Chapter 9
The first day of class
Cygnus woke up, quite annoyed, as it was the third time this morning that he had woken up so early. The first time he had woken up, he had almost, gotten out of bed since he tended to have a very precise body clock, and since the dormitory was quite dark due to the lack of windows, he didn't know if it was morning or not. Thankfully, before he had done that he cast a Tempus charm, and was shocked when the time read two in the morning. Quite annoyed and aghast that he had woken up not minutes before he was supposed to, but hours! Cygnus tried to burrow himself in his bead, and get back to sleep, which took him a while. The second time had been the same, but in that occasion he had woken up at five in the morning. Seeing that it still too early to get up, and knowing he would be in a foul mood if he did, he simply went back to sleep which was even harder than the last time.
Hoping that this time it won't be as early as the last few times; Cygnus grabbed his wand - which was on top of his night stand- waved it, and the time quickly appeared before him. The numbers read six thirty in the morning, which was still slightly early, but not wanting to go back to sleep, since he knew it was impossible by now; Cygnus yawned quietly, and got out of bed. Wanting to see if the others were wake, he looked around, and saw that the others were still asleep, even Draco-who he noticed after he saw patch of blond hair poking through the blankets. Not wanting to wake up the others, and no wanting to put up with any questions this early, he quietly grabbed his school robes, and bag, and headed to the showers- where ever it is that they were.
He looked through several doors, and it took him a while, and as he looked around, he realized that there was still no one awake yet, not even the older years. Taking the opportunity, he hastily looked for the showers, and after finally finding them he swiftly went inside the room, took a quick shower, got changed and made his way into the common room. When he stepped into the common room, he had expected to see someone, but thankfully the room was deserted. Relieved that no one had noticed him yet, he made his way to the entrance, and just as he was about to open the door, he heard the sound of people talking. Not wanting to stay, and answer questions; Cygnus quickly opened the door, and exited the Slytherin common room.
Once outside he swiftly made his way down the halls, and up the staircases; completely remembering how to get to the Great hall. Once he had arrived -and after feeling proud that he remembered how to get there- Cygnus made his way inside the Great hall, which he found that a few people were already seating at their own tables. And since, it was still early and breakfast had not been served yet; the people currently in the Great hall were simply reading, or doing what appeared to be homework. And Cygnus was amused to see that most of the people present are from Ravenclaw- the house he had nearly been sorted into.
Cygnus looked around the other tables, and noticed that there were a few other people from other classes, even Slytherin. And as he looked he noticed that he didn't recognize any of the students from any house, until his eyes landed on the bushy hair of Hermione. She was seating at the Gryffindor table, reading from a large book in front of her, not really paying attention to anything happening around her.
Seeing that she was alone, Cygnus wanted to approach her, and present himself to her, but in the end he opted not to; not wanting the other Slytherin to look down on him for being friendly to a muuggleborn, and a Gryffindor on the first day. It was not like he cared what they thought, since he in all honesty didn't, but he didn't want to cause more problems for himself, since he already had too many to deal with at the moment. So Cygnus simply looked away, and made his way to the Slytherin table, where he sat on the furthest side, as far away from the few other Slytherins. Of course as he made his way to the table, quite a few people stared, and they spoke amongst each other.
"Did you see his face?"
"Did you see his scar?"
Whispers followed him across the hall, and even though there weren't that many people at the great hall; their whispering, and curiosity was already getting to him. Irritated, by their curious looks; Cygnus sat down, and didn't look at anyone, as he simply took out the first book her could find in his bag- which turned out to be potions- and read from it.
While he read he made sure to look as unapproachable as he possibly could, which worked since no one bothered him. Even after more people were beginning to arrive, no one seemed to want to talk to him. And even when breakfast was served, and Cygnus put the book away and ate; no one approached him, but he did notice that they were staring, specially the younger years.
He tried to be unfazed by it all, and simply ate his breakfast. A little while after, owls began to fly into the Great hall, carrying mail for everyone. He looked up from his food, and saw that quite a few people got something, and he wasn't the exception either. A white owl –he didn't recognize- that looked a lot like Hegwig landed in front of him. Cygnus intrigued, took the letter it was carrying, and the owl didn't waste any time, and left as soon as he had the letter. Cygnus quickly looked down at the letter he was handed, already knowing who it was from.
To Harry James Potter
From Lily, and James Potter.
The names were written in bold, golden letters, and as he read the names Cygnus wanted to throw the letter away; he didn't want anything to do with that family. But he refrained for throwing it out, or setting it on fire, since he knew it would look to suspicious if he did, and that eventually he will have to meet the Potter one day, so if he couldn't handle a letter, he wouldn't be able to see them in person. Making up his mind, he grudgingly put the letter inside his bag, choosing to open it later in the day.
He then continued to eat his breakfast as if nothing had happened, and soon more and more people began to arrive, and Cygnus even got a visit from Roc; his mother's eagle owl. The owl barely looked at him, as he offered him the letter he was holding, and Cygnus simply took the letter and deposit's it into his bag like the other.
Once more he continued to eat, but then noticed that more people began to look at him, point, and look like they would give anything to approach him. Thankfully none of them did, but he still wanted to leave the great hall, but he couldn't without his timetable. Luckily for him, he soon saw that Professor Snape was handing out everyone's schedules -well by handing them out, he meant he left them at the head of the table, fully intending for them to sort through them.
Taking the opportunity to leave before his friend - or much worse his brother- could make their appearance; Cygnus put his stuff away, made his way to the front of the table, sorted through the stack of parchment, until he finally found his own schedule. Cygnus didn't even look down at it; not wanting to waste time by looking through it, and see what classes he got first, he simply took it, and swiftly made his way out of the Great hall.
Only once he was out of the hall, and that he couldn't hear people whispering his name, he looked down at his schedule, and saw that he had Herbology with Professor Sprout first. He didn't quite know where everything was located at Hogwarts yet, but this class he did, because his father had told him. Knowing where he had to go, he swiftly made his way out the castle, and looked for the greenhouse his father had told him about. It didn't take him long, and he quickly found the classroom-er- greenhosue, in no time.
Seeing that there was still no one inside; Cygnus stood by the doors of the greenhouse, waiting for the Professor to arrive. He just stood there quite bored for a few minutes, after he noticed that he couldn't go inside, since it was locked. Sure he could have used a simple alohomora to unlock the door, but he didn't think Professor Sprout would be too happy if he did, and not to mention that she wasn't dumb enough to leave it un-warded from such simply spells. So Cygnus just waited, until a dumpy little witch arrived, and gave him a shocked expression after seeing him there so early.
"Mr. Potter, you are early." She said surprised, as she made her way to the door, pulled out a set of keys and opened the door without using magic
'I guess she is dumb enough to leave the door without any wards.' He thought to himself amused, and slightly appalled that she was using keys- like a muggle.
"Good morning Professor Sprout." He said charmingly, and walked inside the greenhouse, after the small witch opened the door. Once inside, he noticed that there were a few spots one could seat on, But before he could pick a spot, he approached the Professor.
"What is it Mr. Potter?" she asked, and Cygnus wanted to cringe after hearing the surname.
"Hmm, actually Professor I just wanted to ask if you could call me Malfoy, not Potter." He made sure he faked meekness to get his way. "I mean I know that last night it was revealed that I'm a Potter. But I rather people call me Malfoy, I mean if you don't mind of course."
His show of timidity seemed to work, as the Professor gave him a sympathetic look, which Cygnus in particular did not like- he wasn't a fan of sympathy, and saw it as something one felt for weaker people, and he was definitely not weak. Of course he couldn't say that to the witch.
"Of course Mr. Malfoy." She declared, and Cygnus smiled.
After that he spent his time looking at all the various plants, and asked the Professor about the ones he didn't recognize. Of course he wasn't really interested in Herbology, and only did it to gain Sprout's favour, knowing that it wouldn't hurt to get the Professor to like him, and what better way to do that, than by showing interest in what they teach?
"My, you are Inquisitive learner aren't you? Are you sure you were sorted into Slytherin? From what I see you are clearly a Ravenclaw!" The Professor said amused, and Cygnus made sure to chuckle.
"I am a hundred percent in Slytherin Professor. Though I admit I have quite a bit of Ravenclaw in me." Professor sprout smiled, and kept eagerly explaining things to him.
A little while after that, people were beginning to arrive, and Cygnus made his way to the one of the empty spots by one of the plants, as if trying to hide from the others. Not that it was working as a few of the Hufflepuffs looked at him, and pointed as they whispered.
Then when almost everyone had arrived, the moment he was dreading came, as Draco and the gang entered the green house. Cygnus was hoping that maybe they wouldn't notice him, but knew that would be impossible. As soon as Draco entered the green house, he quickly looked around the room, looking slightly desperate as he did. It wasn't long for their eyes to meet, and as they did Draco gave him a look of relief, and made his way towards him, while the other followed with uncertainty.
"Where were you?" Was the first thing Draco hissed, clearly angry at him.
Cygnus looked at him thoughtfully. "Well I woke up early, made my way to the Great hall, had breakfast-"
"That's not what I meant! Where were you last night?" Draco cut him off, annoyed
Cygnus shut his mouth, looked at all of them, and sighed when he saw their baffled expression, knowing that he needed to explain everything. "Could we not do this here please? I'm not up to relieving all of last night just yet." He declared, sounding exhausted, and everyone seemed to deflate.
"Fine, but after class you gotta tell me everything, and about you being a Potter!" Draco spat the name, as if it was foul.
If Cygnus hadn't known his brother like the back of his hand, he would have been taken aback by the hostile way he was speaking to him. But he knew his brother, and he knew that he wasn't saying that to be mean, he knew that Draco -much like him- had to keep up with the appearance that they had no clue that he was a Potter. And that unfortunately meant being just as shocked, and bewildered as others, while being a hint hostile towards him like the other would be. It was all part of the plan after all, and he hoped that Draco could follow it properly, which for now it seems that he is.
"Everyone please gather around so that we may begin out first class" Professor Sprout called.
Everyone including his friends looked away from him, and they all gathered around the plants to begin the class. No one spoke about the matter of him being Harry Potter, and none of his friends turned to look at him, seemingly forgetting it for now. After all they were all too busy being bored out of their minds, as he had expected to be. They all stared vacantly at the plants as Professor Sprout began to go more in depth about each plant, and their magical properties. It really wasn't an interesting subject, even for him, but he did listen intently, and answered most of the questions the Professor asked them.
The class was only one period, and so it wasn't long before it was over, and everyone headed to their next class. Of course as he walked beside his friends, he could feel them giving him strange looks, and he knew that they were itching to ask him questions, but like in the class; they refrained themselves.
The next class they had to take was charms with professor Flitwick, a tiny little wizard who had to stand on a pile of books. The class was a little interesting, certainly more than Herbology by the looks of his peers -except for the Ravenclaw who would no doubt be fascinated regardless of the subject. It wasn't all that bad, seeing as they got to use their wands for the first time- well more like wave the wands around without actually doing any magic.
Everyone listened intently as Flitwick taught them the basics of charms- the very basics- which bored Cygnus to death. He already knew quite a bit of charms, maybe even more than a bit, and was already far ahead of his class. And as Flitwick droned on and on about the basics of charms, Cygnus miserably hoped that most of the classes weren't this basic.
After Charms, they had a thirty minute break, which he used to do some of his homework at the library; hoping that it would deter the others from asking him questions. And it actually worked, since the others went their separate ways, and left him alone.
The library had been mostly empty, since it was only the first day. So it had been easy to find a decent spot to do his homework. And as Cygnus took out his things, he noticed that Hermione was also, doing her homework at the library, and beside her sat the Grffindor redhead- Weasley.
Cygnus was shocked to see them both in the library, especially Weasley who looked incredibly bored, and was probably only there because Hermione forced him. Cygnus kept watching them for a little while, then looked down and started on his homework, until it was time to leave.
The next class was double transfiguration with Professor McGonagall. And out of all their classes this one had been quite tense, since they were paired up with the Gryffindors, and Crabe, Goyle, and Draco were using the opportunity to bully them. Of course the Gryffindors retaliated, and Cygnus knew it was only a matter of time before a fight would break out. Thankfully however, before a fight could begin between Draco and the redhead -he now knew was named Ron- the professor had stopped them, and taken points away from both houses, and threatened to take more if they continued.
After that they all kept quiet, and were pretty docile, as the class began. The class itself had even started a little interesting, but like the other classes, it got boring very quickly. Like Charms, and Herbology, Transfiguration was too basic and simple for him, and because of this he didn't feel like contributing, and allowed Hermione to answer all the questions; Which he was shocked that she knew so much, despite being a muggleborn. The class did get a little interesting after, McGonagall gave them the task of trasnfuring a match into a needle, and while he knew he could do it without a doubt; he wasn't feeling it, and simply did some minor changes to the match, which was enough for McGonagall to award him points, as well as Hermione who manage to make some changes to her own match.
Finally after two straight periods of Transfiguration, the class was finished, and they made their way to the Great hall for lunch. Of course as soon as they were out of McGonagall's watchful eyes; Goyle purposefully bumped into Ron.
"Look where you're going Weasley!" he sniggered, practically pushing the redhead on to the floor, and laughing at him.
Once more he thought a fight would break out, but shockingly Ron simply glared at them, and mumbled something under his breath. Cygnus looked at Draco to see what he would say, but his brother didn't appear at all interested in the redhead at this time, and simply kept walking, as everyone followed behind.
As they all followed Draco, the blond swaggered about the school, as if he owned it. Cygnus was amused by his brother, but his amusement was cut short as soon as he realized that they were not heading to the Great hall, and instead were taking a detour. He looked around, and wondered where Draco was taking them, but he suspected he was taking them to a private room so they could talk about what happened last night.
He wasn't at all thrilled by that thought; he didn't really want to talk to them, and he would rather just keep postponing the moment, but he knew that they have provably reached their limit of patience. So Cygnus didn't say anything when Draco led them to an empty room, by the dungeons. They all swiftly made their way inside, and once they were all in the room, Draco looked around to make sure there was no one inside the room. While Cygnus took out his wand, and put a silencing charm around the room, so that no one could overhear them. Not that he was going to be saying anything of importance, or that he was going to tell them that he and Draco knew all along, he simply didn't want others to hear whatever they were going to say.
When Draco knew that they were indeed alone he swiftly turned to face him.
"Tell us everything. Why did your name appear as Harry Potter, instead of Cygnus?" Draco asked, without hesitation and showing any trace that he actually knew the answer.
Cygnus looked at everyone, and saw that they were all looking at him expectantly, as if what he would say would determine if they continued to be his friends or not. Of course Blaise was different, as he was looking at him with intrigue.
"Honestly, I don't really know myself. After I got sorted, I was sent to the Headmaster's office, and he didn't say much on the matter. He simply asked if I knew that I am Harry Potter, but nothing else really."
"So you are Harry Potter?" Pansy jumped in, before anyone else could say, or ask anything. And as she asked, everyone nodded, wanting to know the answer.
"I don't know Pansy, didn't you hear what I just said?" he asked irritated, seeing as he was short on patience today, especially for her. "Nothing was confirmed, and for all I know the school made a mistake."
Pansy lifted her nose indignantly, clearly not happy at his response. "I don't know it sounded very clear to me that you are."
Cygnus gritted his teeth, but before he could rebuke her, Crabbe stepped in. "Yea, and let's not forget the scar you had on your forehead, since you can remember." The brute said, and Cygnus looked at him slightly shocked.
He had never expected Crabbe to make such a deduction; the brute had never been smart enough to come up with such a thing. Could it really be that he is changing for the better? Not it couldn't be -this had to be luck; Crabbe could barely tie his own shoes after all. Or maybe he did have some level of cunning, and resourcefulness in him? He was sorted into Slytherin after all, but he suspected was because of hi prejudice.
"Crabbe is right. Harry Potter would probably have a scar, if he did survive the Dark lord, and you clearly have one." Draco added, sounding a bit shocked by Crabbe, and though he was annoyed that his brother was making things difficult, he knew that he needed to keep up with the act.
"Maybe, but we don't know for sure do we? Many children have scars, it's not that rare." He said flippantly
"And yet it was you -the only one with a scar- that turned out to be Harry Potter." Pansy said triumphantly, as if she had won a duel, and Cygnus glared at her coldly -he was getting more and more irritated at her.
"Be careful Pansy, you know it does not do well to irritate Cyg too much." Draco reprimanded, and Pansy gave out a huff.
"Anyways, what does it matter that Cyg is, or isn't Harry Potter? I mean he's still Cygnus, this doesn't change anything." Jumped in Blaise, with a slightly fearful tone as he looked at him.
"I agree." Said Draco, and Pansy looked at him with shock. "Sure I was shocked, and I'm still shocked, but I still see Cyg as my brother, and nothing those fools say will change that." He declared, while shrugging.
Cygnus smiled at Draco, and Blaise; happy to know that he had people that still saw him as who he is, and not Harry Potter. But that still didn't change the fact that he will keep the secret from Blaise. And that was because -although He may be friends with him- he still only trusted him as far as he could throw him, which wasn't much. And that was not just Blaise, but all purebloods in general, since he knows how pureblood think, and behaved. And that meant that they would probably tell their own parents as soon as they knew the truth, and then the secret would spread around.
"I agree with Blaise, and Draco. Cyg, is still Cyg no matter what!" Daphne exclaimed, and Cygnus looked at her slightly confused.
He had thought that she would take Pansy's side, but it seems that he was wrong. Could it be possible that they were all changing after just one day at Hogwarts? And just when he was thinking that, and seeing her in a different light, she blushed deeply, and looked away from him, as if embarrassed. 'Nope she is still the same old Daphne.' He thought.
"Well if Draco sees it that way, then I guess I do too." Commented Goyle, and Crabbe nodded along with him.
Everyone turned to look at Pansy who had her arms crossed, and looked at them as if she didn't understand why everyone was focused on her. "What?" she asked confused.
"Well, what do you think about Cygnus being Harry Potter?" asked Blaise, sounding exasperated.
Finally understanding, Pansy looked at Cygnus, unfolded her arms and gave him a penetrating look. "I think he's still the same old Cyg, but I'll keep an eye on you." She said finally.
As soon as she said those words, everyone let out a breath they didn't know they were holding, all except Cygnus who was annoyed by her comment. As if he would feel threaten by her keeping an eye on him, her of all people.
"We should probably go eat, unless you all want to go to History of magic with empty stomachs." Draco commented, as he made his way out of the empty room.
Everyone agreeing with him quickly followed, and they were soon at the Great hall, where everyone continued to stare at him as they walked to their spot.
The whole group soon began to eat, none of them commenting about what they just spoke about. But they did talk among themselves, which they mostly made fun on Professor Flickwik, and Sprout. Cygnus did not join in on the conversation, and simply continued to eat and mind his own business.
"Hey Cyg." Someone said, and he looked up at the direction of the voice. He knew that voice was that of Terence, who was seating a little bit further away closer to the middle of the table, with the usual members of the quidditch team.
Cygnus smiled, genuinely happy since he had barely seen Terence all summer, because he was apparently busy with travelling the world with his mom. Also, he was glad that the older Slytherin was behaving the same way he did towards him, despite what they all learned last night.
"Hey Terence, nice to see you." He called back.
Terence nodded. "You too, haven't seen you in a while." He said. "Oh, and Congrats on getting sorted into Slytherin." He added, and Cygnus smiled truly appreciating the congratulation.
"Thanks." He said simply, and Terence smiled, and he looked like he was going to say something else, but was stopped before he could.
"Are you sure you want to be congratulating him?" A taller and older boy -who was seating beside Terence- said.
Cygnus glared at the Slytherin he knew was Marcus Flint, a troublemaker, and horrible bully. He had known Flint for quite some time, but he had never been friendly with the older boy, and that was because Flint was basically like Crabbe, and Goyle, but with a little bit more brains, and a lot of ambition.
Cygnus gave Flint a cold look, as Terence turned to look at Flint, with a confused expression. "What do you mean, why shouldn't it?" he asked.
Flint's eyes turned to meet his for a few seconds, and though it was very brief he could see the prejudice look he gave everyone that wasn't a pureblood.
"Well for starters, he is a Potter! And I don't know about you, but that sounds awfully lot like blood traitor to me!" he declare, and everyone in earshot stopped eating and looked at Flint, in shock, and Cygnus frustratingly noticed that some were even nodding in acknowledgement.
"Nonsense Flint! We've known Cyg, since we were kids. And we both know that he is every bit a Slytherin and a Malfoy regardless who his real parents are." Declared Terence confidently.
Flint scoffed, turned back to his own food, and the rest seemed to follow his example.
"I'm just warning you Terence I wouldn't be siding with him, if I were you."
Terence looked shocked, and looked like he wanted to refute him, but then Cygnus shock his head; telling him to forget it. He appreciated his friend standing up for him, but that didn't mean he wanted to see Terence suffer for him either. So gave his friend a warning look, and Terence simply looked huffed, let the matter go, and went back to eating.
As fi everything has been forgotten, everyone soon went back to eating after that; even his friends looked unsure, but they didn't want to say anything further. Cygnus also, went back to eating while keeping an eye on Flint.
Soon lunch was over, and it was time to get back to class. Their whole group swiftly got up, and went to their next class which was history of magic with Professor Binns.
The class -Cygnus found- was a nightmare, which even he found it very difficult to pay attention in this class. It was just too boring, and the Professor kept making mistakes on the historical facts, which put Cygnus on edge. It was so bad, he wanted to leave the class, and he knew he wasn't the only one, since everyone else was falling asleep. He and everyone else, wanted History of magic to end quickly, but to his luck the clock seemed to run slower. So when the time came to leave, he jumped out of his seat and made his way out alongside the others, while Professor Binns continued to teach unaware that class was over.
The next class was somewhat interesting, because it was flying class, and though he had been excited for it, he quickly found that they were learning the bare basics- again. So Cygnus was simply seating on his broom while he hovered above the others, as they struggle to even get themselves off the ground- all except Draco, and a few others. And while Draco took the time to look down at everyone smugly, Cygnus did not share his amusement, and simply looked bored out of his mind.
Thankfully he didn't have to stay bored forever, as class was soon over, and they were all allowed to go back to their common room. But none of his friends went back to the common room, and while they choose to wonder around the school, Cygnus had opted to go straight to the common room- at least that is what he told the others. The truth was that Cygnus had gone to a large dungeon right underneath the common room, so that he could have some privacy. To ensure that, he swiftly took out his wand and put a silencing charm around the room, and made sure to ward the lock on the door.
After he made sure that no one could come in, or that no one could disturb him; Cygnus grabbed his bag, and took out the letter from the Potters. Once it was out of the bag, and on his hands, he looked down at it, and considered whether he should open it, or if he even wanted to in the first place. Of course his first reaction had been not to, but he also, knew that he needed to open it, not just because he had to keep his cover, but for himself also.
He didn't want to think about it, so he took a deep breath, and he gently tore the envelop open, pulled out the letter, and read it.
Dear Harry,
There are so many emotions we are feeling at once, that I must admit that we have no idea what to write, and what to say to you. This is a very shocking, however joyous surprise, and we are both still too shocked to accept the fact that you, our son are still alive! In fact we could not believe it, until Dumbledore paid us a visit yesterday evening.
And let me tell you that as soon as we realized that it wasn't a joke and that you were actually at Hogwarts; I wanted to go and meet you, but we were strictly told we couldn't. I was –of course- tempted to forget the laws, and just go, and see you after all this time. And I don't know if you know this Harry, but your mother and I have been searching for you ever since you disappeared that fateful night. And although, we almost lost faith that you were still alive, we continued to look for you. And now that our hopes have been realized, we can't come see you. It is so frustrating, but I guess we'll have to abide by the laws I never knew existed.
Of course if it had occurred to me that you could make an appearance at Hogwarts, then it would have been much different, and we would already be there to meet you. But this wasn't the case, and I never would have thought you would make your appearance ten years later, or that you were adopted, and raised by the Malfoys no less. And though, I must admit 'I' in particular am not too happy about that, I am glad that at least you had someone to look after you all this years. And your mother is also, happy that you had family to be there for your, even if that family wasn't us.
I would also, like to apologize for not being there for you, or for not looking hard enough. And even though Dumbledore assured us that it was not our fault, and much less yours; we still feel guilty that we have missed so much of your life. And we know that you are probably as shocked as we are, and probably don't see us as your parents, and we understand that it will be a tough situation for all of us. But we hope that given time, we can all be a family again, as it should have been.
There is still so much we wish to tell you Harry, about the life you were taken from, but we rather say all those things in person. And your mother and I have already made sure to contact the ministry, so that they will allow us to come visit you, and we'll make sure to keep in touch when we hear back from them, which I hope won't be long.
If you wish to ask us anything, don't hesitate to owl us.
Hope to see you soon. With immense love Lily, and James Potter.
As soon as Cygnus finished reading the letter his grip on the parchment loosened, and the letter fell softly on the ground.
Cygnus looked ahead of him, unsure of how he should feel. Most of his life, he had been told that the Potters had never even attempted to look for him, and that they had forgotten about him like yesterday's trash, while they went and had other children. And he even had proof that they never looked for him, because if they really looked so hard then they surely would have found him! Because how could a father, or a mother forget the face of their son so easily, even if it had been such a long time?
It just didn't add up, and he could only come up with two explanations: either the Potters were lying, and they didn't actually look for him. Or the worse outcome, his father and mother knew all along, and they lied to him all this time. And as he thought about it, he didn't know what would be worse, that his real parents forgot about him, or that the man and women he had come to see as his real parents had lied to him all these years.
He honestly did not know what he would do if the later turned out to be true, but he did know that he wouldn't go running to the Potters either. The way he saw it, even if it wasn't their fault, it was already too late for them to come into his life, and pretend like they were a family, as if nothing happened. He wasn't a Potter, and he never will be one of them, that was a fact. He is a Malfoy, but if his parent lied to him he didn't know what he would be then- a Black? But he wasn't even a Black in the first place, so what was he? Did he even need a family in the first place? What was a family anyways? He thought, as he looked emptily into space.
So that was the first day of classes, and a few things have happened, but i won't comment about it since i don't want to spoil anything.
So hope you liked this chapter, so please review and see you next chapter.
