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A/N: Well, here is the next chapter and I hope it continues to please. I am still sorry for the inconvinence of writing HP HP HP when I wish to change scenes or time frames but my comp hates me so we must all suffer. Don't hurt please.

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Draco was already seated at the table when they entered. He had looked up as the door eased open, ready to ask why his father was late, but kept quiet when he saw the young man following closely behind him.

It was astonishing how much the boy resembled a Malfoy. What clinched that outrageous belief was when he and the unknown stranger locked gazes. The brilliant silver had specs of black inside. The eyes were so alive but seemed troubled at the same time.

His thoughts were chased away when his father's rich voice was heard.

"Draco." Lucius made sure to lock gazes before continuing. "This is Ryider. He will be staying here, with us, indefinitely should he so choose."

"Why father?" Many believed he would not question his father but in the privacy of their home, Lucius was a kinder man.

"Because he is your brother."

Ryider had a sinking feeling as to what might happen and his fears were realized when he saw Draco's reaction. The grayish eyes had gone wide with shock as he glanced from Ryider to Lucius and back. His mind was reeling as he tried to figure how that was possible when the boy was damn near his age. With all the time his mother had been alive, she had only been pregnant once; right?

Draco ate the rest of his breakfast in silence and avoided eye contact with the other to people surrounding him. Only once did he look up and that was nearly twenty minutes later as the conversations started once more.

"Ryider, after breakfast is finished I would like to continue our conversation from last night. If it is also acceptable, I would appreciate if Draco could be included since he needs to be informed about you as well as part of my past."

"That is fine." The reply was quiet and short.

Draco could keep his silence no longer. There were so many conflicting emotions. Confusion, anger, betrayal, and even a little hope was felt. His mind was going into overload. "What have you been hiding from me?" He intoned harshly.

"You will be informed after we are finished."

"You bastard. Why not now? Is this some dirty little secret you tried to forget and he just showed up. Is it so bad you had to hide it from me?"

"Draco," Lucius growled warningly.

"No, I want the truth and I want it now, you egotistical dick." Draco had no reservations about talking to his father like that because he was pissed. He would deal with the consequences later.

As the argument grew more heated, Ryider grew more restless. He had never liked confrontations. Both blondes continued to be oblivious as to what was happening as his mind was assaulted with images from childhood. The yelling meant it was his fault. 'It' never mattered what happened because he was a freak so it was always his fault. His breathing was growing rapid and shallow but his energy was spent keeping his wings in. He could feel the blood pounding and abusing his skin, where the wings were anxious to escape.

A new development was found as claws became apparent. His resolve finally shattered. He had been healed; had stopped. He'd been cutting brutally since he was old enough to feel every second of abuse; to understand it. Eight months he had been clean and resisted. Even times when he was abused, used and thrown away. However, this was entirely frightening to him.

His claws unconsciously shredded his wrists from the rubbing before either of the arguing pair realized his state of mind. Somewhere in his head, he felt strong arms pulls his wrists away from him. Thrashing did no good as he was overpowered, but he needed- wanted- to run.

Words penetrated his mind though it was hard for him to realize they were his own words; in his own voice. "Please, no, please. Promise to be good. Not worth it; not wanted. I will leave, please stop. Never bad again; don't hurt. I'm sorry, so, so sorry." Tears were racing down his cheeks between each choked sob and he was oblivious to the world; locked in a world of the past.

"Snippy."

"Yes, Master?" The tiny house elf asked his imposing master.

"I need a healing potion, calming draught, and a blanket; immediately." Lucius growled. "Draco, Come hold his arms apart and out so I can heal him and stop the blood flow." Draco felt sympathy as he complied with his father's demands and could here Ryider still muttering even as the wounds healed.

When the house elf appeared again his father took his place next to Ryider while he took the supplies and instructed the little creature that they were not to be bothered. With that out of the way, he walked slowly back to the unusual pair.

"Ryider, please, don't be afraid." Lucius was quickly becoming frustrated. The boy was so far withdrawn that nothing he was saying or doing was calming the distraught boy. He managed to tighten his hold, not painfully but, enough to keep the boy still while not hurting himself more.

"Father, let me try." Draco stepped forward and made the decision to help the boy and question them later. Since he was clueless as to what to do, he just started talking nonsense like he would if he truly had a brother. "Ryider, do you enjoy Quidditch? I always wanted a brother who could give me a true challenge. You are going to need to calm if that will happen. I would like the chance to get to know you but you must take these potions; okay? What do you think of that?" With each sentence he stepped closer to his 'brother' until he was on his knees in front of him. He coaxed both potions down the teen's throat and watched the claws slowly retract as his father released the boy. The same boy leaped suddenly into his arms and hugged him fiercely. Draco hugged him back; saying one word, "Home." He saw the thankful pride in his father's eyes as he just held the new addition to his family.

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After everything had calmed down, they all adjourned to the living room. It was a cozy area with a maroon armchair and a black velvet couch surrounding a huge fireplace. A small fire was created with a simple word as they took a seat. Lucius sat on the left end, closest to the door, of the couch while Draco took the other end. Ryider took the lonesome armchair closest to the fire; he still felt as though he was imposing.

The silence waned on. Each was lost in a rivalry of thoughts and relief after the earlier events. Ryider decided to speak up; his voice timid and shaking. "I'm sorry, Lucius. You took me in when I showed up unexpectedly and I just continue to impose on you by freaking out. You don't need that…or me." His voice died in a whisper by the end of his words as he stared at the wood floor beneath him. He didn't want to see the disappointment or pity in their eyes. It would be better if they just kicked him out and forgot he ever existed. He never wanted to burden them. Even if he never received the full truth, they had already given him much more than any other had attempted to give. The past would never be forgotten but it was a long way towards forgiven.

"I will never give up on either of my sons. I spent sixteen years believing you to be dead and I will be damned if I let you walk from my life again. If I did not want you here I would have told you to leave when you woke up. You came for answers, though I am unsure as to how, and I will give them; to both of you." Ryider stared into his father's eyes, gauging the truth. There was no mask present to hide his emotions; everything was laid out bare for him. Only pure sincerity and truth could be found in the emotion filled eyes. Those were definitely two words Harry Potter would never have associated with Lucius Malfoy; though Ryider Black-Malfoy was doing just that.

"Draco," Lucius began again. "There are a few things about my past I have omitted from you. I was not always with your mother. When I turned sixteen, I came into my Veela heritage. When I couldn't find my mate, the Dark Lord found a combination of a spell and potion that would suppress my nature long enough to conceive my wanted heir. Your mother and I were never compatible but I love you dearly with every breath. Unfortunately, the combination dissipate faster than anticipated and I was close to death. After that, I do not remember much about the events following that but the Veela in me found its mate, thus Ryider was created." His voice was strongly laden with emotion as his eyes pleaded desperately that both his sons listen to everything.

"I was only conceived to beget you an heir?" Draco's voice was laced with hurt and self imposed shame as he interrupted his father's explanation.

"No, Draco, you were my first born. I had always wanted you, it just needed to happen faster than expected. Nothing I tell you, either of you, will change my love for you. I have made choices, even mistakes, but I would not know where I would be if I didn't have you." He offered a small, reassuring smile to Draco and Ryider alike before continuing his tale. "After Ryider was born, my mate was taken from me. I recognized the scent and confronted the person. It had bee Dumbledore who interfered. I went to the school, as everyone knows what happens when a Veela without its mate. However, and I hate to admit it, I was caught off guard. I was bound by a powerful spell and could hear an ancient spell being recieted in Latin and my eyes locked with Narcissa's. From that day on, I believed her to be my mate."

"Father, who was your mate? Why is it just now we are finding this out? Why did I not inherit the gene?"

"Draco, my mate, and Ryider's father, was Sirius Black. Honestly, until last night, I didn't remember a word of what I am telling you now. Last year, at the Department of Mysteries, I felt a sense of familiarity when I saw him but nothing more. I felt déjà vu and pain that day; however, since your mother died the same day, I assumed it was that. Then, Ryider showed up last night and the spell was broken." Lucius voice was laden with emotion and tears pooled in his eyes, unable to fall.

An audiable pop was heard and all three heads turned abruptly to the noise. "Master has a guest."

"I said we were not to be disturbed."

The tiny creature shrunk back even more. "It was Mr. Snape."

"Tell him I shall be there shortly. Let him wait in the foyer." The cold mask dropped as he readied for company. "You two may stay here or explore."

"May we go see Uncle Sev? It has been a long while."

"Only if Ryider agrees. I would like you to make him comfortable."

"Ryider?" Draco prompted.

"It is alright with me."

"Then you may go greet Severus and let him know I will be out soon." He said resolutely.

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Draco was literally dragging Ryider from the room to the foyer. Ryider wasn't protesting but still needed a slight push to keep moving. They walked together and there was Severus Snape. Draco ran forward, like a little kid, and gave his 'Uncle' a hug. Ryider just hung back, watching the pair.

Severus raised an eyebrow as he greeted Draco. "Hello, how's it been?"

"Good. Why have you not visited?"

"Draco, you know I am busy during the summer…" He began.

"Yes, yes, making potions." Draco interjected sarcastically.

"Brat." Severus smiled. "Now, it is rude not to introduce everyone to a guest."

"Severus, this is Ryider. He is my brother."

"…" If ever Severus Snape had been speechless and surprised, it was then.

"Father will fill you in." He replied.

Ryider stepped forward and put out his hand. "It is nice to meet you sir." Everything seemed to be going smoothly until they shook hands.

Ryider tensed visibly and let go of the hand. His body became surrounded by a Black flame that crashed with a countering Violet shade. A silver glow was the outline of his lithe body for several minutes before it all disappeared.

The blonde and Raven-haired man watched his eyes roll back in his head and made him collapse on the floor in seizures.

From the doorway, one voice boomed. "What the hell happened?"

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A/N: Sorry to leave you there. Must run to finish dinner. I Promise to update soon. Got to Run.