"Come Draco," Lucius told is his son with out emotion, as he held out a hand. After a squeezing feeling the father and son were inside Malfoy Manor, where Narcissa greeted her son warmly with hugs, kisses and cookies. Until Lucius snapped at her,
"Narcissa you spoil him, we don't want him turning into a rebellious child do we?"
Draco felt sorry for his mum as his dad looked darkly at her, "come Draco we have issues to discuss."
Draco followed his father through the mansion eventually making it the drawing room, which Lucius entered. Draco stopped at the door, he wasn't aloud in the drawing room, and he never had been though he knew it was where his father kept all his valuables, under the drawing room.
Lucius turned around to see his son standing at the door, "you have to be an of age wizard with Malfoy blood to enter the drawing room, which you are so you may enter."
Reluctantly Draco stepped into the room, his father didn't look happy, Draco had a feeling Amanda was right to have a bad feeling about this visit home. Lucius closed the door behind them.
"Now that we're alone, is there anything important you've been keeping from me Draco?"
His first thoughts were 'I've got a tattoo and I've been dating Amanda for over a year and a half,' but he lied and answered, "no."
"Are you sure? Think real hard."
'Maybe you should just confess, it sounds like he already knows anyway,' a little voice in his head told him.
'He's bluffing, he can't know Amanda or the tattoo it's not possible,' another voice said.
Draco sided with the second voice; "nope I haven't been keeping any thing from you."
"You wouldn't lie to me, lie to your father would you?"
"Of course not," Draco responded a little to quickly.
"Good now I have a little story for you. As you know the ministry have been conducting random searchers of suspected Death Eaters homes, which is why I haven't been in this room for the past six months."
Draco stood there attentively listening while wondering what the point of this story was. Lucius moved the rug on the floor with his foot, before tapping the floor with his wand, revealing a magically concealed trap door.
"Do you know what is under this trapdoor Draco?"
"No."
"Under this trapdoor is all our families valuables including a certain amount of dark objects. It is a good place to keep objects safe as only the legal owner of the house can open it."
Draco looked at his father blankly, what was the point of this?
"I assume you don't know how you become the owner of Malfoy Manor."
"Umm when someone older dies," Draco suggested.
"No, Malfoy Manor passes on to the youngest generation that has a child or children, for instance Malfoy Manor will be mine until you have children and not until then will somebody other then me be able to open the door."
Draco looked confused, why was his father telling him this?
"So that means you own the house then," Draco told his father.
"That's also what I thought till the other day I decided the heat was off and it was safe to visit our family air looms once again. But something odd happened the trapdoor wouldn't open, which can only mean one thing," he paused to look at Draco before continuing, "that the Manor no longer belongs to me, and I only have one child which could of inherited it, you."
"But I'm not the owner of the Manor, you are because you're the youngest person with a kid."
"Again that is what I thought," Lucius remarked.
There was an awkward silence that lasted a few moments, in these few moments Draco realised what his father was trying to tell him. He was implying the he Draco had fathered a child.
"What you think I had a kid?"
"It is the only possible way the trap door wouldn't open."
"It's not possible!"
"Anything is possible, why don't you prove it. Try open up the trapdoor, if you can it means you lied to me and you have a child out there some where you're not telling me about!"
Draco's palms suddenly became sweaty; he knew he didn't have a child but he was still worried as he reached down and grabbed the trapdoors handle. He closed his eyes as he pulled on the handle; to his disbelief the handle moved when he pulled on it, the trapdoor was opening! Draco dropped it in shock and it fell back level with the ground.
The next thing Draco felt was the back of his father's hand made contact with his own face, causing is face to feel like it was burning.
"Reducto," Lucius shouted pointing his wand at his only son causing him to fly across the room and slam into the wall hard.
Draco lie crumbled on the floor in pain from his collision with the wall, this wasn't even his fault. He didn't have a child!
"One last chance Draco, tell me where the baby is! Or I'm going to have to start hurting you," Lucius threatened.
"I honestly don't know," Draco gasped out in pain.
"You brought this upon yourself you know," Lucius told his son, "crucio."
Draco had felt nothing more painful in his entire life; it was as if he was dropped onto a pile of needles all with pain causing venoms with in. The pain was so severe it made him want to die, die to escape the pain he wanted to end the suffering.
Lucius after repeatedly torturing his son went to find Narcissa, so Draco could mellow in his thought and realise resiting him would only increase the pain. Draco knew he was alone as he slowly drifted back into consciousness, although once fully conscious he knew he had to escape, anywhere.
He pulled out the larger flask and took a swig of the potion, he felt the effects instantly and within a minute he could stand while leaning against the wall. He waited patiently for his father to return with the small flask open and ready to throw at him when he returned. He didn't have to wait long.
He heard his father coming down the hall, "I hope you're ready to talk now Draco."
Lucius entered the room and drew out his wand when he saw Draco wasn't lying on the floor where he left him, but he was to slow Draco splashed the potion onto his neck and back. Lucius instantly collapsed to the floor, unconscious, leaving Draco free to escape.
Draco grabbed his wand of the floor and ran to his bedroom, where he pulled out a random shoe and pointed his wand at it, "portus." Seconds later he touched it and was instantly transported to Amanda's old room at Torque Estate. He knew as long as he didn't leave the room he wouldn't set of any alarms or get hexed by some defensive spells she would have put on the house or room.
He stumbled over to her bed and collapsed on it, before taking another swig of the strengthening potion. While he let his body try to repair its self he laid there thinking, his father had said he hadn't been in the drawing room trapdoor for six months. So if his father's theory was correct, it means the baby is six months or younger. The only person he had been with in the last year and a half was Amanda, and he saw her every fortnight, she even lived in the same house as him for a week, something's you just can't hide. If you see some one every fortnight, most of the time without any clothes on, you would notice if they were pregnant, especially with some one like Amanda who was rather fussy about the food she ate.
Then again she's an awfully talent witch, I bet if she was pregnant she would magically be able to conceal that she was carrying. Unless she didn't carry it, Draco thought, Mrs Torque was a healer she could of easily carried it.
He could feel his wrist heating up he had gotten a message from Amanda, but he ignored it and eventually it could down again. He was to mad to hear anything she had to see, she's had a child and didn't see it important to tell him, the father,
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Narcissa found her husband unconscious on the floor of the drawing room, instead of going to his aid she ran outside, pointing her wand in the air she shouted, "morsmordre!"
With a vibrant flash of light a Dark Mark appeared above Malfoy Manor. Narcissa then ran to her husbands, shortly after that Healers came to take him to St. Mungo's hospital.
A bunch of Auror visited Narcissa at Lucius' bedside, which was when she reported her son missing. She hoped her son was safe but she honestly didn't know, Lucius could be cruel at times. But what really baffled her was how could he get out of the house?
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OMG, that was so sad, but I must not cry! Poor Draco, I hope someone finds him before anything worse happens to his badly injured body!
PLZ review all of you who have me on alert, just so I know you still follow the exciting events of this story!
