I've decided to change the title of this fic, since "Draco's Tale" isn't exactly original.

So, from now on this fic shall be called "Tell Me Who You Are", which came from the French proverb 'dis-moi qui tu hantes, je te dirai qui tu es' (which literally meant 'tell me whom you spent time with and I will tell you who you are'; it's more fitting, no?)


Chapter 1

Draco paced around his room, restless. Where was Mother? When was she coming? Didn't she promise to take him to Diagon Alley?

He looked out of the window, biting his lip. He wanted to go and find her himself, but it won't do (he was a Malfoy!). He was about to reach for a book to pass the time with when he heard a crack!

"Hello, Gully. What is it?"

The house-elf bowed and gave him an odd look — then again, so had Trixy and Lissy and all the others. None of them were good conversationalists, what with their insistence of being beneath him and that they shouldn't be treated that cordially. Dobby had been the exception, as well as his first friend and and the only elf to address him by his given name… "Master Malfoy wants to see you in his study, Young Master."

"Alright then…Thank-you, Gully; you may leave now." The creature left with another bow and a crack!

He strolled out of the room, across two painting-filled corridors (the people in them were all napping), up to the door of Father's study. Slowly opening the door, he peered inside; it was empty. Sighing, he entered the room, sat down on the chair in front of the desk, and tried to count up to one billion in his head.

When he had gotten to thirty-six, Father strolled in and sat down so that they were facing each other.

"Your Mother won't be going on this outing with you, Draco; she had received an invitation to afternoon tea at the Greengrass Estate. I'll be accompanying you instead."

The eleven-year-old nodded.

"Now, I have a few things to discuss with you before we leave. This will be the first time you set foot out of the Manor grounds, and as such you may find it difficult to reorient yourself.

"You are a Malfoy — and my heir, no less. Hence you will find your every move heavily scrutinised and judged. Carry yourself with dignity, and bring honour to our family and lineage.

"You may find yourself scorned and being talked about behind your back by certain people: adults and children, Pure-bloods and mud— I mean Muggle-borns, half-bloods and blood-traitors like the Weasleys." This last word was spat out, as if it were something horrid.

"Do not worry yourself about those people, for they are not worthy of your concern; as a Malfoy, you are above all of them, you are their betters…Have you heard of the Dark Lord? The Death Eaters? Harry Potter?"

The boy frowned and wondered at the sudden subject change. He nodded, remembering his past conversations with Dobby; the elf was the only one who talked to him about the above three things, though he had seemed unwilling and rather nervous…

"I see. Listen closely, Draco: I am going to tell you what really happened.

"The Dark Lord was an individual who was powerful in terms of magic and intelligence. He was someone who felt obligated to bring change to the Wizarding world. He toiled strongly for the sake of our heritage and traditions, for the Pureblood lines to wield the power they deserved and the remnants of the populace — non-Purebloods and people who sympathised with — to be stopped from taking over our society. The Death Eaters were His most loyal followers, people who dedicated their entire lives to fight for such a worthy cause. They would've succeeded were it not for one Harry Potter, who had caused his downfall…most likely with help from that meddlesome coot, Dumbledore." A pause. "I had fought for those very principles, myself."

The boy looked incredulous.

"It's true — though you must never tell anyone outside our family about what I've just told you. Everyone believes that Death Eaters should be sent to Azkaban; they've been fed terrible lies by Dumbledore and the Ministry, which is made up of a congregate of useless persons. Is that clear? Very well; you can leave now. Wait for me downstairs, by the front door."