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Title: Tides of magic, part nine
Author: herumtreiber
Characters: Harry/Draco, Luna, Hermione, Lucius, Narcissa
Word Count: 1,253
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Day eight nine - Christmas tree in the Manor
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns them, not me. This is for fun, not profit.
Summary: Lucius and Narcissa receive visitors.
Author's Notes: This is a story involving time travel.
For slythindor100 's 25 Days of Harry and Draco.
Sequel of part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight

Winter 2018
Harry glanced at his husband, his white knuckles gripping tightly the edge of his desk. As he listened to Luna's reports, a part of him wondered how Draco would cope with the loss of the Manor. It had been the ancestral property of the Malfoys for centuries, its history going back a thousand years from snippets of conversations between Draco and his father he overheard.
"That's all, Harry," Luna finished. "We are cooperating with the Department of Mysteries and the Unspeakables, trying to preserve towns and wizarding homes free from Muggle surveillance." She glanced sidelong at Hermione, who was busy writing on a parchment. "We'll apply Hermione's new wards as fast as we can; unfortunately the Muggle satellites…"
"Could receive a transmission which uploads the new version of their surveillance software." Harry frowned, recalling the first time that happened. Hermione had amplified the power of the wards, but in a month's time they had been rendered useless by the patched software.
"The wards should be resilient to satellite surveillance for the moment," Hermione said firmly, her jaw tensing as she wrote a few words. She handed Harry the parchment, her index finger pointing at the heading. "These are the items I think the past should be aware of." Then she smoothed her sweater and stood up. "I'll leave you two to decide which information is safe to send."
"Call me if you need to pick my thoughts," Draco said softly.
"Will do, Draco," Hermione said as she made her way to the door.
"There's one more thing." Luna fished out a photograph from her pocket and placed it upon the table. It showed stones and pieces of masonry on a broken ground. "We had some people going over the debris at Malfoy Manor. Sorry, Draco."
"That's ok, Luna." Draco jutted his chin, hiding his grimace of pain. "Did you find anything unusual?"
"Everything was charred but for this." Luna's finger pointed at a bright speck in the photo near the broken stub of a column. "It must have possessed strong magic to withstand the explosion of the missile."
Draco grabbed the photo, furrowing his brow in concentration. "Seems like a destroyed chalice." He passed the photo to Harry as his gaze drifted towards Luna. "You showed it to my father?"
"He said it was an heirloom which your ancestor Decius Malfoy got from a descendant of Slytherin."
"I remember when he told me that." Draco raised his hand, his fingers rubbing his chin as he stared at the wall.
"It must have a strong protective spell." Harry narrowed his eyes at the picture, his thumb brushing the glossy surface, and then he tilted up his chin to gaze at the Head Auror. "Could we use this for the wards?"
"I'm afraid not, Harry." Luna shook her head. "The Department of Mysteries examined it and the blast eliminated most of its magic."
"The Founders designed the original Hogwarts wards. It is said that each one poured a piece of their magic into them and if this belonged to Salazar…" Draco said.
"We could use it to strengthen our wards." Harry nodded.
Draco stood up and took out his wand. "I'm going to send Hermione a message. She might find a way to restore the chalice."
"Wait a second." Harry raised his hand. "She's developing a new ward design; we shouldn't disturb her."
"Every minute counts," Luna said.
"Exactly, and since we are twenty years too late, I think we should share these results with our past selves," Harry said, palm flat against the parchment with held Hermione's list.
Winter 1998
"I miss our son, Lucius," Narcissa whispered, alabaster fingers caressing the windowpane next to the main door of the Manor.

She gazed outside the window at the landscape covered by a thick blanket of snow, the white monotony broken by the tall Christmas tree.


Through the years, she had loved watching Draco's intent face as he brandished his wand and cast the spells which floated the Christmas decorations until they nestled safely among the branches. However, this year it just wouldn't happen.

"I understand, Narcissa." Lucius stepped towards his wife, the light from the chandelier striking sparks off his blond mane. "But Draco is safe at Hogwarts, away from the bad memories of this place and any danger."
"Danger?" Narcissa frowned and stepped away from the window. "What do you mean by that, Lucius?"
Lucius sighed, his fingers tight around the etched snake in the handle of his cane. "I didn't want to alarm you, but I have received disquieting news from our contacts."
"Just tell me what it is," Narcissa said shortly.
"It seems that my former associates are not pleased by Draco's friendship with Potter." Lucius said, flinching at the scowl Narcissa directed his way.
"Are you going to interfere, Lucius?" She crossed her arms, her mouth pursed as she stared at him. "Forbid him his friendship with Harry?"
Lucius raised his arm, spreading his fingers. "Far from it, dear. I have no intention of doing that; Merlin knows I did enough, and after the Battle…."
Narcissa stepped towards him and placed her hand on Lucius arm. "I know, Lucius. Draco has to be free to be himself."
Lucius turned his head at the swooshing sounds from the chimney.
"Father, Mother?" Draco called out, stepping out of the parlor into the entrance hall. He was fastidiously brushing ashes off his shoulders, Harry by his side.
"Welcome home, Draco!" Narcissa beamed at him as she walked towards her son, her gaze sliding to his companion. "And Harry!"
Draco hugged his mother, nodding stiffly at his father while Harry fidgeted.
Narcissa breathed in the scent of Draco's cologne, a smile lighting her face. "So nice you could visit. You are staying the night, aren't you?"
"Actually, Mrs. Malfoy…"
"Call me Narcissa."
"We just came here…" Harry paused, flashing Draco a meaningful look. He didn't want to divulge the secret of the letters from the future.
"We came because we need one of the heirlooms for a project in Advanced Charms," Draco said smoothly. "It's that silver chalice with the engraved serpents on the rim, you know."
"I will take you to it," Lucius walked towards them, nodding to Harry. "I keep it in my study."
As the three wizards and Narcissa walked towards the stairs, Lucius glanced at his son. "I must urge you to guard it very carefully. It was a chore to cloak my thoughts so as not to betray its purpose to the Dark Lord. It's imbued with ancient magic, and tradition holds that Salazar himself had it made."
"What does it do?" Harry said, his fingers gripping the banister as he sauntered up the stairs behind the Malfoy patriarch.
Lucius said nothing more while they climbed the stairs. It was only when they had reached the door of his study that he continued. "It is said Salazar made the chalice years after leaving Hogwarts as he attempted to mend his rift with Godric Gryffindor by doing the impossible."
Draco quirked his brow in confusion. "The impossible?"
Lucius grabbed the doorknob and opened the door, and then he turned to fix a stern gaze on Draco. "Salazar thought the only way he could avoid his fight with Godric was by traveling back in time. That's why he had the chalice made, though I highly doubt tradition is correct in this case."

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