2. They Meet
"When will my son be arriving Malfoy?"
"School term ends in two weeks, My Lord."
They were sitting in the library of the Riddle Manner, the other death Eaters having been sent away. They were discussing potential plans to rid themselves of Potter after having just suffered a defeat. Voldemort's question had popped out of nowhere.
"Has he done well in school?"
"He's done remarkably well, My Lord. All signs point to him being made prefect next year."
Voldemort nodded and promptly dismissed Malfoy. He had often wondered - although never worried – about his son after his brief demise. He had never expected to be beaten, that night he had gone after the Potters. Plans had been made for his son, ensured that Henry had been taken care of, should there come a time when he had to be away for an extended period of time. He had not expected to be away for 14 years, using animals and other people as host while trying to regain a body of his own.
In the even of his uncertain departures, Malfoy would take in Henry and Isabelle. Malfoy was to be the boys' godfather, but tragedy had been brought upon him and Isabelle had run away before the request was fulfilled.
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Henry was in the flying-horse drawn carriage alone, on his way back to England. He was thinking of the events that had happened in the past week. Everyone had heard. Voldemort was back. The potential Beauxbaton Triwizard Tournament champions and Madame Maxine had come back to the school to tell them all the dreadful news. While the wizarding world was in fear and chaos, Henry himself did not quite know what to think.
As Henry stepped out of the carriage in the designated clearing, he located Lucius and Draco Malfoy. Both were standing a fair distance away from the other greeting families and he made his way toward them.
The Malfoys had taken care of him when his mother had died. He had not known she had died, one morning he had just woken up in a different bed – a different house. Although, sometimes he thought he could remember a swish of blond hair. All he had been told was that was that their had been a raid in his home that night – "muggles," Lucius had said – and they shot his mother when she had stood up against them. Lucius had told him that Wizarding officials had found him unconscious but alive. He hadn't talked to anyone fro months after, afraid to talk about his fears of the muggles coming back and finishing him off. Henry hated muggles.
As Henry neared Lucius and Draco, they smiled at him. Lucius stepped forward and shook his hand.
"How was school this year, Henry?"
"It was very good, sir. There was quite a bit of excitement toward the end."
"Was there?" Lucius gave a smirk and then looked at Henry very seriously, "He wants to see you."
Henry Lucius in the eye and nodded his head. Draco patted his back as they made their way out of the clearing to use the Portkey.
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All three men walked toward the front door of the Riddle Manor. Upon entering the door of the estate, a house-elf appeared and proceeded to guide Henry upstairs, presumably toward his father's office. He looked back at the Malfoy's, who were heading toward the kitchen. He caught eyes with Draco, who threw his hands up in the air and gave him a look that seemed to say "Good Luck!" Henry gave a grim grin.
When Henry was 11 years old, Lucius had finally revealed to him who father was. He had told him that while Voldemort did things that many assumed to be evil or corrupt, he was only fighting for what he believed in. Growing up with the Malfoy family, Henry was raised to stand up for what he believed, to fight when he believed that he was right. He was not sure where he stood on his father's policies. Henry had been told that his father wanted to rid the wizarding world of muggles, had believed that the muggles were a danger to wizarding society. Henry knew the muggle population far outweighed the wizard population. Henry could agree with that but he did not like that his father had used such violent tactics, but for some reason, Henry could not quite bring himself to care. His father was back and that was all that mattered.
Lucius had always told Henry, that his father would be back, but he could not bring himself to believe that, did not want to succumb to wishful thinking. Henry walked through the door to his fathers' office.
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