DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. BUT I DO OWN THE PLOT. I HOPE YOU ENJOY!
There was a knock on the door.
"Enter." Mr. Malfoy said. Draco opened the door and entered the room. He saw his mother sitting in one of the chairs in front of his father.
"Hello Mother. Father, you wanted to see me?" Draco said. He sat next to his mother.
"Yes Draco, we, er, we have something very important to tell you." Mr. Malfoy said. He looked very uncomfortable.
"What is it father?" Draco asked. Draco's never seen his father this nervous before.
"We were going to tell you when you were 17. (A/n: his birthday's June 4. Its only August. Back to the story!) But we feel that you're old enough." Mrs. Malfoy said.
"Tell me what?" Draco asked, starting to get annoyed.
"Draco, you're not a true Malfoy." Mr. Malfoy said. Draco sat there for a second.
"What do you mean?" Draco asked.
"You were adopted when you were 5." Mrs. Malfoy said.
"No. That's – that's impossible. Then how come I can remember things I did with guys when I was 4?" Draco said. Let's see them get out of this one. Draco thought.
"We put a spell on you so you would forget. Then we planted fake memories in your head." Mr. Malfoy said. Oh shit
"Would you like to hear the full story?" Mrs. Malfoy asked. Draco nodded.
"Your mother and I were trying so hard to have children. But her doctor said that she couldn't. So we decided to adopt. We went to a muggle orphanage. We asked them if they had a little boy with blonde hair blue eyes, around five. You were their youngest child." Mr. Malfoy said.
"They told us how you ended up there in the first place. They had said your parents had been murdered. They said your mother had seen the murderers coming up the stairs of the front porch. She told you to go hide while her and your father fought them off. When the police got there, the place was a reck. There was glass everywhere. Your parents were sprawled out on the floor in a pool of their own blood. They knew that your parents had a child, so they went looking for you. They found you hiding in a cabinet under the sink. They brought you to a police station to try and see if you had any other relatives, but you hadn't. So they brought you to the orphanage. They said you were traumatized for weeks, said that you wouldn't talk. So we came and we took you in." Mrs. Malfoy said.
"We then put you under the spell. Then we took you to St. Mungo's and put your name down for Hogwarts." Mr. Malfoy finished. Draco was quiet for a second.
"Is my real name even Draco?" He asked.
"No. It's Chris." Draco just sat there. There was silence in the room.
Then, Draco got up, and headed toward the door. When he opened the door, he turned to look back at his parents one last time, before leaving. He walked down the hall and up the stairs. He walked to his room and shut the door. He sat on his bed, thinking. So I've been a lie all these years? Draco thought to himself. He leaned over his bed and opened his draw and pulled out a blue photo album. He shut the draw and sat straight up in bed. He turned some pages and got to a sheet showing pictures of when he was 5. He was at the beach with his parents.
FLASHBACK
"Mommy! Daddy! Watch me!" Draco said. He went under the water and did a handstand. He resurfaced. His parents clapped.
"Good going, son!" Mr. Malfoy said. Draco came running out of the water and up to his mother and gave her a wet hug.
"Draco! You're getting me wet!" Mrs. Malfoy laughed. Mr. Malfoy took out a camera.
"Narcissa, Draco, look at the camera and smile!" There was a flash.
END FLASHBACK
Draco got off his bed and went over to his desk. He took out a piece of parchment, a quill, and a bottle of ink and started writing a letter. When he was finished, he tied the letter to his eagle owl's leg and opened the window to let the owl take flight.
I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS CHAPTER! I ACTUALLY LOST THE ORIGINAL VERSION OF THE FIRST CHAPTER, WHICH I THINK IS A LOT BETTER THEN THIS VERSION. BUT WHAT CAN YOU DO?
