parents both unclasp their capes and allow the elf to take them away.

"Fleamont, Euphemia, James!" A deep voice booms with pride as my family and I glance up at the large black marble staircase to see our host, Abraxas Malfoy, decent it.

His tall frail frame was draped in a dusky attire, a large dark fur cape hanging from his shoulders, as he uses a dark wooden cane to stabilise himself. His white blonde hair, that runs in the family, was smoothly tied back into a ebony traditional ribbon, while his pale face of nearing death held a cruel smirk.