Title: Into A Lie.
Disclaimer: don't own nothing.
Rating: PG 13
Warning: swearing.
Spoilers: PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP
Draco Altus Malfoy glared at the bright red phoenix that sat on the desk in front of him unaware of the looks he was getting from the other occupants in the room. His hands were gripping the arms of the seat in a grip so tight that his knuckles were white. He wasn't aware of anything around him, all he could think about was the news he had been told since getting up this morning.
He was the son of the Dark Lord, his parents had always known this. They had just never told him.
His new father wanted him back so he could take his rightful place as second in command.
Oh, he didn't mind all that so much, it was more the fact that he had been lied to and had his powers suppressed that pissed him off. He had been betrayed, lied to by the people who swore they would always love him.
He had known that his parents had trouble trying to conceive and that they had resorted to some desperate means to have a child but this was just, just sad.
But somewhere inside he realised that of course they would have gone to You-Know-Who. Lucius was a loyal follower, one of the top Death Eaters. Who better to go to for help then his lord and master? But with this knowledge came other thoughts. Like did they plan this all along? Did his father, his mother and Voldemort plan it so the dark lord had and heir? If they did it was a pretty good plan. No one would ever suspect that he was the dark lords son. From just looking at him you could tell straight away that he was a Malfoy.
Or he could be wrong and this could be some sad sick joke.
"Draco?" he jumped slightly at the sound of his name. Looking to his right he meet his mothers searching eyes.
"Are you all right?" she asked.
He stared at her in hick. Was he all right? What sort of question was that??
"No mother I'm not all right. How can you expect me to be all right after finding out that im the son of the evilest and most feared wizard in history? Would you be all right?"
She winced at the tone in his voice.
"Draco, I know this isn't easy for you but we need you to co operate so we can figure out what we are going to do." Albus Dumbledore said quietly.
Baring his teeth Draco replied "fine." settling back in his seat he crossed his arms over his chest and tuned his glare onto the headmaster.
"Headmaster, if I may?" Severus asked. Albus nodded and straightening up the potions master began to speak.
"As we know Draco is the Dark Lords son. The Dark lord wants him by 12 pm tonight and we have less then 14 hours in which to come up with a plan of action. We have two options. One is to give Draco to the dark lord and let him take his place. The other is we keep Draco with us and go against the Dark Lords plans. The main question is what do you want to do Draco?"
Draco turned and looked around the office. His mother was still sitting on the floor beside him looking at him expectantly. His father stood on the far side of the room, his eyes never leaving his son a blank expression on his face. The headmaster sat behind the desk pulling what looked like some sort of sweet apart while his head of house was looking him straight in the eye, an unreadable expression on his face.
"I don't know." He admitted.
Lucius let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding and strolled over to his son.
"I think its time a few other truths came out. Nacrissa do you want to tell him or should I?"
She looked up at her husband." Maybe you should tell him." Nodding the blonde haired man sat down in the empty chair beside his wife.
"As you know, I am a death eater. I was 16 when I received the mark, which was a normal age to receive the mark. At the time I wanted the mark. I hated muggles and mudbloods even though I had had nothing to do with muggles. I had been brainwashed from the day I was born to believe they were scum and beneath us, much as you have. As I got older I only became more aggressive and more focused on the Dark lords goal to rid the world of them it wasn't until you were born and I found out your true parentage that I began to turn my back on the Dark lord. "
At this point Lucius had an odd smile on his face, almost like he found the whole thing funny in a twisted, bitter sort of way. He paused before continuing.
"The turning of my loyalty to the Dark Lord had nothing to do with what he was doing, more the fact that he had played a Malfoy. He had betrayed and deceived me and I hated it. So I betrayed him. I knew that Severus was a spy and had been for a few months, so I began passing on information to him. The only people that knew of this were myself, your mother, Severus and Albus. I am not a member of the Order of the Phoenix and nor will I ever be. I still detest muggles and have very little tolerance for mudbloods."
Here he paused. And looking over to his son he smiled slightly in the same way he had before.
Draco stared at his father. He was a Death Eater, well he all ready knew that but he wasn't loyal and nether was Severus? That didn't make any sense. Why had they never told him? This was just getting more and more screwed up.
"Why?" he chocked out. "Why have you never told me this? Why wait until now to tell me?"
This time it was Narcissa that answered.
"We didn't know whether you would be able to act the way we needed to. You had to be a Malfoy. You had to hate muggles and muggle borns, you had to act like the next generation of death eaters. We didn't know whether you could act like that in public and be who you really are in privet. We didn't tell you for your own protection. To every body else you are the son of the Dark Lords right hand man. Everyone expected you to act like you were. So we let you think Lucius was a loyal follower and bought you up with the same beliefs that any other Death Eaters child would have. We felt it was best." She finished.
"The choice is yours Draco. You can go to Voldemort or I will give you protection from him." The headmaster said softly. Draco looked down at his feet. Before replying in a small voice so unlike his usual one.
"I will not go to him."
A relived smile broke out on he old mans face while Narcissa threw herself at her son hugging him to her. Lucius and Severus shared a smirk before launching into ideas on how they should go about this.
Draco blocked out his head of house and his fathers voices as he looked at the headmaster. Cool grey almost silver meet bright twinkling blue. Dumbledore smiled and reaching down he pulled a light mahogany box out of a draw on the right side of his desk. Bringing it up so that it sat on the desk he pushed it over so that it rested in front of Draco. Reaching out and picked it up Draco opened it. At first glance it looked like a sphere about the size of an apple was resting on blood red velvet but on closer inspection Draco found that it was actually made up of hundreds of tiny little octagons.
Draco gasped as it changed colour. From a dull grey to a dark almost blue black with threads of white and silver traced through it. Draco looked back up at the headmaster.
"What is it?" he asked quietly.
Leaning forward so that he was resting his chin on the tips of his fingers Dumbledore answered slowly.
"This Draco is your birthright. Does the name Tom Marvolo Riddle mean anything to you? No? Well some 70 odd years ago a witch fell in love with a muggle man. After an intense affair she found herself with child. Because of this she told her lover that she was a witch. He hated it. Hated magic and thus hated her. He abandoned her and his unborn child and a few months later she gave birth to a baby boy. She sadly died giving birth to her son but managed to name him. Tom Marvolo Riddle was raised in a muggle orphanage until he came to Hogwarts where he was sorted into Slytherin house. He was very bright and the top of his year so naturally he was made prefect and later Head boy. Tom was, well into the Dark Arts. He craved power and was very ambitious but other then that a very nice and well mannered young man." Sighing the headmaster let his hands fall into his lap.
"When he left school no one heard of him for many years. He disappeared and when he returned his was so different. His appearance had changed radically as had his mannerisms. No longer polite or nice he had found an intense thirst for the dark arts and had drowned in them. He had created a new image and a new name for himself. A name that became the most feared name in the wizarding community. If you rearrange the letters of his name you will find that they spell out I Am Lord Voldemort." He trailed off.
Swallowing Draco asked the question that was burning in his mind.
"What does this have to do with me? Other then the fact that he's my fa- you know?"
"His mother was the last descendent to Salazar Slytherin. Meaning that Voldemort is also a direct descendent to him."
He looked up at Draco over the top of his half moon glasses.
"Meaning that you are the heir of not only Voldemort but also of Salazar Slytherin."
AN yah! Another chap done. Hehehe. I am sorry for any mistakes in this but my better has gone away and I really wanted to get this posted, I did check it but there might still be some wrong. Thank you to my reviewer, I'm glad you like it.