Harry Potter: A Malfoy?
November 1985
"Lucius, come here." said a blond woman on her deathbed.
"Yes mother, do you need something?" asked the young man by her bedside.
"I have to tell you something before it's to late."
"What is it mother?"
"You have a sister," she replied. "She was a squib so we gave her up. I want you to find her after I die to tell her that I'm sorry."
"I will mother," he said as his mother took her last breathe. His face was emotionless as he left the room. He pick up his young son and said to him, "Your Grandmother is in a better place Draco, but I need you to watch over your mother for a while while I try to find someone okay."
"Yes dada," replied the boy with tears in his eyes. Lucius put his son down kissed his wife and left the building.
February 1986
"Hello is this the residence of a Ms. Dursley?" Lucius asked a man that answered the door.
"Yes it is," the man replied. "She not here at the moment though. She off visiting her brother in Surrey."
"Do you know the address?"
"Number 4 Privet Drive Little Whinging I believe."
"Thank You Mr...?"
"Fubster and your welcome. Have a good day," he said as he closed the door. Lucius walked away to a place to disapparate. He arrived at Privet Drive a moment later and headed to Number 4. He knocked on the door which was answered by a young but familiar boy with jet black hair, green eyes, and a lightning bolt scar. "Yes?" the boy asked shyly.
"I am looking for a Marge Dursley is she here?" Lucius asked politely.
"Yes come in I'll get her." He opened the door to let him in. Then walked into the sitting room and said, Aunt there is someone here to see you.
"Did you get a name boy?" she asked.
"No Aunt, I forgot," he replied and she hit him with her purse.
"Sorry Ma'am it slipped my mind to give the boy my name. I'm Lucius Malfoy," Lucius told her.
"Malfoy? That's the name of my birth family, but you are younger than me so you must be my brother?"
"Yes Marge. I am here to tell you that our mother died and apologizes for giving you up."
"Well thank you for informing me. Why don't you stay for dinner?"
"I will if it's alright with the lady of the house, Mrs. Dursley?"
"Yes It's fine you can have the boys seat and food and please call me Petunia," replied Petunia.
"I don't want to take anybody's food."
"That's fine sir I wasn't hungry anyway," said the boy as his stomach rumbled.
"Go to you room now boy," said Petunia forcefully.
"Yes Aunt Petunia," he said as he walked sadly away. Lucius watched to see where his room was. 'So that's where the boy-who-lived is living, a cupboard under the stairs,' thought Lucius. 'What was Dumbledore Thinking leaving Harry here.' The two women were starring at something that was floating above his head. He saw it start to fall and caught it a little suprised.
"Dudders must have set a prank for the boy and it hadn't been triggered yet," she told both people in the room as though they were oblivious to magic.
'Yes blame your muggle son. Keep thinking I am one of filth. That boy has strong magic and you don't even realize it yet,' Lucius thought as the two women talked. Just Then a man walked is with his son. They looked alike both looking like small whales.
"Dudders come give auntie a kiss," said Marge. The boy ran up and gave her a kiss on the cheek. While this was happening Lucius saw Petunia whispering to her husband.
He just barely heard, "He did it again go beat the boy some more, Vernon." That was the last straw he had to act he pulled out his wand and stunned the whole family. He walked to the cupboard to open it and said, "Harry come out I am going to take you away from here okay."
"But what about my Uncle? I have to get my beating. I did freak things," said Harry. "How did you know my name?"
"That's not important. How often does he beat you?"
"Every other day if I'm good. Twice a day when I do freak things."
"That's not right, Harry. You are not a freak. Come child, I'll take you somewhere safe." Lucius held out his hand for the boy to take.
Harry took it and they left the house never to see it again. With that the wards broke setting off alarms in Scotland.