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"Thirteen years! Thirteen years it's been, since you left mother and I to rot… and NOW you ask how she's doing?" roared Rius.

Draco looked to the floor, inhaling deeply. "I didn't leave you to rot, Rius. Now you're here we might as well tal-"

"Talk? Might as well talk? Look I don't think you get it, Draco. I don't want anything to do with you. You've been here for thirteen years, living happy families with your model wife and perfect son… knowing, knowing you had a woman out there who was raising your child and you didn't give a damn. Now, ha, now you expect me to care? Jog on, Draco." Spat Rius.

Draco glared at his estranged son, "you shall address me as Father. Whether you like it or not, that is what I am. I understand it's going to be hard, but I'm trying. I'm trying to be there for you, and you're pushing me away. You're mother isn't here anymore, however I am. So let me." Draco explained softly.

"I don't need you. I don't need any of you. I'm fine by myself. And don't you DARE talk about my mother you pathetic excuse of a father. You complete waste of space!"

Draco grabbed Rius by the arm, tightening his grip as his son struggled in his grasp. He pulled him closer and whispered "stop throwing tantrums like a little child, Rius. You're going to be staying with me now, as you're legally under my care. Now follow me, it's time I introduced you to your family," hissed Draco.

Rius stayed quiet, fuming he glared at Draco.

Rius had the same personality as his father, the same arrogance and anger. He was also the complete copy of him in looks. He shared the same deep grey orbs that his father inherited from his Grandfather, Lucius Malfoy. Rius had never met his any of his father's family before. It had always been his mother and him for as long as he could remember.

Draco let his son into Malfoy Manor, as he finally let go of his arm. Rius looked at the place his father had touched him with disgust. "I'll show you your room so you can get settled in before you meet your family," said Draco, not looking at his son. Rius grunted. Rius looked around amazed at the eloquence of the Manor. He grew up in a little cottage, with only three rooms. Suddenly he felt anger rush through his veins. How could his father leave him and his mother for 13 years to struggle on their own, while he lived in luxury? Rius promised to never forgive his father, even if he was living in his house. It's not like he chose to live there, he was forced to. As his mother had died and he was under the age of 18 (he was 16), it was the law that his father should take him under his wing, until he turned of age to leave.

Draco pointed to a room, "this is your room. Oh, and get changed into something nice, I'll be back in 10 minutes," Rius snapped out of his thoughts as his father instructed him. He walked into the room, and then looked down at the clothes he was wearing. He didn't see anything wrong with his clothes, and thought they looked 'nice'. He wore grey jeans, a grey t-shirt and a brown leather jacket on top with black boots that came up to his ankles. Dropping the bag he was carrying from his shoulder onto his bed, he considered whether he should change as he thought he looked fine, standing in front of the mirror. Rius walked over to the window, which took up half the wall, and watch the snow fall.

He stood there for at least 4 minutes before turning to look at his new room. It was much bigger compared to his old room. There was a double bed leaning pressed against the wall to his right, opposite his bed there was a wardrobe fitted into the wall, and near the window, which was to the left of the bed, was a full sized mirror.

Rius walked towards his bed and sat on it, his back to the door, and closed his eyes. Silence. There was complete silence since his mother died a week ago. A picture of his beloved mother flowed into his head. His mother was beautiful, she had cool blue eyes that soothed his worries when he was a child, and elegant brown hair which was so different to his white-blonde hair. She always wore a smile, always with an open ear whenever Rius needed one. A single tear slid down Rius' face and he let it. In-front of people Rius was hard and didn't show emotion, even when he was told the news of his mother dying. However, when he was alone, that was when he would let his emotions run wild. Rius quickly lifted a hand to his face to remove the tear when he heard the door open.

"Why haven't you changed?" Came the cold voice of his father. Rius waited a second to grab hold of himself before replying. "I don't see why I should have too," he simply retorted, still not facing his father who was standing at the door frame. Draco exhaled deeply, "Look, everyone's ready now so you'll have to come like this," after a few more seconds, Rius finally got up and turned towards his father. Draco led the way downstairs not saying anything else.

They finally reached the grand living room everyone was waiting in. As Rius entered the room he realised the main colour everyone was wearing was black, with a few exceptions. Draco, who was wearing black trousers with a white top and a black over-coat on top, started to introduce his family.

"This is your Grandfather, Lucius Malfoy," began his father. So this is the famous Lucius Malfoy thought Rius. When he was younger he really wanted to meet his Grandfather, as he was talked about a lot; and spoken about very highly among other wizards. Now, however, Rius really couldn't care less about meeting the infamous Lucius Malfoy. He shook his hand nonetheless. Lucius wore clothes similar to Draco, except he carried a Cane and the over-coat was slightly longer. Lucius had long white-blonde hair and pale skin, just like him and his father.

Next he was introduced to his Grandmother, Narcissa Malfoy. Rius was quite taken a-back when Narcissa embraced him into a warm hug. Rius didn't hug back. He stood there awkwardly with his hands at his sides. It's too late to get friendly now - thought Rius. His Grandmother wore a light green dress which covered her whole body and a long deep red coat on top. She also had black leather gloves on. Narcissa had a warm smile, and brown hair, like his mother, but she wasn't – she was gone.

Finally he was introduced to a teenage boy, about the same age as himself. There was something about the boy, he just couldn't place what it was. Though it all became clear once his father had introduced him…

So that's chapter one, folks! Let me know what you thought of it and how I can improve. Like I said, this is my first fan fiction story, so feedback will be greatly appreciated :) I will post every Mondays.