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Knock, knock, knock.

"Dobby, get the door." Lucius said rather impatiantly, dipping his quill into the ink bottle. "And if it's Narcissa, tell her that I'm busy."

Dobby opened the door, shaking slightly as he did.

Lucius glared at Dobby. "Now what is the matter now?"

"Hello, Father."

Lucius nearly dropped his quill, but composed himself. "Draco? Is that you?"

"Yes." Draco nodded.

Lucius was tempted to run and hug his son.

Then he frowned, using Legilimens to carefully caress 'Draco's' mind. His son's mind had many shields, and it didn't seem right; settled.

.

Draco felt someone probe his mind before he forced it away.

Lucius gasped softly, almost inaudible to Draco's ears. Almost. He now approached 'Draco' with more caution. "Draco," Lucius grasped his son's shoulders.

Draco let a smile slip through his lips as he nodded slowly. "Yes, Father." He spoke softly, the term feeling foreign on his lips. "It's me."

A smile tugged the corner of Lucius's mouth before his attention turned back to the house lef. "Dobby," he snapped, "Tell Narcissa to meet me in the dining hall."

His eyes glimmered back at 'his son'. "You have much to explain."

Draco looked down at his feet, taking a new interest in his shoelaces. "Yes, Father. I will explain at dinner."

Lucius eyed Draco before hastily walking out the door. The blessed half-blood heard feet thumping on the wooden floor as Lucius ran out of sight.

Leon let a grin overcome his features.

He had passed the first test.

"Draco," His mother spoke. She caressed his cheek with her thumb. "Is that you?"

"Yes, Mother," Draco spoke. "It's me."

He stiffly accepted Narcissa's hug before they sat down for dinner.

"Draco," Lucius asked, "Where have you been all these years?"

Draco's mouth twitched before he began his cover story.

.

"Then the Herondales found me," Draco said, watching 'his parents' eagerness shone on their features. "They took me in and healed me. But some," he hesitated, "Some scars will not fade." He had to thank Hecate for that explaination. Sooner than later, someone would find out about the scars that littered his body from many fights and previous battles.

"They nurtured me until I was well again." Draco gestured slightly in the air. "And Mistress Herondale escorted me back here."

"We missed you, Draco," Narcissa spoke, hand reaching under the table and grasping his hand, as if to make sure that it was real. "Why didn't you come to us immediately?"

"The Herondales were closest," He replied, "The other houses were either filled with mudbloods or blood traitors."

Draco would have missed Narcissa flinch, but as Leon, his keen senses caught her slight movement.

"But the Herondales are from American," Lucius inquired, stareing at his son intently.

"They were visiting their summer home in Great Britain. They thought a pack of werewolves tresspassed their property."

Lucius nodded, and Leon thought he had accepting the excuse before he saw Narcissa and Lucius exchange looks.

"We are going to enroll you into Hogwarts, Draco." His mother announced.

Draco's eyes lit up excidedly. He didn't have to fake the joy of going to a magici- wizard's school to complete his vague mission and return to camp. The sooner, the better. "Hogwarts?"

Narcissa nodded. "Yes. We will have to send an owl to the Headmaster's, since your- our situation, was, well," She stopped quickly, obviously not ready to discuss the topic. "We will be heading to Diagon Ally tomorrow. Perhaps your father can pass by Quality Quidditch Supplies while we are buying our robes."

"Why can't I go with Father?" Draco asked, whining.

That was what Narcissa and Lucius were looking for. An 'average' eleven-year-old's behaviour.

Leon didn't miss the looks Narcissa and Lucius exchanged. "After that, we will go visit the Apothecary and then Ollivanders. After we get your wand, your father will head to the book shop while we go to Madam Menagerie's."

Draco grinned. "Thank you Mum."

Narcissa and Lucius just exchanged another look before they began to excuse themselves from the cold, untouched dinner.

Leon smiled.

When Leon reached his room, he groaned.

He had tested the wards himself, and they weren't sturdy. The wards were slowly fading,and weren't even made to mask a demigod's scent or create a safe border.

The only thing he had brought to the Malfoy's (he refused to call the mannor home) was the clothes on his back, the camp necklace tied securely around his wrist (the only reason Hecate let him bring it was because it would be covered by a sleeve), and the ten sparce drachmas snuck inside his pockets.

No dagger, no sketchbook.

Leon groaned again and flopped onto his king-sized canopy bed, rising up once again at the faint aroma of dust making him sneeze.

This place wasn't home.

And to him, it would never be.

Sorry this is shorter. :) I just wanted to end the chapter here so I can write the next chapter.

this: . is the change of POVs (*POVs will ALWAYS be in third person)

this: _ (the actual linebreak) marks a scene change.

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