The Adopted Malfoy-
Chapter 5:
Mr. Malfoy.
Harry rested between Lizzy and Alex's gravestones that night, numb to the cold as he stared up at the sky. Sam had loved the stars and had told him all about the constellations. He smiled slightly and pointed upwards.
"Look Lizzy. Alex. There's the dragon." Harry sighed when silence stayed the same.
Then a loud crack sounded and he felt as if in that moment, something was about to change dramatically.
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Lucius Malfoy, Father of Draco Malfoy and husband to Narcissa Malfoy, past Inner-Circle Death Eater appeared outside a burned down muggle orphanage, making him sneer.
"Who would have casted a Fiendfyre in an orphanage? It's known dark magic for Merlins sake, do old followers want the Kiss?" The pureblood muttered with a distasteful look. He blond walked along the ashes with grace, casting a charm to protect his robes and boots from getting smudged with black. It was too dark to determine if anyone was there.
"Lumos." We said in a bored tone, walking along until he reach the back of the burnt orphanage, looking around at the melted play equipment everywhere except the swing set. He saw the shadows of two craved rocks. Bending down he looked at both of them, reading them out loud.
"Elizabeth Maria Kenner. Unknown to August first 1998. A caring mother, strong woman and one who will never stop shining her colours." He could see a small photo being slowly eaten away in the dirt and picked it up. It was a picture of a young man with dirty blonde hair and unseeing blue eyes, a older woman with blond and black hair and bright hazel eyes, and then a small boy, probably only eight or nine with messy black hair and emerald eyes that shone with happiness and well-hidden sadness. The two boys were besides the woman who sat in a wheelchair in front of a multicoloured walls. Lucius flipped the photo over and saw a message.
"We promised we'd take care of each other. I failed mum. Love Ha." Lucius huffed. He couldn't see the rest as it was smudged with muddy dirt. Lucius looked to the side were another grave laid, the dirt much newer than the other.
"Alexander Chase Montrouse. March 3rd 1970 to November 16th 1988. A loyal brother and loving son. A blind boy with a heart of gold. Shall he never grow old, but may his story be told." So the young man had been buried only earlier that day. He found a crumbled picture with dried tear drops of it. It was of the blonde boy with the younger black haired child. The child looked only five in the picture. The blonde boy who he guessed with Alexander, was smiling as he pushed the child on the swing, looking slightly concentrated as he was probably trying not to get hit by the kid in the swing who was grinning gleefully.
"Why are you touching their graves?" Lucius whipped around the see the boy who had been in the picture. "It's rude to touch their memories. They're trying to sleep." The boy said sadly, stepping past him and placing the picture back in the dirt, kissing the rock.
"Who are you?" Lucius said, stowing away his wand.
"Harry." The boy said lightly, sitting between the two graves, looking up the blonde man with interest. "And you are?"
"Lucius." The man said politely before sitting down hesitantly, his legs crossed like the child. "Who were these people?" He asked, barely containing his curiosity, but the boy was a muggle, so what did it matter with his magical status. He wanted answers.
"My mother and brother." The boy said distantly.
"That do not share the same last name though." Lucius frowned in confusion.
"They aren't my family by blood. My parents died when I was young and Alex's parents hurt him. They took his eye and blinded the other." Harry said, pointed to his own eyes. "Lizzy took me in when my aunt got rid of me. She was the caretaker at home. When I got here, there were five boys already. Ethan, Alex, Sam, Simon and Liam. Ethan was adopted first. Simon locked me out saying people didn't adopted freaks. My uncle used to say people didn't want freaks either, so I believed him. But Lizzy wanted me. So did Alex and Liam. Then Lizzy got sick. Really sick. The doctors said she wasn't going to live very long. They were right. Simon was adopted, locked me out again. Liam was looking after the orphanage while Lizzy rested. Then soon, Sam was gone too. Then I was just me, Alex, Lizzy and Liam. But Liam left as well. He said he'd be gone five days on a business trip. But I knew he was lying. I heard him talking to Alex. He said people wanted him dead. That he had to go for a while. He said he'd come back for me and Alex. He loved Alex did you know? But now Alex can't love him because he's gone. Like Lizzy." Tears were finally welling in the child's eyes. "Alex said he'd be waiting at the orphanage for when Liam came back and now he'll always be waiting...forever. Because he not coming back." Harry's lip trembled.
"What happened to Alex? It says he died today." Lucius said softly as the boy cried softly, resting his hand on the boy's head. He couldn't not try and comfort the boy. That just made him feel guilty. The boy practically flung himself at Lucius, gripping his robes tightly in his small fists as he cried, hiccuping.
"They killed him! T-Those awful men killed him! He was protecting me, keeping me quiet and calm and they stabbed him. Right in the back. I don't remember how, but I remember them screaming. The room had been hot but it didn't seem to hurt me or Alex. My were eyes closed and all I could have done was cry! When I opened my eyes, the orphanage was in ashes. Everything but the swing set. Lizzy's grave was safe. I had dragged Alex out of the ashes and bandaged his back before burying him next mum. Last time he had buried Lizzy. Now I had buried him. My family is gone. And Liam's not coming back. At least not for me." Harry sniffled, snuggling into a warm chest desperately while the elder Malfoy wrapped strong arms around him.
He honestly could understand. How could this boy, this innocent and frightened boy, cast a Fiendfyre so easily? He was what, only eight? It was obvious the boy was powerful. Accidental magic was rarely ever dark magic, or performed so well by an eight year old. The Fiendfyre had even disappeared. Normally they were uncontrollable.
He had made up his mind. Cradling the sniffling boy to his chest, Lucius asked a simple question.
"Would you like a new family?" A choked sob.
"Please." Was all the boy said before the man disappeared with a crack, leaving two small roses that grew from the dirt in seconds. He felt he needed to pay his respects.
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Liam ran up the hill, gasping when he saw the ashes were the orphanage once was. He barely even noticed the rough and bulky man that came out of the forest with a growl.
"Dammit! The pups gone." The man scowled. Where was his pups cub? He could tell he was alive from the lingering scent. He just hadn't been their in eight hours and his scent was only a whiff.
"Harry...Alex..." The man looked towards the staggering young man, watching as he ran through the ashes to towards the swing set. He must have noticed the grave stones. The man followed the running boy. The moment the black haired boy had seen the names, he dropped to his knees and let out a heart wrenching cry, as if a deer had been caught in a bear trap. "No, please, no." The boy whispered, clutched Alex's gravestone. "A day too late...I was too late..." Liam cried softly onto the stone, he had tried to get here as quickly as possible once he got the message saying they'd kill both boys if they didn't leave.
"Liam." The man said. The boy whipped around, tears streaking his pale face.
"Who are you?" He asked wearily. He had had many man try and kill him the last few months, he wasn't taking any chances.
"Fenrir. A friend of Harry."
"I've never seen you before."
"You poked me with a broom one time."
"What?" Liam said in confusion.
"The pups still around here right?" Fenrir asked persistently.
"Pup? Harry? Probably, or else no one would have buried..." Liam couldn't complete the sentence.
"Good."
"Wait!" Liam said.
"Who are you?"
"Fenrir."
"I mean, what are you?"
"A werewolf." Fenrir shrugged.
"You're joking." Liam huffed.
"Am I?"
"Prove it then." Liam challenged.
"Come with me and I'll show you the entire pack pretty boy." Fenrir smirked and walked off into the forest. Liam scowled. He wouldn't be deterred that easily. So he followed him determinedly. He had no idea following the wolf man to his future would make him happier than ever could be.
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Authors Note: If any of you are wondering if Liam will ever come back into the story, it is something I'm still deciding on, so tell me if you think he should come back in the future or not?
Next Chapter: Harry finds out he's a wizard and meets the Malfoy family. How will Narcissa and Draco react?