AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter shows another side to the Malfoys. They are
misunderstood because they want to maintain a reputation of mystery and
they need to keep their fear status. But they are not all that bad.
Hence.Revelation. Also a Revelation about Snape. I don't own any of the
characters!
The Revelation
When Harry got back outside only Snape and Lucius remained. They were waiting in the limo and opened the door when Harry walked up.
"What is my name now?" Harry asked bravely. The two men looked at him. "I mean is it, Harry Potter or Malfoy?" he explained. Lucius laughed.
"For all legal purposes, it is Malfoy, but you may continue to call yourself Potter. It actually sounds better," Lucius explained.
"What would I call you?" he asked.
"What am I to you now, Harry?" Lucius asked, suddenly stern.
"My father," Harry replied, looking down from the intense gaze of Lucius's piercing gray eyes.
"That is what you shall call me from now on. I am now the father of the famous Harry Potter," he said and sat back in his seat. Something in his voice sent cold water running down Harry's spine. "And," Lucius added, not looking at him, " Narcissa is very excited. You may call her by her title to you as well. She is your mother now." Harry nodded and leaned into the seat. Snape and Lucius began to talk about politics until the limo arrived at the house. Lucius's wife, Narcissa, stood on the porch and ran to the car when it stopped. She wrapped Harry in a hug and kissed him on the cheek. Harry was startled and pushed away from her. Narcissa was usually very aloof and snobby, and this show of affection was so out of character that Harry couldn't help but be shocked. She leaned down to whisper in his ear.
"Lucius never let me have another child. I come from a big family and now I have one more son to be with," she explained. Harry couldn't help but laugh and hug her back. He hadn't felt so safe with anyone before and it felt good to be hugged.
"Thank you.Mother," Harry said and Narcissa's eyes teared up.
"Narcissa," Lucius snapped and she stood up straight. She shook Snape's hand and led them inside. Harry looked at them wonderingly. She was very misunderstood.
"He married her for her lineage and beauty. When he found out how much of a.softhearted person she is, he tried to change her. It works in public, so Father's satisfied. At home, she is very caring. It drives Father half-insane, but I think that he accepts her now," Draco told Harry, standing next to him. "Now that you are family, she can act natural. Now that you are my brother."
"Sort of. I wouldn't want to be your blood," Harry teased to break the mood and Draco shoved him good-naturedly into the house.
"Crabbe, Goyle and their parents are here. Dobby burned the food again so we're having salad until Mother can fix a roast." Harry shook his head and they walked into the house. Two big, strong boys stood there, waiting for the boys. Crabbe and Goyle.
"Happy Birthday, Harry," they said in unison. They handed Harry his presents. They two boxes were clumsily wrapped, the corners sticking out. He walked into the living room and set them in a corner with the rest of the presents. Harry's birthday was the next day, but everyone was already at the house, so his party was a day early. The adults sat at the table discussing something important and secretive. When Lucius noticed the boys standing around in the living room he stood up.
"Boys, go play outside. The Quidditch balls are in the trunk outside and so are Harry and Draco's brooms. You other two can borrow the extras. Draco and Harry can get them for you," he ordered and sat back down. Harry looked at Draco and they walked outside, followed by Crabbe and Goyle. Gray twilight followed them to the shed where the Quidditch supplies were held. Crabbe and Goyle took the brooms and they all hiked to the makeshift Quidditch field. Harry and Draco were a team and they slaughtered the slower boys. Harry even let Draco use his Firebolt. Once.
"Harry! Draco!" Narcissa called. The boys flew to the house and put up the balls. They walked inside and sat in the living room. Narcissa brought out a huge chocolate cake. Crabbe and Goyle eyed it greedily. Harry smiled and blew out the candles. The cake was divided and was busy being devoured when Lucius urged Harry to open his gifts. The first was from Crabbe. Harry unwrapped it and opened the box it was in. It contained a broom cleaning kit. Harry saw it contained sandpaper and even a book of spells to enhance the broom. Totally illegal in all Quidditch matches, but Harry knew they would come in handy. Goyle's gift was a pink coloured inkbottle. Harry stared at it for a moment before he remembered that Goyle wasn't too quick on the uptake. He probably thought it was black. The next gifts were better. Lucius had given him another Firebolt.
"So you can use the one you have to practice with and use your new one for matches. Don't worry, Draco," Lucius explained, "You get one before school starts." Snape had given him all the ingredients he would need for the next year. Plus some extras. Narcissa's present, she said, was at their mansion. Harry had a feeling it was his new room. Harry's new father finally called for bed and Harry and the other two followed Draco upstairs. Draco and Crabbe would room in Draco's room while Harry and Goyle slept in the spare bedroom. Harry fell asleep on the bed, listening to Goyle snore as he relived his day. Tomorrow he would be 15 and he would begin his new year as a Malfoy. He heard voices downstairs. It was Snape and Lucius. Curious, Harry inched down the stairs. He followed the voices to the kitchen and stood outside of it, listening to the conversation.
"Severus, what would you have me do?"
"Dumbledore knows. He knows your name. Confess now and spare your death. You know that's the best thing for your wife and kid. Kids," Snape corrected.
"What would you know? Your wife died years ago and your daughter hates you," Lucius snapped. "That's how you helped them. I serve the Dark Lord to spare them his wrath. You rebelled once and he killed your wife. I can't go through that."
"I did," Severus said softly.
"But look at you. You teach Potions to a school full of brainless gits led by the biggest one of all. Dumbledore."
"You don't know what you are doing, Lucius," Snape said and Harry heard him disapperate with a soft pop. Harry crept back to the room and crawled into bed. Snape had a daughter? he thought. She must be terribly ugly, if she looks like Snape, Harry laughed to himself. HE respected Snape, but he could not imagine him as a loving father.
The Revelation
When Harry got back outside only Snape and Lucius remained. They were waiting in the limo and opened the door when Harry walked up.
"What is my name now?" Harry asked bravely. The two men looked at him. "I mean is it, Harry Potter or Malfoy?" he explained. Lucius laughed.
"For all legal purposes, it is Malfoy, but you may continue to call yourself Potter. It actually sounds better," Lucius explained.
"What would I call you?" he asked.
"What am I to you now, Harry?" Lucius asked, suddenly stern.
"My father," Harry replied, looking down from the intense gaze of Lucius's piercing gray eyes.
"That is what you shall call me from now on. I am now the father of the famous Harry Potter," he said and sat back in his seat. Something in his voice sent cold water running down Harry's spine. "And," Lucius added, not looking at him, " Narcissa is very excited. You may call her by her title to you as well. She is your mother now." Harry nodded and leaned into the seat. Snape and Lucius began to talk about politics until the limo arrived at the house. Lucius's wife, Narcissa, stood on the porch and ran to the car when it stopped. She wrapped Harry in a hug and kissed him on the cheek. Harry was startled and pushed away from her. Narcissa was usually very aloof and snobby, and this show of affection was so out of character that Harry couldn't help but be shocked. She leaned down to whisper in his ear.
"Lucius never let me have another child. I come from a big family and now I have one more son to be with," she explained. Harry couldn't help but laugh and hug her back. He hadn't felt so safe with anyone before and it felt good to be hugged.
"Thank you.Mother," Harry said and Narcissa's eyes teared up.
"Narcissa," Lucius snapped and she stood up straight. She shook Snape's hand and led them inside. Harry looked at them wonderingly. She was very misunderstood.
"He married her for her lineage and beauty. When he found out how much of a.softhearted person she is, he tried to change her. It works in public, so Father's satisfied. At home, she is very caring. It drives Father half-insane, but I think that he accepts her now," Draco told Harry, standing next to him. "Now that you are family, she can act natural. Now that you are my brother."
"Sort of. I wouldn't want to be your blood," Harry teased to break the mood and Draco shoved him good-naturedly into the house.
"Crabbe, Goyle and their parents are here. Dobby burned the food again so we're having salad until Mother can fix a roast." Harry shook his head and they walked into the house. Two big, strong boys stood there, waiting for the boys. Crabbe and Goyle.
"Happy Birthday, Harry," they said in unison. They handed Harry his presents. They two boxes were clumsily wrapped, the corners sticking out. He walked into the living room and set them in a corner with the rest of the presents. Harry's birthday was the next day, but everyone was already at the house, so his party was a day early. The adults sat at the table discussing something important and secretive. When Lucius noticed the boys standing around in the living room he stood up.
"Boys, go play outside. The Quidditch balls are in the trunk outside and so are Harry and Draco's brooms. You other two can borrow the extras. Draco and Harry can get them for you," he ordered and sat back down. Harry looked at Draco and they walked outside, followed by Crabbe and Goyle. Gray twilight followed them to the shed where the Quidditch supplies were held. Crabbe and Goyle took the brooms and they all hiked to the makeshift Quidditch field. Harry and Draco were a team and they slaughtered the slower boys. Harry even let Draco use his Firebolt. Once.
"Harry! Draco!" Narcissa called. The boys flew to the house and put up the balls. They walked inside and sat in the living room. Narcissa brought out a huge chocolate cake. Crabbe and Goyle eyed it greedily. Harry smiled and blew out the candles. The cake was divided and was busy being devoured when Lucius urged Harry to open his gifts. The first was from Crabbe. Harry unwrapped it and opened the box it was in. It contained a broom cleaning kit. Harry saw it contained sandpaper and even a book of spells to enhance the broom. Totally illegal in all Quidditch matches, but Harry knew they would come in handy. Goyle's gift was a pink coloured inkbottle. Harry stared at it for a moment before he remembered that Goyle wasn't too quick on the uptake. He probably thought it was black. The next gifts were better. Lucius had given him another Firebolt.
"So you can use the one you have to practice with and use your new one for matches. Don't worry, Draco," Lucius explained, "You get one before school starts." Snape had given him all the ingredients he would need for the next year. Plus some extras. Narcissa's present, she said, was at their mansion. Harry had a feeling it was his new room. Harry's new father finally called for bed and Harry and the other two followed Draco upstairs. Draco and Crabbe would room in Draco's room while Harry and Goyle slept in the spare bedroom. Harry fell asleep on the bed, listening to Goyle snore as he relived his day. Tomorrow he would be 15 and he would begin his new year as a Malfoy. He heard voices downstairs. It was Snape and Lucius. Curious, Harry inched down the stairs. He followed the voices to the kitchen and stood outside of it, listening to the conversation.
"Severus, what would you have me do?"
"Dumbledore knows. He knows your name. Confess now and spare your death. You know that's the best thing for your wife and kid. Kids," Snape corrected.
"What would you know? Your wife died years ago and your daughter hates you," Lucius snapped. "That's how you helped them. I serve the Dark Lord to spare them his wrath. You rebelled once and he killed your wife. I can't go through that."
"I did," Severus said softly.
"But look at you. You teach Potions to a school full of brainless gits led by the biggest one of all. Dumbledore."
"You don't know what you are doing, Lucius," Snape said and Harry heard him disapperate with a soft pop. Harry crept back to the room and crawled into bed. Snape had a daughter? he thought. She must be terribly ugly, if she looks like Snape, Harry laughed to himself. HE respected Snape, but he could not imagine him as a loving father.
