Chapter Thirteen: Like Hell
Within seconds both Aiden and Luke were on the ground throwing punches. Aiden, being older, was stronger and more adapted, having been on the quidditch team for seven years. Luke was putting up a good fight, however, and Aiden was having trouble getting him to stop. Both boys found themselves frozen, only able to move their eyes.
"Bloody good that'll do you. You're both acting like first years. Not exactly like Malfoy material. I might just drop you both off at Auror Boot Camp and see what they do with you. Maybe you'll mind them." Draco scowled at them.
Draco hadn't been truly mad in a long time, and he was sure that this was one fo the few times he would honestly be disappointed in his sons.
"Both of you need to promise me before I do anything, that you will not, and I repeat, will not do anything to embarrass me, or our family name in public, again." The silent anger in his voice was enough to make both boys think twice.
He released them, and quickly ushered them outside the Diner, leaving a large bill on the table for their food.
"We're going to see your mothers. Maybe they can knock some sense into you. Aiden, You're going first, and Luke, You'll floo there by your self. I'll pick you both up in an hour. Be ready." He glared at them and pushed them towards a wizarding pub, that had a fireplace.
Draco shook his head as he watched them go. He had hoped that they would get along, but he didn't know how brothers would cope, having one just come along. He frowned. He had wished for one all of his childhood. An older brother to keep him safe, to take the blunt of his Father's…attentions. Then maybe he wouldn't have had to make the choices he made. Like letting Hermione go.
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Luke wore an identical scowl on his face that his father had worn just moments ago. His mother, Mishaela Braun-Malfoy, was getting her hair done in a fancy London Salon. His parents weren't married anymore, but his mum still went by her married name for a higher social standing. And that was one thing that drove him wild over her.
He looked skyward. It was a wonder that his father had stayed married to her as long as he did. And as much as he hated to say it, his mother was a gold digger. Heck, she was dating a man almost fifty years her senior, that had six children. Six! All of them older than her! But the man as loaded, almost as much as Luke's father, and that's what attracted her.
"Luke, Mummy's busy, say Hi to your sister for me, and tell your Father that he's a piece of crap. Thanks, I love you, Toodles!" His mother waved him away.
Luke glared at her. He was never getting married.
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Aiden, at that moment, was pretty much in the same situation, only, he hated his mother's secretary.
"Listen hear, you son of a--"
"Aiden!" Hermione gave his a look as she walked out of her office.
"She's not doing her job. Letting people that aren't one of your kids' go by is totally uncalled for. Fire her." He smirked ™.
Hermione glared. "Aiden, Ginny is most certainly doing her job. She didn't let you in for a reason." Said red-head huffed.
"Your father was here, so I had talk to him. I don't appreciate Draco getting you out of school for something like this."
"Father is in Draco Malfoy, or Step-Father as in Harry Potter?" He rose an eyebrow, and crossed his arms.
Hermione's cheeks reddened with frustration. "Your Father as in the person that has raised you since birth."
"Just because he was here for my whole like doesn't make him my father. I love him, but he's not my father. Draco is. And I would like it if you didn't make what I'm doing out to be so trivial. It's a big job. I'm first in line to one of the richest families in the world mum. That's something."
The older witch put a hand to her forehead, "Aiden, I'm not going to fight with you. I love you, and I love that you're aspiring or something grand, but I'm not sure that you're ready for something like this."
Aiden glared at his mother. "Not ready? Mother, I've been ready since I was five! All of my family has brown hair! Dark eyes! And they're all bloody short! I knew I wasn't Harry Potter's from the moment I knew I was different. It only makes it worse when you still think you have a say in my life when you lied to me for almost eighteen years! Draco Malfoy has never lied to me. Not once. He's been more of a parent to me in the last few weeks than you've been. I love you, I really do, I just can't stand you right now.
"Things you have said, done in the past few years are contradictory to what Draco has told me. And guess who I'll believe? He told me he was going to reach out to me when he visited in my second year. But my mother just had to make me go to a grandmother's funeral that I never knew. Is there something you should be telling me? Maybe now after all this crap has been said and done? One last chance." He was breathing hard after shouting most of it. He was furious with her. Now he knew why his parents never got along during school. She was infuriating. He was more like his family than he knew.
Hermione's eyes were watering. She was going to lose her son. Lose him to a monster. The monster that gave him to her. The monster that she so desperately wanted to hate, to keep old feelings gone. The Monster that was Draco Malfoy.
"Aiden…Draco Malfoy saw me right after I had had Lizzy, and he gave me a Key. A Gringotts key. He said that there were things in there that you needed to know. To see, and that you would understand. Aiden, I love you with all of my heart. You were my first baby, and very special in my heart. Make good choices." She lifted a long gold chain from her neck, and hand Aiden the whole thing.
On it, was a large gold key, with large emeralds and sapphires encrusted in it. The handle had a large 'M' shape, with a snake encircling it. It was gorgeous for a key.
"Owl father and tell him I'll get to the school on my own. I've going to Gringott's."
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After a long and windy ride down to the extra security vaults, Aiden was getting suspicious. The vaults were getting fewer and farther between, and the goblin, Fangorf, was getting very impatient. They had been on the loopy track for almost three quarters of an hour, and still weren't there yet.
"How long does this take?" Aiden complained.
The goblin grunted, "As long as it takes to get there."
He glared at the ugly being.
After a few minutes the car came to a screeching halt, and the goblin took out the gold key, and went up to vault number '926'. Aiden rolled his eyes. Getting to the 900's shouldn't have taken long at all, but this being Gringott's, he wasn't sure if there wasn't another reason.
The Goblin grunted, having opened the door. "I will be back in half an hour. Be ready."
Aiden took the darned key and the goblin left, leaving him alone with the opened vault. He crept silently towards the door, and opened it wider, allowing him in.
A gasp escaped from him as he looked around. This had to have been the Malfoy Family vault. It was huge. The gold galleons were lined up wall to wall, and jewelry was thrown about here to there, and boxes of was looked like scrolls were in corners. There was a large chest with his name written on it in a far corner in the dark room. He sure as heck hoped that whatever was in there didn't hurt him.
As he crept closer to the chest, there were several large still portraits of the Malfoy family. And if he looked close enough, both of the men looked strikingly like his father. Especially the young son.
There looked to be enough money in the vault to feed a small foreign country for a week. There was a muggle filing cabinet to the side, and in small gold letters with the words, 'Hogwarts Letters' on the front. Aiden blinked. He doubted that they threw anything away. His chest rose and fell quickly when he started to open a drawer in the wooden chest.
The first drawer opened to reveal quite a few silver rings, all with large emeralds in the center. Most of them with 'DM' or 'LM' engraved in the underside. He picked up a rather large one, and stuck it on his finger. It fit loosely, then suddenly fit him perfectly. He slid it off, and looked at the engraving. 'ADM' was the inscription. He frowned. There couldn't have been a way for his Father to know what his middle name was. Well, before the ceremony.
He moved a few rings to the side, and saw a dainty small, gold ring with a ruby in the middle. His eyes widened when he realized who it was meant for. His mother. On this ring, like his serpent and emerald ring, two roaring lions were grasping the ruby as if to devour it. Every once and again one lion's eye, a diamond, would wink, or wag a tail. On the underside, were the words, 'Hermione, you have stolen my heart, and with it, all senses are gone when I am with you. All my love, Draco.' Aiden figured his mother would've had a cow, had she seen it before everything happened. He was almost sure it was meant to be an engagement ring.
He closed that drawer, still wearing his ring, and opened another. The second drawer, and almost the last, was the most boring. It had a copy of his birth certificate, and the 'Prophet' clipping of his sorting. Aiden looked carefully at his birth certificate. Medi-witches did carefully concocted potions to get the right biology of the child. 'Mother: Hermione Jane Granger. Father: Draco Lucius Malfoy. Child: Aiden Drake Malfoy.' And that was all he needed. Aiden's lips twitched in response. His mother really had no idea what she'd done. He loved her, and he loved Harry, but Harry wasn't his actual Father. Nothing could replace the real thing.
The third drawer revealed a photo album. An album illed with photos of his father and mother. Together in most of them. Some of them still in their Hogwarts uniforms. He turned a few pages and found a page with his father and mother eating ice cream, and his mother sporting a growing stomach. Him. It hadn't been him yet, but it would be.
He turned a few more pages, and he saw a picture or two of him when he was two or three, running into a pile of leaves. The next page, he was at his sixth birthday, blowing out the candles. How his Father got these, he would never know. From what Draco had told him, he hadn't known who he totally was until he was eleven. Unless he was lying.
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