Professor Xavier, the Headmaster and founder of Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters was more exited than he had been in a long time. Eric - Magneto – was finally giving him a well-deserved rest, but the reason for his elevated moods was the arrival of a new student all the way from Britain. The boy's father had been very secretive in as of why the boy was attending his school, because he was not a mutant, but had some sort of 'powers' and was in dire need of shelter from a war going on in the British Isles.
Xavier knew perfectly well that there was no war in Britain, but if a father needed a reason to delude himself of the fact that his scion was a mutant, who was he to say anything? His responsibility was to the boy, not the father.
Humming softly to himself he wondered how he was to deal with the young aristocratic Brit.
"Father, I understand your concern, but I really don't want to go to school in America. Really? Is it necessary? I know Hogwarts has been closed this year and Mother has just been executed, but I don't want to…"
"It is not up for discussion Draco." Lucius growled as he watched the House Elves pop away with his sons trunks. "You are to attend Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters and that is final. I know you don't want to leave the Manor, but the Dark Lord is becoming a personal threat and I do not want you in the line of an AK."
"But it is a muggle school and - " Draco whined.
"No it is not."
"- and it's febuary!-"
Lucius sighed and beckoned for Draco to sit down. "This is something very few people know about, and you must not repeat it ever. Understand?"
"Yes Father." Draco replied and nodded.
"There are two breeds of muggles." Lucius started and sighed when Draco coked a disbelieving brow. "One is the average muggle with no powers what so ever, and the other is something we call mutants. They are born with one gift that is special for each one. They are not magical, like us, but they can do one piece of magic. For example extraordinary self healing, or control weather, levitate things, apparate…They come to this school to learn to control their powers or simple seek shelter from prosecution."
"But I can do all of that father, why am I going there?" He asked confusedly.
"Because the Dark Lord does not know of it. When he find that you are missing, he will search the world for you, both muggle and magical, but as you are in nether, he will not find you. Now we must leave." Lucius said and gathered his son in his arms knowing full and well that he would probably never see him again. Holding on tightly he apparated them away.
Draco stared at the stone manor in front of him. It looked like one of their guest houses at home. Detangling himself from his Fathers robes and smoothing his long hair he let his father take the lead.
Draco was a beautiful boy and it was because of that the Dark Lord wanted him. Well, that and a few other things. Thousands of years of careful cross breeding with magical creatures had strengthened the Malfoys magic to epic proportions. They had not needed wands since the Founders time, and the Dark Lord knew this. In his books Draco was the following; money, power, a beautiful warm body in his bed, loyal spouse and the vessel to carry forth his heir. Naturally, nor Draco or Lucius wanted this to ever happen.
Draco was not small and stood a good 5'11, but with his delicate features and softly elegant way of moving it was natural that people who didn't know his often thought him to be more delicate than he were. With his lithe build, soft milky white skin, pale pink lips, dark lashes and long ice blond hair reaching his mid back did make him look like he would fall if the wind picked up. That did not mean that he was fragile; he had the broad shoulders and narrow hips appropriate for his looks, but there was something. Just something special that no one could put their finger on. Lucius had that 'something' about him as well, but he had grown out of it, mostly. As had Abraxas, his father before him, and Kieran, his father before him.
Lucius opened the door wandlessly and had to suppress a smirk when the youngsters jumped and took tentative steps backwards away from the imposing man.
The door opened directly into a hall with solid mahogany stairs and walls with dark green carpeting covering the floors. At leas it was not red Draco thought.
They were met by a bald man in a wheel chair with a pleasant smile on his face, closely followed by two others; a woman with bright red hair, and another with whiter hair that both Lucius and Draco, but they could tell even from this distance that it was as fake as the diamond drop necklace she wore. Xaviers eyes, along with the red head's narrowed their eyes and both Draco and Lucius felt a gentle tug on their mental barriers.
Lucius sneered menacingly at the old man and stepped closer snapping his snake head cane in the floor making everyone jump. "I do not appreciate that you attempt to overstep boundaries set between us. Please stop trying to intrude in our minds at once! You will not penetrate our shields."
"Very well, Mr. Malfoy." Xarvier said, but the tugging did not stop. Lucius lost his patience and violently blocked his mind completely. Both Xavier and Jean – the red head – winched at the force of which they were thrown back.
"If it was not for my sons dire need of shelter…" Lucius was an aristocrat to his bones and knew how to leave a threat hanging, leaving it to the receiver to figure out the rest.
"Lord Malfoy, I apologise. Please follow me to my study."
Draco rolled his eyes and wondered why anyone even bothered to contradict his father. Mid-roll his grey eyes met briefly with ice blue orbs, staring intently at him. He was beautiful, in a rugged kind of way, with yesterdays on his chin, shiny dark blonde hair, so dark it almost looked black, white t-shirt, jeans, leather jacket and biker boots. Draco blushed faintly under the mans intense gaze, but didn't get the chance to greet as his father ushered him to follow Xavier to his study.
Draco had spaced out completely while his father told Xavier of their situation. He watched the bald mans jaw sag closer and closer to the table as Lucius proceeded with his tale of the Wizarding world, but finally, it was coming to an end.
"And it is important that my son is not put in any sort of danger. He is a political anchor point, as I myself will probably not live through the war – "
"Don't say that Father. Mother just got executed, I don't want to think of being an orphan just 'yet'"
"Not to worry Dragon." Lucius said with a crooked, but sad smile. Suddenly he gasped and clutched his left arm tightly. "I need to go now. Be a good boy Draco and don't make 'too much' trouble. I'd wonder were your mischievousness came from, if it wasn't for your…"
"I know Father." Lucius smiled sadly and kissed his son on his forehead.