Title: Sebastian

Author: F. H. Groves

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I forgot to put one in the last chapter, but here's one now. I don't own any thing you recognize. I wish I did but I don't. But, I do own all characters you don't recognize.

Summery: Everyone knows the story of Lily and James. Well what if there was more to the story than what came to the eyes of the public. Lily had a son, yes, but what if Harry wasn't James' boy. What if he was Lucius Malfoy's?

AN: Hello everyone, I hope you enjoy reading this I don't give many authors notes but the few I will do, will be made to explain questions that are put forward by you. If you have a question or you need something clarified, just ask.

_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_

Chapter One

-Sunday September First 1991-

Eleven-year-old Sebastian Malfoy was packing the very last of his school clothes in the engraved trunk sitting open on his bed. The shear amounts of clothes that the school. His mother had had a field day when she got the list when his and his brother's acceptance letter came early last month.

Sebastian ran through his check list: five sets of open front robes, two dark green, three black; seven button up shirts, three black, two white, and three green; four sets black slacks, and two sets khaki slacks; two black winter cloaks: and so much more.

The young tall blond looked at the clock, 10:13. He had fifteen minutes to get dressed and get to the front hall. He grabbed the traveling outfit that he had laid out the night before and walked in to the bathroom. Quickly he pulled on the black paints and white shirt. He ran a comb through his blond hair and quickly brushed his teeth. He looked at himself in the mirror and noted that he was looking more and more like his father everyday.

Sebastian walked out into his room and grabbed a pair of black boots and put them on. Once laced, he threw the last of his things (toiletries) in to the trunk and placed on the lock.

"Dobby," he called out.

A house elf appeared, "Are you needing Dobby to take your trunk down stares sir?"

"Yes Dobby, and place a feather light charm on it when you're done for me."

"Yes sir."

Sebastian grabbed his wand and traveling cloak and headed out the door. He walked down the many halls and stairways that led to the main entrance. He smiled as the memories ran through his mind.

-Memories-

*Two young boys were playing in a room with toy animals. The bigger was one holding a dragon and the smaller holding a hippogriff.

"Draco, my dragon could kick your hippogriff's butt."

The smaller boy stood up and stuck out his chest, "Nuh uhh."*

Next

*A blond man was holding a young blond boy up side down.

"Are you a chicken? Are you a chicken?!" the man yelled playfully at the upside down boy who was laughing hysterically.

"I'm not. I'm a Malfoy, I'm a Malfoy!"*

Next

*The same man was holding the same boy close to his chest as they flew through the air on a broomstick.

"Higher Daddy! HIGHER!!!" he laughed.

"Hold no tight baby! We're going for a ride!" and the man smiled as his son's laugh grew with the altitude*

Next

This time a blond woman was holding a plate out to two older blond boys.

"Here you go boys', Mummy's best cookies for her best boys'." She said smiling as the munched on the delicious sweets.

"Thank you," came two voices from two stuffed mouths.

Next

The little blond boy was older now, probably nine or ten. He was sitting in front of his father, who had a very serious air about him.

"Sebastian, you know that you're bigger and stronger than your brother. That is why it's your job to help and protect him when you go off to school. It's your responsibility to show the would that the Malfoy's will not tolerate any disrespect. You are older therefore they will be looking at you for how to act. You are a Malfoy and they will naturally accept you as a leader if you want them to. Do you understand?"

"Yes father I am a Malfoy and always have been,"*

-Real life-

The memories flooded through his head as he walked through the house. It was really no surprise to him when he found himself in the front hall his mother was fixing his brother's robes. When she spotted him she smiled.

"Bastian, your late," Narcissa said tauntingly.

"Well," Bastian said waking over and kissing his mother on the cheek, "I don't see Dad so I must be on time."

Draco laughed at his brother's remark.

"Sebastian Octavian Malfoy don't you give me that kind of smart alack remark. I don't care if you think it is funny. It's rude and I know that you know better. Do you understand . . ."

"Now Cissa there was nothing wrong with what he said it was after all the truth." Lucius Malfoy said from the stairs.

Sebastian smiled and called out to his father, "Dad when are we leaving?"

"Just as soon as I kiss my boys goodbye," Lucius held out his arms toward Draco, "Come here Dragon."

Draco strutted over in his usual arrogant manner and gave his father a hug. Draco was a mama's boy and everyone knew it. Sebastian on the other hand was his father's boy through and through. He wasn't afraid to hug his father with all of his might.

Narcissa had walked over to where her sons stood hugging their father and as soon as Lucius had released them she had them pulled into a huge hug.

"You come home safe to me."

"Mum you're making it going off to school a bigger deal than it really is," Sebastian said playfully.

The two adults exchanged glances. To them this was a bigger deal that what both Sebastian and Draco understood. They knew that they could very well loose one of their sons. Sebastian was "their" son no matter who his real mother was. He was the Malfoy heir, and even if the Dark Lord didn't take him away, there was still the possibility that they could loose him.

"Your right, baby. I guess that I'm just going to miss you. Oh look at the time you had better hurry the portkey is set to go in two minutes."

Draco and Bastian grabbed a hold of the trunks that had appeared by their sides and smiled at each other. They were finally getting away. They were going to school. They were going to be with other kids their age. They would be getting away from each other.

Malfoy Sr. held out his hand, in it was a small crystal ball. They knew the drill; both eleven year old blonds touched the portkey and held their breath.

"Ten . . . Nine . . . Eight . . . Seven . . . Six . . . Five . . . Four . . . Three . . . Two . . . One."

The world around them buzzed away and Sebastian found himself catching his balance from the landing.

"I really hate portkeys." He said to his father as he regained his balance.

"I know but we don't have the time, grab your bags and follow me." Lucius turned and started walking toward the building at the north side of the very large court yard.

The boys drug their bags as fast as they could (which wasn't very fast). They watched as their father walked in to the main entrance on the northern end of the courtyard. When they finally got to the front steps a house elf appeared and took the bags from them and they walked in side followed by a few other older boys who were laughing and cutting up.

Inside there were three lines that led to three different rooms on the sides of the large entrance hall. Above one of the doors on the right was the numbers 6 and 7. Above the other were the numbers 3, 4, and 5, and the one door on the left had the numbers 1 and 2.

Draco grabbed his brother by the arm. "Look there's Dad," he said pointing to the line on the left.

The two Malfoy's ran over there and stood quietly next to their father who was talking to a man with red almost auburn hair.

"So you think that the dark lord is going to choose Jacobs as the next minister," the red head said questionably.

"Well he certainly has been hinting all summer about it. You know the prelims are starting next January, so I really don't think it matters now. Kale I would like to introduce you to my boys." Lucius grabbed both of the boys by the shoulder and pushed them in to the view of the red haired man. "This Is Draco the younger and this is Sebastian the elder. Boys I'd like to introduce you to one of your new teachers Mr. Percival Johnston. He'll be teaching your combat classes."

Sebastian nodded, as did Draco.

"I'm looking forward to taking your class." Sebastian said to the professor.

Draco said nothing he just stared

"I'll take you over here sir," called one of the men sitting behind a table.

"I it was nice seeing you Kale, until next time," Lucius said pushing his boys toward the man who called

"Name, last then first then year," the man said briskly.

"Malfoy, Sebastian and Draco, first."

The man flipped through his papers, "here you are, Sebastian Octavian and Draco Lucius." The man turned to the stack of envelopes behind him and pulled out two letters, "Sebastian you'll be staying in the Caldwell dorm Draco you'll be in the Kaiser dorm. We separated all siblings if possible, know that it is not just you who are being separated it is also numerous others. In those envelopes are everything that you need right now, Room key, school map, and a copy of your schedule. Lunch starts at noon and ends at one thirty. Dinner is at eight o'clock sharp you are expected to be on time and in uniform, Dress completely in black. Where a green shirt and green outer robe tomorrow for classes, I'm Professor Mozak, and I look forward to seeing you both in transfigurations,"

The man handed Lucius the envelopes then yelled at the next person in line, "I'll take you down here."

The blond family made there way out of the main building. They stopped near a tree to say their last goodbyes.

"Goodbye Father, I'll see you at Christmas," Draco said somberly. He nodded to his father, took his envelope, and walked away headed toward the dorm with a large K above the entrance.

Lucius smiled at him as he left then turned to the elder of the two, "Listen be careful this year and do get into any trouble. I won't tell you how important it is that you don't fail, but let me warn you that if the Dark lord favors you, you'll be 'rewarded'. That isn't necessarily a good thing. I didn't tell you before because I didn't was Draco to hear, you made the highest scores on the entranced exam for your year. Lord Voldemort told me he's watching you and if he likes what he sees he is most likely going to take you away and train you with his elite."

Sebastian looked confused, "what do you mean by take me away?"

"What I mean is that you will be taken away from me and your mother and you will never see us again."

"Then I'll just perform badly and be at the bottom of the class," the young blond smiled.

"Listen to me, normally that would be a good idea but you cannot hold back it could mean death," Lucius is very quickly.

"What are you saying? I don't understand, Dad . . ."

"What I'm sating doesn't matter. Just do your best no matter what the consequences, Know that your mother and I love you very much, and you'll always have a place to run to if you ever need help. We still have this year; he won't take you away until next year. Here, take this and get going I'll see you a Christmas." Lucius handed him the parchment envelope.

Sebastian looked at his father and threw his arms around him, "I love you Dad, and the dark lord can never take that away."

Lucius kissed him quickly on the forehead, "go on. People are starting to stare. I'll see you at Christmas, good bye Bastian I Love you."

"Goodbye Dad," Sebastian said mournfully as he turned toward the dorm behind him it had a large C above the entrance when he turned back around, in hopes of seeing his father. He watched as his father appeared away. Suddenly he felt very scared, what had his father meant when he said it could cost him his life?

_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_

The dorm was very simple there were five levels on the bottom level were numerous rooms some were designed as recreation rooms while other were for study. Bu the most interesting thing about this level was the entrance hall. There was a large navy blue banner with a black scorpion stitched into it hanging above the trophy case that had numerous trophies, some from dueling some from Quidditch. Since the school was only ten years old this room was quite impressive.

The top four levels were all identical. In the center there was a mass bathroom with six toilets and six showers. There were two sitting areas on opposite ends of the dorms and all along the outside of the halls there were seventeen rooms. There were two boys per room except for the floor chaperone's room which had its own bathroom and office/living room.

Sebastian walked up the stairs to the top floor. When he reached the top level he looked around for a door with the number that matched his key. 506 . . . 507 . . . 508. Here it was room number 509. He opened the door and looked around it wasn't muck but it was going to be home for the next Seven years. It was really basic there were two lofts on ether side of the room and underneath each was a study desk. There were no decorations what so ever. He would have to write home for some.

Sebastian walked over to the only window in the room that was in the middle of the wall adjacent from the door and looked out at his view. It was a large brick building with six large white marble columns. There were two brick buildings in the east and the west, and one building in the south that looked similar to the one to the north but with out the columns. Side walks connected each of the buildings around the perimeter there were tow sidewalks that connected the perimeter creating four rectangles. Na d in the middle of the courtyard where the two sidewalks bisected there was a six point star set in concrete

Sebastian walked over to loft that had his trunk sitting at the bottom of the ladder. He quickly started to up pack hanging all of his robes and shirts on the hangers that were in the small closet and placing all of his other clothes in the chest of drawers. He pulled out the rest of his things and put them away. After he put his trunk up on the shelf in the top in the closet, he looked at his watch he had thirty minutes until lunch. He was about to start to change in to his robes when the door to his room opened.

A boy with black hair walked in.

"Hello," Sebastian said cordially.

"Hi, the room isn't exactly a sight for sour eyes. I think it needs some posters or something. Name is Blaise Zabini."

"I'm Sebastian Malfoy; it's nice to meet you. I hope you don't mind took the right hand side of the room."

"No I don't mind. Hey do you know what Basic training is?" Blaise asked holding up his class schedule.

Sebastian picked his up and looked it over, "Where did you get basic training? I don't have it."

The dark haired boy walked over and read over the blonde haired boy's shoulder. "Oh that's why. You have leadership then right there," he pointed the last period on the b block, "the rest of our classes are the same"

"Well that's nice to know hey do you like Quidditch," Sebastian asked in an excited voice.

'Yeah, my favorite team is the Falmouth Falcons what's yours?"

"Really? They're my favorite, hey why don't we go find the owlery and get my father to send over some posters and stuff for the room we can talk about Quidditch on the way there?" Sebastian asked his new room mate who agreed eagerly.

The two left the room and started out on their search for the owlery discussing different things but mainly Quidditch, when they finally found and left the room it was almost noon, the stood in the main courtyard and watched as dozens of students made their way to the north building where the dining hall was located,

"Lunch is about to start, I guess we might as well head over therewith the rest of the school," Blaise suggested.

You go a head I'll be there in a few minutes I just want to go and look around the grounds while there is no one around to bother me." Sebastian said smiling,

"Okay see you then." And Blaise walked off toward the north building with the rest of the student body.

Sebastian walked in the other direction toward the south building, he climbed the steps when he reached the large building and found it locked, so he turned and walked to the corner of the grassy area and found another sidewalk that led out to the Stadium that he hadn't noticed before he decided to walk out there,

The path was long but when he stepped on to the stadium field he felt exhilarated. He wanted to be on the school team so badly, but it was a well know fact that first years never made the school team not even the dorm teams. If there was one thing his father taught him it was not to set your goals too high.

Slowly Sebastian turned three hundred and sixty degrees taking in the sight. What would he not give to play on the school team? There was no harm in trying, was there? He could play any position. He would let them choose the position for him if it got him on the team. Maybe if he got on the team maybe he would be allowed to invite his father to come see him play.

Sebastian looked around and spotter the school broom closet it was in between two door along side the perimeter which he assumed were the locker rooms. He walked over opened the door and pulled out one of the brooms. It was a Comet 360 not the best but certainly the worst broom. He smiled climbed on and took off. He flew around for a few minutes and decided to do a few dives. The dives gave him a thrill; he had always had this kind of thrill when he rode a broom, even when he was really little when his father would take him flying. He flew higher and higher then in a split second he was diving gaining speed every second, the ground was fast approaching. It was getting closer and closer and just as he was about to crash he pulled out of the dive.

"Hey you." Someone called.

Sebastian jumped and fell the last five feet to the ground. He thought everyone would be at lunch he was obviously mistaken. Sebastian picked up the broom that had fell a few feet away and stated running to put it up. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to bother anything," he yelled to the boy that was hurriedly walking over.

"Hey, kid, I'm not angry. What dorm are you in?" the older boy questioned. When the older boy grabbed a hold of Sebastian's arm when he tried to run away, "I'm not angry; I just want to know what dorm you're in."

"Why does it matter to you?" Sebastian said pulling against the older boy's hold.

"I don't have to explain myself to a first year what dorm are you in?"

Sebastian pulled harder but the older boy held fast. He then did something he never thought he would ever do to anyone other than Draco. He arched his neck, and he spat in the boy's face.

After the boy let go Sebastian ran out of the stadium and to the north building as fast as his feet would carry him he ran up to the doors and just as he was about to open them, when they open by themselves and two boys bumped into him.

"Hey watch it kid," one them yelled as he continued to run past them.

He ran into the great hall and found Blaise sitting at one of the center tables. He walked over, trying to catch his breath.

"Hey Blaise, what's good here?" Sebastian said as he sat down on the bench next to his roommate.

"Well," he paused looking around, "the chicken pretty good. That's what I had but as far as I can tell it's all pretty good."

"Good, I'll try that."

Just as Sebastian reached for the plate of chicken sitting in the middle of the table there was a very loud bang from the front of the dining hall,

_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_

Mucho Gracias Reviewers. Only ten so far but I love you all.

• Drusilla: thanks for breaking your habit and reviewing

• Knee-Shell

• Nathalie

• Meamz

• kaelindarkstar: sorry took so long it was school that kept me writing. Dang midterms, I hate 'em.

• HailJade Snape: Thank you very much if you ask my friends they'll tell you I had been workin' on that for months. (in fake surfer accent) Oh and, dude, - just between you and me- YOU SO TOTALLY ROCK!

•ArouraAbbie Snape: (I smile brightly at the screen) thanks.

• purplefirepheonix

• angel malfoy

• SisterKrystal: luv ya babe.

To everyone: Review. Review. Review.