Chapter One – Disastrous Secrets

A man with straight blonde hair sat rigidly in a plush green chair, surveying the room he was in with hawk like eyes. If one were to look at him then they would describe him as cold and distant. His face was blank, masking all feelings and thoughts behind silver eyes that held malice and power.

The room he was currently occupying was lavishly furnished. Antique arts hung from walls that had seen many past owner's come and go. Bookshelves sagged from the large quantity of books they held, all containing information about the dark arts.

A tapestry hung from a wall behind a desk where the man presided. This was a prized possession that had been passed down throughout the family since the beginning of time. The family tree proudly boasted the fact that all the names it held were pureblood, something that most families weren't.

There was only one name missing from the bottom of the timeline. The name Draco Malfoy didn't follow those of his parents Narcissa and Lucius because of a family secret, one that could destroy their name.

It all started when it became apparent that Narcissa was enable to bear an heir. When she started to refuse sex, Lucius, being forced to maintain the marriage, had engaged in scandalous activities with an attractive veela named Melany.

Lucius had believed his affair would never be discovered, but that thought was shattered when Melany had apperated into his house proclaiming to be pregnant. Even though seventeen years had passed, Lucius could still vividly remember the conversation that ensued.

"Melany, what are you doing here?" Lucius asked, eyes darting around to look for unwanted listeners. "I told you to never come here." He whispered angrily.

"I had to." After pausing she continued on to say, "There is something you need to know."

"Follow me to my study."

As the two stridded down long hallways Melany played with a ring that rested on her left hand's index finger. She couldn't help but feel nauseous because of her actions.

They soon arrived in the exact same room as Lucius was now in. Melany delicately sat down in a straight-backed chair while Lucius slowly lowered himself into a chair behind his desk. Silence engulfed the two as they stared at each other, both hoping the other would pick up the conversation. Getting aggravated Lucius cleared his throat. When Melany remained mute Lucius decided to speak.

"What was so important that you felt the need to barge into my house when my wife is here?" He calmly asked, yet underlying hints of anger showed otherwise.

"I'm sorry to disturb your perfect life," she said sneering, "but this involves both of us. I don't know how to say this so I'm going to tell it to you straight."

After seeing Lucius nod in understanding she went on.

"It seems we have a child."

Lucius froze at her words and looked at her with disbelief etched on his normally blank face. As shock invaded his body he stared off into space.

"A child," he spluttered. "Me?"

"Yes." Melany replied briskly.

"No, it cannot be. You're lying." He wheezed.

"I wish I was." She whispered, "Do you know what this will do to me and Tobias? My marriage will fall apart!"

"There must be a way to fix this."

With a mad glint in his eyes he said, "I know. I shall kill it before anyone knows."

It looked as if Lucius had gone off the deep end. He began to laugh hysterically, frightening the veela across form him.

Waiting for him to finish Melany pondered other ideas on how to fix their 'tiny' problem. She was feeling as hopeless as a person in the middle of the ocean until it hit her. The perfect spell.

"Fetus Transportus."

Lucius, not quite sure he had heard correctly said, "What did you say?"

"Fetus Transportus."

"Are you suggesting I place your baby in my wife?" He asked flabbergasted.

"Of course. It's the perfect plan! No one will ever have to know about us."

"Good God you've gone mad."

"No I haven't!" She huffed.

"That could kill the baby. I wont let you hurt my son!"

"Relax, all will be fine."

And it had been. Baby Draco had successfully been implanted in Narcissa and Melany looked and acted as if nothing had ever happened. Her and her husband of now 23 years, Tobias, were still happily married. After performing fetus transportus Melany and Lucius's paths had separated.

Melany's life was as normal as could be; yet Lucius had lived with the constant fear of his son's heritage. As Draco's eighteenth birthday came closer Lucius hoped with all his heart that Draco wouldn't transform into a veela like his mother.

But since Lucius was forced to wait one more month, all he could do was hope.