It was a usual morning in the Malfoy Mansion as Draco woke up. He
could hear in the faint distance, an argument between his father and mother
starting up again. *Why don't they just get a divorce and be done with it?*
Draco thought to himself. He went through his usual morning routine by
getting out of bed, throwing on a nice suit, fixing his hair, and cleaning
himself up so he looked first classy. As he was walking down the stairs he
saw his father's shadow along with someone else, but who was it? He crept
up to the sitting room, leaning against the wall so that he could hear what
was going on and no one would know that he was there. "I told you to stay
away from this house and not to send any owls!" his father's voice roaring
out.
"But, Lucious, I couldn't stand to be away from you any longer," a woman's voice came out in tears. This certainly wasn't Draco's mother. *What? Father's having an affair? I can't believe this. It's preposterous!* He thought as he sat there listening.
"What if Narcissa finds out? Or even my son, Draco? Then what are you going to do? You're just lucky that Narcissa is still asleep." Lucious paused for a second, "Here, just sit down, and try to calm down."
Draco could hear his father pacing around inside the sitting room. "Lucious, I mainly came to tell you something. I don't know if I can tell you. It's too hard to say," The woman said, still in tears.
"Be out with it then, you haven't much longer till Narcissa wakes up. It's alright," Lucious said sounding slightly frustrated by now.
"Lucious, I…I…I'm pregnant. I found out last week and I knew that I had to tell you," she had finally started crying so badly that she couldn't talk anymore. Draco couldn't believe the words that were coming out of the woman's mouth. *I'm going to have a brother or sister. What's mother going to think of this? She'll be furious.* The blood rushed through his veins as he thought of what would happen.
"How could this be? What am I going to tell Narcissa? But you're only 18. The ministry will surly have my head for this," he said with real fear in his voice. *No shit sherlock.* Draco muttered under his breath. Lucious started pacing around again, going back and fourth across the Persian carpeted floor. Soon he walked out of the room and right past Draco. He felt Draco's presence in the room and turned quickly to see Draco crouched down against the wall. He gave Draco a cold and sickening glare. "You were listening weren't you boy!?! Ease dropping! Nosey little wretch! Tell me, what did you hear?" he shouted.
"Nothing, father, nothing. I promise it. I heard nothing of your conversation." Draco stuttered.
"You lie too! If you heard nothing, then what were you doing sitting there against the wall like that?" his father's words were chilling and painful. Draco just looked his father in the eye and refused to answer him. "Get up boy! Now!" Lucious screamed. Draco got up and walked over to his father. Lucious grabbed him by the shirt collar and stuck a fierce finger in his face. "If I ever, and I mean ever know of you ease dropping again, or if you give one word of this to your mother I'll see to it that you're killed on the spot. Do you understand me boy?" With Draco's nod, Lucious slung him across the room and said one last thing to him, "Remember what I've said to you. Now get out of my sight."
Draco couldn't get to his feet fast enough. As soon as he got up stairs he ran to his room and locked himself in. "Father and I never were as close as most people think. But it's what I'm used to, him having some stupid and outrageous excuse to beat me," he said to himself. He spent the rest of the day in his room not daring to come out, knowing what would happen if his father caught sight of him.
It was during dinner that Draco heard his mother going into hysterics. "Father must have told mother already," he said to himself. "I can't wait till tomorrow, I'll be out of the house for the rest of the year, I can stay at Hogwarts over Christmas, and I won't have to see my father again until summer. By then that woman would have already had father's child. And that'll be another thing for father to some how find a way to get mad at me for. I hate my father," he muttered.
At about half past 1 o'clock in the morning, Draco found himself lying in bed awake. He couldn't sleep because his head was so drowned with thoughts. Draco knew his father would be in the library at this time in the morning, so he got up and came out of his room heading straight for the library. "Father?" his voice said shakily at the door of the library.
"What Draco?" his father asked, apparently he'd forgotten about this morning.
"Father, I wanted to ask you something. You have to promise me that you won't get mad at me for asking." Draco said.
"Fine, fine, go ahead. Sit down," Lucious said.
Draco sat down in front of the desk, which his father was seated at. "Father, who was that woman that was here this morning?" his father abruptly looked up at him. "I know that I told you that I heard nothing, but I heard that she was pregnant. And I know that it's your child, father."
"Yes, indeed, it is my child," he paused for a moment and looked out the window, "Taryn Potter."
"What?" Draco was not only baffled but also refused to believe that his father would have anything to do with a Potter.
"Taryn Potter, she's the woman that was here earlier. Incase you are wondering, yes, she is related to Harry Potter. She's his sister to be exact," he replied with a crooked smile.
"But, that's not possible father! You hate Potters! We all hate the Potter family!" Draco was near to fainting. "How could she be Potter's sister anyway? He's an only child, and she would have attended Hogwarts."
"That's where you're wrong, son. When Lilly and James were still at Hogwarts, Lilly became pregnant and later gave birth to a daughter, which they named Taryn. 3 years later they had a son, Harry. No body knew about what happened to their daughter, the Potters had told everyone that Lilly had lost the baby. But really they were hiding little Taryn with James' sister in London. Taryn attended Durmstang instead of Hogwarts that explains why you had never heard of her. Not even Harry knows about her," Lucious gave satisfaction in his son's not knowing of any of it.
"If that's the case, then how did you meet her and what were you thinking? Having an affair with some 18-year-old girl, a Potter none the less and you're old enough to be her father! That's just disgusting!" Draco sneered at his father.
"Think what you want of it," Lucious said, "It was during the Tri-Wizard tournament, your 4th year. I was working in my offices and she came up to me asking for a job in my firm. I gladly gave it to her, and soon we fell in love. It's too late to turn back time and change the past, Draco, so don't bother me with this non-sense. You're going to be a brother and there's no changing that. I think you should be going off to bed now. You're going to have to get up in a few hours anyway to be leaving for Hogwarts. You need your rest." His father smiled warmly at him.
*What's this? A smile? How could that be? I'm going mad!* Draco thought to himself. "Yes sir," he simply said and began walking back to his room until he was stopped by his father's voice again.
"Draco?" his father questioned.
"Yes father?" Draco said, turning to face his father.
"Good night."
"Good night." Draco walked back to his room and immediately fell asleep.
He was awoken by his mother tapping on his shoulder ever so gently. "Draco, wake up sweetie." It was as if it were all a dream until Draco sat up and saw his father at the door. He could sense the slowly formed hatred between Narcissa and Lucious. To avoid getting caught between the hatred he quickly got out of bed and got dressed. His trunks were already packed and ready to go last week. Leaving home was something that he awaited every summer.
"But, Lucious, I couldn't stand to be away from you any longer," a woman's voice came out in tears. This certainly wasn't Draco's mother. *What? Father's having an affair? I can't believe this. It's preposterous!* He thought as he sat there listening.
"What if Narcissa finds out? Or even my son, Draco? Then what are you going to do? You're just lucky that Narcissa is still asleep." Lucious paused for a second, "Here, just sit down, and try to calm down."
Draco could hear his father pacing around inside the sitting room. "Lucious, I mainly came to tell you something. I don't know if I can tell you. It's too hard to say," The woman said, still in tears.
"Be out with it then, you haven't much longer till Narcissa wakes up. It's alright," Lucious said sounding slightly frustrated by now.
"Lucious, I…I…I'm pregnant. I found out last week and I knew that I had to tell you," she had finally started crying so badly that she couldn't talk anymore. Draco couldn't believe the words that were coming out of the woman's mouth. *I'm going to have a brother or sister. What's mother going to think of this? She'll be furious.* The blood rushed through his veins as he thought of what would happen.
"How could this be? What am I going to tell Narcissa? But you're only 18. The ministry will surly have my head for this," he said with real fear in his voice. *No shit sherlock.* Draco muttered under his breath. Lucious started pacing around again, going back and fourth across the Persian carpeted floor. Soon he walked out of the room and right past Draco. He felt Draco's presence in the room and turned quickly to see Draco crouched down against the wall. He gave Draco a cold and sickening glare. "You were listening weren't you boy!?! Ease dropping! Nosey little wretch! Tell me, what did you hear?" he shouted.
"Nothing, father, nothing. I promise it. I heard nothing of your conversation." Draco stuttered.
"You lie too! If you heard nothing, then what were you doing sitting there against the wall like that?" his father's words were chilling and painful. Draco just looked his father in the eye and refused to answer him. "Get up boy! Now!" Lucious screamed. Draco got up and walked over to his father. Lucious grabbed him by the shirt collar and stuck a fierce finger in his face. "If I ever, and I mean ever know of you ease dropping again, or if you give one word of this to your mother I'll see to it that you're killed on the spot. Do you understand me boy?" With Draco's nod, Lucious slung him across the room and said one last thing to him, "Remember what I've said to you. Now get out of my sight."
Draco couldn't get to his feet fast enough. As soon as he got up stairs he ran to his room and locked himself in. "Father and I never were as close as most people think. But it's what I'm used to, him having some stupid and outrageous excuse to beat me," he said to himself. He spent the rest of the day in his room not daring to come out, knowing what would happen if his father caught sight of him.
It was during dinner that Draco heard his mother going into hysterics. "Father must have told mother already," he said to himself. "I can't wait till tomorrow, I'll be out of the house for the rest of the year, I can stay at Hogwarts over Christmas, and I won't have to see my father again until summer. By then that woman would have already had father's child. And that'll be another thing for father to some how find a way to get mad at me for. I hate my father," he muttered.
At about half past 1 o'clock in the morning, Draco found himself lying in bed awake. He couldn't sleep because his head was so drowned with thoughts. Draco knew his father would be in the library at this time in the morning, so he got up and came out of his room heading straight for the library. "Father?" his voice said shakily at the door of the library.
"What Draco?" his father asked, apparently he'd forgotten about this morning.
"Father, I wanted to ask you something. You have to promise me that you won't get mad at me for asking." Draco said.
"Fine, fine, go ahead. Sit down," Lucious said.
Draco sat down in front of the desk, which his father was seated at. "Father, who was that woman that was here this morning?" his father abruptly looked up at him. "I know that I told you that I heard nothing, but I heard that she was pregnant. And I know that it's your child, father."
"Yes, indeed, it is my child," he paused for a moment and looked out the window, "Taryn Potter."
"What?" Draco was not only baffled but also refused to believe that his father would have anything to do with a Potter.
"Taryn Potter, she's the woman that was here earlier. Incase you are wondering, yes, she is related to Harry Potter. She's his sister to be exact," he replied with a crooked smile.
"But, that's not possible father! You hate Potters! We all hate the Potter family!" Draco was near to fainting. "How could she be Potter's sister anyway? He's an only child, and she would have attended Hogwarts."
"That's where you're wrong, son. When Lilly and James were still at Hogwarts, Lilly became pregnant and later gave birth to a daughter, which they named Taryn. 3 years later they had a son, Harry. No body knew about what happened to their daughter, the Potters had told everyone that Lilly had lost the baby. But really they were hiding little Taryn with James' sister in London. Taryn attended Durmstang instead of Hogwarts that explains why you had never heard of her. Not even Harry knows about her," Lucious gave satisfaction in his son's not knowing of any of it.
"If that's the case, then how did you meet her and what were you thinking? Having an affair with some 18-year-old girl, a Potter none the less and you're old enough to be her father! That's just disgusting!" Draco sneered at his father.
"Think what you want of it," Lucious said, "It was during the Tri-Wizard tournament, your 4th year. I was working in my offices and she came up to me asking for a job in my firm. I gladly gave it to her, and soon we fell in love. It's too late to turn back time and change the past, Draco, so don't bother me with this non-sense. You're going to be a brother and there's no changing that. I think you should be going off to bed now. You're going to have to get up in a few hours anyway to be leaving for Hogwarts. You need your rest." His father smiled warmly at him.
*What's this? A smile? How could that be? I'm going mad!* Draco thought to himself. "Yes sir," he simply said and began walking back to his room until he was stopped by his father's voice again.
"Draco?" his father questioned.
"Yes father?" Draco said, turning to face his father.
"Good night."
"Good night." Draco walked back to his room and immediately fell asleep.
He was awoken by his mother tapping on his shoulder ever so gently. "Draco, wake up sweetie." It was as if it were all a dream until Draco sat up and saw his father at the door. He could sense the slowly formed hatred between Narcissa and Lucious. To avoid getting caught between the hatred he quickly got out of bed and got dressed. His trunks were already packed and ready to go last week. Leaving home was something that he awaited every summer.