Title: The Unknown Malfoy

Rating: M

Warnings: AU, OOC, Evil Dumbledore, violence

Disclaimer: I swear I make no profit from this, and do not own Harry Potter, if i did, i wouldn't have to work anymore.

Chapter 3

Harry woke up again, this time remembering how he had fallen asleep, and he wasn't surprised to see Narcissa sitting in a chair by the fire place, reading a book. Sitting up, Harry took stock of his physical condition, rotating limbs and bending his joints, feeling the muscles protest. Stretching his spine, he could feel his ribs twinge. He didn't have any bruises, or anything on his skin that would suggest that he had been beaten almost to a life threatening point just, what he assumed, was a few days before.

Harry cleared his throat, and watched as the blonde woman's head snapped in his direction, a small smile on her lips.

"How are you feeling this morning?" Her voice was quiet, but smooth, a little musical to Harry.

"I'm fine. A little sore, but otherwise I'm fine." He became confused. "Where am I currently?"

"You are in Malfoy Manor." She was walking towards his bed, leaving the book on the chair she had been sitting in.

"Where's Draco? I only remember you, Mr. Malfoy, and Professor Snape." He suddenly felt a chill slide down his spine as a thought occurred to him. "Does Voldemort know where I am?" His voice was slightly panicked, and he ignored her flinch at the name of the Dark Lord, suddenly panicking, his breathing coming fast. "W-what is going to happen to me? Why am I here? How could-"

Harry was cut off by the door slamming open, causing Harry to jump, as Severus Snape came striding into the room, his black robes flaring behind him.

"Narcissa, I told you to keep the boy calm, not make him have a panic attack!" Snape snapped at her as he approached the bed.

"I didn't cause it," she snapped, "he thinks the dark Lord will hurt him, and he began to panic on his own. How'd you know, anyways?" Her voice was curious, but had a cold edge to it that told Snape that if he didn't answer, he was going to regret it.

"I had a spell on him to monitor his condition, I sent Draco to get Lucius when it was apparent that he was awake. Suffice it to say that, when I sensed the spell warning me of his stress levels, I hurried here faster than I had been." Snape snapped at her.

"B-but Voldemort will come. What will he do to me?" Harry felt like all of his nerves were on end, as he imagined being tortured at the hands of the man he had been taught to hate and fear. "How long have I been asleep, does he know I'm here already?" Harry looked at Snape, desperate to know.

"Take a deep breath, and I will answer that. Breath or I will make you take a calming draught." Snape waited as Harry tried to calm down, not looking forward to the foul tasting potion. "Very well. You were unconscious for a week, prior to your previous awakening. Since then, it has been two days. You needed your rest to recover your health. We must discuss the matter of you schooling from here on out. I expect that you will be-"

"Harry!" Lucius came dashing into the room, followed closely by Draco, who looked awkward as they stepped into the room. As Lucius approached, Draco hung back, staying out of the way.

Lucius stopped before the bed, surveying Harry, and Snape, who was glaring at the other man. Harry was thankful the man had held off hugging him, he wasn't sure if he would have been able to survive another bone crushing embrace.

"How are you, my boy?" His deep, melodious voice helped Harry relax as it had the very first time he had awoken, but not alerted the others to his conscious state. Looking at the man now, Harry had several thoughts going through his mind. He asked the first two that occurred to him, although he was sure there were other, more pressing questions he could have asked, he chose two that he found to be the most important to him at that moment, in his confused state of mind.

"Why did you take me out of there? Why did my body change?" he leveled his gaze at the man before him, daring him to not answer. "I would like to know the truth. I deserve to know why my enemies," he saw Lucius and Narcissa twitch at the word, "have suddenly taken it upon themselves to rescue me from my relatives, and take me to their home." Harry waited calmly.

"I recieved a letter," Lucius said, his voice even and clam, "on the day of your sixteenth birthday. it was in her will that if she had died, I would be given the means to know that you were my son." Harry's green eyes widened.

"I was determined that I would bring you here. At least get you away from the relatives you were supposed to be safe with." Lucius spat the word, looking angry at the memory. "I never expected to find you in such a state when we arrived. I had been led to assume that you were being taken care of decently. When i informed the Dark Lord of our retrieval of you, he became angry. He did not punish Narcissa and myself for retrieving you. i do not yet know what he wants with you." Lucius now became quiet. Harry had paled through the story, and now he was absorbing what he had heard. His head spun, and his thoughts were confused. One thought seemed to make it's way through his muddled brain as he stared at the eldest Malfoy in horror.

'Lucius Malfoy is my father.'

"Can I see the letter?" He asked numbly. Lucius nodded, and pulled an envelope out of a pocket inside of his robes.

"i thought you might like to see this now that you were awake." Lucius said as he passed the letter to Harry.

Pulling the letter out of it's envelope, Harry read the words, the fact that he was undoubtedly Lucius Malfoy's son sinking in.

Lucius,

If you are reading this, then Harry is sixteen and i am dead. I left this letter with your lawyer when Harry turned a year old. We feared that we would be killed by one side or the other. Dumbledore is suspicious. The only way for James and I to make Harry safe is to use a Paternity charm to make him look like James. The spells will wear off when he is sixteen. If I were there, i would be able to help ease the transition, but I am afraid that the spell will wear off quite suddenly, and will be painful.

I know that Dumbledore will disregard our wishes to put harry with Sirius. The old coot, as James is now calling him as I write this. We both took political marriages, and because of that we had our affair. James knows, I'm not sure about Draco and Narcissa. I hope that this will not cause you too many problems, if the war is still continuing.

Harry is officially listed as Harry James Potter, but the name that I would like you to be able to call him, if you should wish to adopt him, is Alexander James Malfoy. I know you don't like James, I think that's why James wanted his name to be the middle name. You can keep the 'Potter' in his name if you wish. That is up to you and him.

I want you to know that I never stopped loving you, and that I will love both you and Harry (or Alexander), even if I turn into some pale ghost that terrorizes first-years at the school.

Much Love,

Lily Potter

Harry read the letter again. Looking up, his eyes met with Draco's silver ones. The other boy had stood up and approached the bed while Harry had been reading. Lucius was looking at them nervously, and Snape had his usual scowl firmly in place. As Harry watched, Draco began to speak.

"Potter, I may not have gotten along with you. But if that letter and my father are to be believed, then you are my brother, and there's really not much I can do once my father has made his choice. That choice is to bring you into the family." Draco extended his hand, scowling at Harry. "I promise to get along with you as much as I can possibly get along with The-Boy-Who-Refused-To-Bloody-Die."

Harry took the offered hand, firmly shaking it, grinning while Draco smirked at him.

Lucius clapped them both on the shoulders, surprising them out of the handshake as they looked at the smiling man.

'My father.' Harry corrected himself mentally.

"Well done, boys! Severus, Harry is allowed to eat, correct? We should celebrate!" Lucius was smiling, his eyes twinkling in joy.

"Harry should be limited to small meals of plain, but nutritious meals, as he is largely unused to more extravagant meals yet." Snape sneered at Lucius. Lucius looked like he had been deprived a toy, before straightening his back and putting on his Malfoy mask that Harry saw Draco use when they were at school.

"Very well, then. We shall simply discuss our plans. Harry," Lucius turned to him, "Do you feel up to discussing what we are to do with the coming school year? It would be best if we could come up with a plan as soon as possible."

"That is fine. I don't know how I'm going to be able to go back to school as Harry Potter with how I look now." Harry replied, gesturing to his now spectacularly blonde hair, and more delicate features.

"I was thinking we could enroll you at Hogwarts as our nephew who we have had abroad for schooling since he was small. This would explain why no one knows you. We didn't want to let you go, but your parents had specified in their will that you were to study abroad until you were sixteen. What do you were sixteen." Narcissa spoke up, capturing the attention of every one in the room. "It would allow you to be resorted into another house, explain your appearance, and why you and Draco will be getting along. As I'm sure you will." she added, with a pointed look at Draco.

"This would mean that everyone will think you as Harry Potter are gone, somehow. We have to figure that out. But you would have to leave your friends, and pretend to not know anything about the school. Following Draco would be the best option, so Slytherin would be the obvious choice of house for you to go into," Lucius glanced at Harry nervously, "however, I'm not sure how we would be able to handle that, with you being a Gryffindor..." he trailed off. Harry grinned, surprising them all.

"Don't worry about the Slytherin issue. I'm sure I could convince the sorting hat to put me in Gryffindor this time." Every one stared at him curiously.

"What do you mean 'this time'?" Draco asked curiously. Snape mearly raised an eyebrow in question.

"In first year, the hat said that I would be great in Slytherin. It said that it was hard to put me anywhere. I kept thinking 'not Slytherin', and so it put me in Gryffindor instead." Harry shrugged. "I may be Gryffindor's Golden Boy, but I have enough Slytherin in me to convince that hat to put me there. It'll probably be happy to put me there finally."

Everyone in the room stared at him in shock.

"Potter was almost sorted into Slytherin." Snape muttered to himself. Suddenly Harry became conscious that he was sitting in bed with a pair of silk, green pajamas on while everyone stared at him in shock.

"I'm now not so surprised that you survived this long now," Draco said, "you're apparently not just a stupid Gryffindor. You're stupid enough to fight the sorting hat about where you belong." A thoughtful expression came over the blonde's face. "I wonder how many other students have told the sorting hat to put them somewhere other than where it originally thought they should go."

Harry looked at him in shock.

"I wonder...I've never considered that, actually." Harry admitted.

As the conversation turned back to plans about how to enroll Harry at Hogwarts as Alexander Malfoy, Harry thought that this was what it must feel like to have a family. Everyone caring about everyone else. And that night, Harry forgot that he was supposed to hate Draco, as they sat on Harry's bed, plotting, in a friendly manner. Harry never thought about what Dumbledore, or his friends would think as the Malfoy family and he plotted how to make it look like Harry had been killed in a Death Eater raid on the Dursleys. To say that Draco was surprised with how much Harry supplied them with details to make the crime look real was an understatement. That night, Harry gained a family, and Draco gained a new appreciation for The-Boy-Who-Lived.