Around one thousand years ago, there was a child that was born on a manor. His name was Aegon. Aegon Malfoy. The child was born around 3 am. His father Aerion was very pleased with it. He was smiling after many years. My second son, he whispered to himself. Aegon's mother was holding him as happy as she never will be. She was tired yet she had some power to hold the baby.

"M'lady, you need to rest. Let me take the child" one of the servants said. Valaena gave the child to the servant and looked at her husband.

"He is beautiful, isn't he?" she said with a huge smile.

"Yes, now rest" her husband replayed gently and left the room. On the other side of the room, two little kids were waiting for the news.

"Is it done, father?" the older son asked.

"Yes, Draco and you guys need to be on the bed by now," Aerion said with a little anger on this voice.

"We are sorry, father. We were just curious," said younger sister as they went to their room.

In the morning, Aerion was getting many owls. Where they were congratulating him and his wife. Some people were coming directly to Malfoy's manor to congratulate him, with some gifts they were bringing on their way.

"Greetings," one of the guests said as he went inside.

"Mr. Ollivander, it's nice to see you," said Malfoy.

"It's nice to see you too, Aerion. I'm here to congratulate you, but also there's a thing we should discuss…" he paused "…about Merlin"

"Oh, that muggle loving scum. Those bastards better be dead and he is defending them"

"I thought you liked him"

"I respect the man. Respect his power. His ambitions, but I do not share his ambitions"

"Yes, he is powerful, but maybe, just maybe he has a point"

"What are you telling me, Athelstan? Are you telling me he is doing right by protecting muggles?"

"Maybe violence might not always be answered by violence?"

"Maybe…" Malfoy looked at his friend; deep in thought tried to understand the situation "I can't…" he continued, "I can't forget what they did"

"I know. No one can" Ollivander replayed.

"Then why are you trying to protect him?"

"I'm not. He is just getting too powerful," Ollivander said with grief.

"And there's nothing we can do about" Malfoy replayed shortly.

"When I think about it I see that the muggle-borns are not the problem. It is the muggles who treat them badly are the problem"

"The muggle-borns are in between two worlds. Mostly they do not know which world to choose and mostly it is what kills them"

"Well, maybe we should not talk about it in this brilliant day? So how is your wife doing? Does her family knows everything okay?"

"She is great, thanks, and yes, of course, one of the first thing we did as he was born inform Mr. and Mrs. Selwyn about it"

"Then I got to go. Be well my friend and we will deal with Merlin later"

Malfoy watched his friend leave the manor and then sat down thinking about the things they have discussed. After a few minutes of thinking, he finally stood up and went to the backyard where his son was training how to fight with a sword. A little far from him there was his sister sitting and watching her brother.

"Is your magic training done, Visenya?" Aerion asked.

"Yes, father. We have finished it with Draco few hours ago," she said by not taking her eyes from her older brother. "Father…" she added "…why can't I learn how to fight with a sword?"

"Because you are female. You are not supposed to know how to fight with a sword. You might be very powerful witch, but muggles won't understand why female has a sword"

"They won't believe female can be strong too?" she asked curiously.

"Well, they believe males physically stronger and when they see a female with a sword they might not take her serious"

"But it doesn't mean I shouldn't know how to fight"

"A sword is a weapon of a man. Surely, there might be some females who might wield it. But it doesn't change it's mostly used by man"

"But…"

"You will learn what I will tell you to learn," he said angrily.

"Yes, father"

Draco the first-born of Aerion finished the sword practice as his father was talking with his sister. After finishing his practice, he came to his father.

"Father," he said. "We have finished all practices for today"

"Good"

"Father," he said again.

"Yes my son"

"Why I am supposed to know how to fight with a sword if I can use magic?" he asked hesitantly.

"A noble man supposed to have a sword. Besides how are going to fight against muggles?"

"Can't I fight with magic?"

"You know how many have died because the thought magic would help to them?"

"But I am strong on magic and I will be even stronger when will go to Hogwarts. I just don't understand why it is necessary" surely you can trick them with magic, but sometimes one arrow is enough to kill a man. It is smart to play it safe. Mostly they attack because they know you are a wizard or a witch. If they would not know that, they would not attack. Do you understand now?"

"Yes, father"

Aerion was sitting on a bench in his backyard thinking about the future of his family. Trying to do the best for his family. Then he stood up again and went to the room where his newborn son was. As he went inside servant immediately bowed to Malfoy.

"M'lord," she said.

"How is he?"

"He is very strong, m'lord"

"Good" he smiled a little bit and left the room. Immediately after he left the room another servant ran into him.

"M'lord, he is here. He is waiting for you," he said by bowing his head.

"Who?" Aerion sounded surprised.

"Mr. Slytherin, sir