Reunited at Last
Lucius's POV
As soon as Narcissa and I had finished writing our note for Draco, we left for St. Mungos. We were both excited to finally be reunited with our son. As excited as we were, however, there was a hidden fear. We did not know how our son would react. For the majority of his life, he thought he was someone else. There is also the fact that our son was abused by muggles, and he thinks that we are in top ten lists of enemies. Our son had never met Narcissa, but he had met me and Draco and neither one of us had given him a positive impression of our family. This needed to be rectified immediately. But how do we tell him without giving away our position in this war. Of course he has a right to know, but as his former self, he was the Dark Lord's number one enemy. However, it is too risky. Not even Draco knows the entire truth. If I could have told him sooner while he was Harry that we did not support the Dark Lord, he would have been willing to give us a chance. However, the last time that he had seen me was at in the graveyard after the Dark Lord had returned. I really want him to except us. I also realize that it will be impossible to keep him a secret from the Dark Lord. On top of all of this, Draco, Narcissa, and I will need to do something to help him overcome the abuse that he endured while he was Harry Potter.
As all of this was going to through my head, we had arrived at my son's door at St. Mungo's. As Severus placed his hand on the door handle, Narcissa grabbed onto my hand and gripped it tight. I knew she was nervous and worried, and while it was a rule for Malfoys to never show their emotion, I could not fault her for the emotions she was feeling. It would be hypocritical of me considering the fact I was just as nervous as she was. We were about to meet our long lost son after he had been missing for nearly 14 years. I gripped her hand tightly back in response in order to give her my comfort, strength, and support.
Severus looked at us for confirmation to proceed forward with opening the door and entering the room. After a deep breath in, in order to quench our nerves as much as possible, I nodded. He fully turned the handle and pushed the door open.
When we entered the room, there was only one person there. He was pale and blonde, and he way lying seemingly comfortable under the hospital sheets. He was still asleep with no sign of waking up for a couple of more hours. I wonder if they gave him a sleeping potion to aid him. Along with a lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead, the young man had many scars littering his body. Narcissa let out a shaky gasp beside me as soon as she saw him, and a small grin adorned my face as we laid our eyes on our son for the first time in 14 years.
"I shall go inform the healers that you are here," said Severus as he was leaving.
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