Lucius looked up from the photograph he was watching. It was a photo of two young men, one with long blond almost white hair and a pale skin as if he had never seen any sunlight. Warm gray eyes and an aristocratic face, smiling to the one who was taking the picture. The man next to him was his complete opposite. Dark, almost black hair that looked like the man had ruffled through it a few times too much, glasses that barely hid two big blue eyes and a tan that one could only have from working in the sun almost every day. They where both holding a small child, perhaps one year old. The boys were twin brothers obviously. They almost looked identical, except for the hair color. The little child that the blond man held, was the black haired child. The other child, in the lap of the darker man, was as blond as the other adult. The kids had the same bluish-grey eyes and the same nose, the same little hands and the same lips. And their skin was as pale as the blond adults was, and their hair sticking up in every direction, much the same as the darker mans hair. The adults were looking at each other with tender, loving eyes and they clearly adored the little children in their arms. They made a happy picture.
Lucius sighed as he remembered the day, the photo was taken. Narcissa had taken it at the birthday of the twins. The day after that, his husband and the black-haired kid went into hiding together with the fake wife of his lover. Two months he had barely seen them, but had known they were safe. Then Voldemort found out where they were and killed his lover and the fake wife, before disappearing.
After that Dumbledore took their black-haired son. Sending the kid of to the relatives of the fake wife, claiming that his little boy needed the Blood wards to protect him against Deatheaters. How hilarious was that? They weren't even relatives from said child. Lucius had tried to get his child back, but Dumbledore wouldn't budge. The old man even went so far that he hid all of the documents that Lucius could use to prove he was the father. He even hid the birth act of Draco and his marriage contract, because it had his lovers name on it. The idiotic man had even changed their sons name. Proclaiming Corvus wasn't a good name. It was a bloody perfect name for a kid. It meant raven, for his black hair, and of course it was a constellation, just like Draco's name was. Bloody Dumbledore. He hated the man. He hated the old coot so much.
The man was responsible for the death of his husband. As he was responsible for so many other things that happened to them and their friends. The death of Narcissa. The imprisonment of his husbands best friend, the unemployment of another friend. The fact that almost everyone in the Wizarding world hated Lucius's very guts. The man was responsible for taking his son away, changing the boys name, and making him hate Lucius. The boy was abused by the fake wife's relatives if he believed the rumors, but even so, he didn't even know he still had a father and a brother. A father and a brother that he hated, thanks to the old coot, but still. Merlin, he missed both his son and his husband so much.
"Papa?" The door opened and Lucius put the picture back in the top drawer of his desk. He had never told Draco who his brother and other father were. Only that he was the son of a gay couple and that he had a twin brother walking around somewhere. He didn't really know why he had never told him. Merlin only knows Draco had asked him enough about it. Lucius just couldn't talk about it, it was too painful, even after 21 years.
Lucius looked up. "Yes son? What do you want to talk about?" he motioned for his son to come in. "Nothing Papa, there is just a visitor with Uncle Sev, and he said you would probably love to see this man." Lucius frowned. He never liked having visitors, and Severus perfectly well knew that, so why would he say this? Maybe... No his youngest son, for Draco was the first-born, would never go anywhere willingly with the Potions Master, especially not to come here.
"Alright, tell Severus I'm coming. I need a few moments for myself." Draco looked at him. "You're thinking about my other dad, aren't you?" Lucius nodded and buried his head in his hands. Merlin, sometimes it hurts so much he couldn't even think straight.
"I'm coming, Dray. Give me a few moments here." Draco stared worriedly at his father. It was every year the same on this very day. The day his other father had died and his brother had been taken away. He left to go see his Uncle (although not in blood) and his guest.
Lucius stood up from his chair and knocked back his glass of Firewhiskey. Merlin only knew how much he needed the drink this evening. He had planned to stare to the picture for the rest of the evening and get wasted. Really, really wasted. Like he had done every previous year on this date. Merlin he hated Halloween.
TBC