Disclaimer: I don't own anything you can legally tie to J.K. Rowling. However, I felt like pulling them out of the closet to play with. Madam Giry belongs to the Phantom of the Opera, and Fauntleroy belongs to my favorite Christmas movie "Little Lord Fauntleroy."

Classes had started for the year. They were entertaining to say the least. There were a couple of new teachers across the head table. Professor Jarred Fauntleroy was the new Arithmancy teacher, Professor Remus Lupin was teaching DADA again, Professor Miguel Capulet taught Ancient Runes, Professor John Bondsmith was the Muggle Studies teacher, where as Binns and Sprout kept there respective classes, as did Severus and McGonagall. However, there was a new teacher by the name of Madam Giry who took up half the art classes. Draco, unfortunately, had her. Ironically, though, was the fact that Professor Severus Snape, Evil Git of Hogwarts, was the other 'art' teacher. In fact, he was the one to head Ryider's Swing Dancing Class. To say the year had started of interesting would have been an understatement. But, all good things had a price.

So far, everything had been a little overwhelming for Ryider. He had to act as though everything was new yet this had been his home for the better part of five years. True to form, his life was never ordinary.

His mind kept drifting to the first impressions he had made. Alas, he had earned his spot in the Slytherin hierarchy but running out of the welcoming feast because of an impending seizure had turned more than a few heads.

Currently he sat in front of the fire. With his homework done, he was merely waiting for Draco to come back to the common room. They had plans to talk with father in their room. Normally, a sixth year student did not get their own room but Severus had arranged for him and Draco to share without the customary other to roommates.

Ryider was too lost in his thoughts to notice Draco walking into the room. It was after he heard the rustle across the carpet and a figure sit in his favored armchair did it register. Ryider looked up at Draco and sort of half smiled. He felt a shiver run down his back and through his body. Draco's eyes fell to his brother's arms as a small amount of trembling was becoming more and more prominent. Ryider slowly started to tremble, his entire body resigned to the uncontrollable movements. Draco moved swiftly over to Ryider and wrapped his arms around him. He brought him back to the chair he had just left and sat Ryider in his lap. He continued holding the wrists as he talked soothingly to his brother.

"Ryider! Ryider! Please settle down. No one will hurt you here. Stop… Please Ryider stop, Ryider come on stop. It is time to take back control. Nothing will hurt you here and I will not let you fall." Draco said into the other boy's ear. Ryider still shook violently, thrashing against the strength Draco had over him. Each movement becoming more fierce as panic slowly took over the unseeing young man. Draco decided drastic measures needed to be taken. He pushed Ryider onto the ground and pinned his arms and legs down to calm him. Nearly a half an hour had passed before Ryider finally stopped struggling and was laying limp on the ground breathing heavily. He gently climbed off the younger boy and pulled him to his feet. He was careful to allow Ryider to lean on him for help without it looking like a weakness to anyone who would stumble upon them. Determinedly, they walked down the hall to their respective room.

Surprisingly, it was their father that found them. He watched his sons silently as Draco was struggling with Ryider, who was trying to get up the stairs. He waited a few minutes before he moved towards the boys. It was a matter of pride but something had obviously happened and he wanted some answers. He moved towards them and lifted an exhausted Ryider into his arms. The sixteen year old curled into his father's chest; He was nearly asleep when they reached the room. Ryider was lain onto his bed and tucked in. His evened breathing could be heard almost instantly.

Lucius turned to Draco and the two sat on his bed. Lucius was watching his sleeping son silently before he turned back to Draco and began his questioning.

"What happened down there?"

"I walked in and he started shaking so I held him until he calmed down. Then you walked in and saw us. Which reminds me, why are you here?" He said quietly, as not to wake the sleeping boy.

"Is he okay?" Lucius asked worriedly. The emotion shining through his eyes only.

"He will be but you will need to talk to him."

"Alright. Let him sleep and I must be off. I have work to do for 'the ministry.' Be safe." He bid farewell to Draco and swept from the room, uncharacteristically channeling Snape.

Shortly after the door shut, Draco undressed and he too joined Ryider in sleep.

The Next Day

The following day they were woken by a very insistent knocking on the door.

"Hey bitches, it is time to get off your lazy asses."

Draco opened his eyes just in time to see a very pissed Ryider heading for the door. He was already dressed in a striking outfit that was sure to turn heads. He heard the door fly open and sat up to see the conflict.

"What the hell do you want, Nott?" Ryider said with hidden anger. Draco was sure that his eyes were blazing yet his voice was firm and to the point.

"You, lâche, need to get your arse downstairs. Professor Snape is waiting for you." Nott sneered.

"Somehow, I doubt that because he would have come here." Nott just smirked at him and Ryider bid farewell to Draco, following the sinister boy into the common room.

Draco rushed to the shower, unbeknownst as to what was happening in the common room.

Common Room

"I knew you were lying to me. A true Slytherin can hide his intent." Ryider smiled a sweet, yet deadly smile. He could sense the others in the room. Two were behind him, hiding in the shadows, and there were two behind Nott. He found it almost comical that they thought they could take him.

"I've seen the weakling you are. How sickly your body is and how you do not belong in Slytherin." Nott snarled.

"Lâche, I am far from it. You have not seen what I can do. You forget the family I belong to. I stand here alone, awaiting your first move, while you seek to ambush me with the two boys behind me and the two behind you. I say that if it were I who was truly lâche then I would have the gang, not you. Are you too much of a Hufflepuff to face me on your own?" Ryider knew instantly that he had struck the hardest core of any Slytherin. To say the Sorting Hat was wrong and that they did not deserve to be there, as their family had, could, and would, enrage any Slytherin; let alone, a Pureblood.

"I will show you a true Slytherin." Nott spouted but was stopped as a fist with inhuman strength hit his jaw. He could hear the others advanced on the boy before darkness took him.

"Expel…" Two other boys were cut off as Ryider sent two stunning hexes their way without ever glancing back.

"I do not bow down to the likes of you. If you dare cross me again I will not hesitate to take your pride and your life. Do you understand me?" His voice was deadly calm as though one was in the eye of the hurricane. Having already seen the storm and the calm but knowing it is far from over and the rest will leave no one standing.

"The remaining boys nodded fearfully. An emotion not often associated with these people.

"Good. Then you may inform anyone else. This is my one and final warning. Do not make your life worse by messing with me. Looks can often be deceiving." With that he turned and swept from the common room, never aware that Draco had witnessed it all.

Ryider walked slowly towards the Great Hall. He was wondering where Draco could be. 'Merlin, I know he can be vain but this is ridiculous.' He thought with a smirk. It wasn't long before his brother arrived.

"Hey." Draco's presence was acknowledged with a nod. "What happened after you left?"

"I put some snakes in their place and told them off. Nothing that couldn't be handled. Though I would have liked to see Sev." He smiled at the mention of the professor's name before his cold mask fell back into place.

They arrived at the Hall in time to hear Dumbledore stand up and ramble on. Though there is one thing that caught his ear. "Classes are canceled until Friday and professors are to meet in my office after breakfast."

Ryider nudged Draco. He leaned over to whisper "I need to talk to you after this. With no classes for three days we can meet in our room."

Draco gave a slight nod before returning to his breakfast. When they were finished they exited together and headed for their room.

The rooms were as they had been this morning. Ryider and Draco collectively cast silencing and privacy charms to ensure everything was between themselves only. Draco turned back to Ryider, "So what did you need?"

"I need you to look at something and promise me you won't flip out. I also need to ask a favor but I can get father's help if need be. I want your oath as a wizard that everything stays between us." He recited seriously.

"Why an oath?" Draco was not refusing outright but trying to gain information. It wouldn't work.

"Because you will find out some interesting dynamics and secrets that I do not wish anyone to know at this time. Also, you are Slytherin. If I know father, I know you."

"Touché. I give my oath, as a wizard, that anything revealed to me today shall be kept a secret between us." He vowed easily.

"Alright…" and so his tale began. He told Draco about his childhood, omitting the names, and through his birthday to the present day. "You know me as Harry Potter and my seizures are because my mate is close but I have not claimed him or her."

"Oh." For once, Draco was struck dumb. It wasn't so much that he was mad, it was more shock. "Can you prove it?"

He silently opened his shirt and turned around. Amidst the heartbreaking amount of scars, a striking lightning bolt was present all the way down his back. But there was something at the bottom, halfway below the waistline. It was a circle that Draco had seen. But where? He remembered, it was the same one his godfather wore on his wrist. He staggered back in surprise. Ryider felt the sudden movement. "What is it?"

"Severus is your mate." It wasn't a question or an inquiry. It was a fact.

"Yes." came the quiet, almost heartbroken reply. He put his shirt back on and turned to his brother, tears in his eyes. "Yes, he is. This is one reason for the oath." His voice suddenly became hard. "I will not be a burden to him and force him to be with me. If it happens, he will initiate it."

"He deserves the truth."

"Yes, but his pride will not let me say no. I will tell him but not now." He started shaking and Draco did as he had any other time. He pulled him down and talked quietly to him. A small voice broke the tense silence. "Are you angry with me?"

"No, I am surprised and I wish I had been told sooner about who you were but you are family. I do think you are wrong about Uncle Sev though. Now, you had a couple other things to talk about." He smiled at his little brother. It was a genuine smile that, for once, didn't need to be forced.

"Yes, remember how I told you of my inheritance? Well, until I can find my vampire mate, I need blood. But the only substitute I can use is that of my family." At Draco's panic stricken face he rushed to explain. "It is painless and father has agreed should you not wish to help. Neither of us will force you or coerce you. But it would be easier if you agreed."

"How often and wouldn't it feel sexual?"

"It would be once a day, at night, and I can heal the bite marks without problem. Normally it would be a sexual experience but since my mind and body know it is family then it just becomes a normal feeding. I take the blood from a pulse point, preferable the neck, and drink. You would have a Blood Replenishing Potion on hand and father would supervise the first few."

"You really have thought this out. How Slytherin. Let me talk to father and then I will answer you."

"I will not need to feed for another two weeks. Halloween night is when my time is up and I must feed daily to survive. If not, my body will go into shock and lose the blood I already have. I will see you later. I have some items I need to give Sev so you can talk to father when you wish." Ryider smiled and began walking towards the door. He paused at the door to say "Thank You," never looking back at the Blonde's face.

8pm that night

Ryider whispered the password to Sev's rooms. The snake hissed at him but 'said' nothing as he disappeared to allow entrance.

He had always been taken by the rooms. A light, cream colored carpet with deep blue walls in the main room. The other rooms had been done in a mix of silver, green, and black. Not that it was very shocking but his rooms always held a component of comfort. It was inviting, in a twisted sort of way.

There was no one in sight when he got there. He assumed the professor's were still out on business for the Headmaster. 'Oh well, I'll just wait for him like normal.' So Ryider curled up, much like a kitten, on the floor near the fire. He drifted off peacefully and slept soundly until he felt a presence behind him. His eyes flew open and he scurried forward into the corner, personal demons bombarding sane thought.

"Ryider, shhh, it's me." The voice was soothing and warm like honey.

He looked up sheepishly. 'Sorry, Sev, I'm just a little skittish."

Coal eyes danced with mirth and a smile could be seen. "You covered it well." He retorted, the words dripping with sarcasm.

"Ha ha. You are a riot, though it has nothing to do with your words." He giggled. "I have something for you." He walked over to his abandoned robes and fetched the Pensieve sitting beneath them. "This is from father. He said you had wanted to see it."

"Ah yes. You can place it on the table and resize it. I'll look into it in a few minutes." Ryider placed it on the table as he watched Severus pour some age old Scotch.

"I'll leave you to it then."

"Wait. I would like you to join me in viewing the memories. Maybe you can give some explanation to my questions."

"Yes, sir."

Sev downed his Scotch and together the fell into the silver swirl of memories.

Both were thrown into a darkened room. Not unlike that of the Dark Lord. It gave off a creepy feeling but not completely terrible. It shifted slightly to a Death Eater meeting. Though the masks were worn, it was easy to tell who was who. Voldemort sat high on his thrown, gloating about his power and how Dumbledore could never win. It was a mass of torture and terror until they were all dismissed; all except for one.

Lucius Malfoy stood tall and proud to the left of his master. It left both Severus and Ryider wondering what its significance was. They didn't wonder long as the conversation began.

"Luciusss, we have some guests today." He hissed.

"Milord?"

"I have been approached by some of Dumbledore's people and asked to allow them to join. Tell me what you think."

Four people entered that room. It was the four people that would never be suspected as spies. James and Lily Potter, Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black; Dumbledore's original Gryffindor Golden children.

Ryider watched impassively but his mind was reeling. All had been expected except Remus Lupin. How had he managed to hide the mark for so long? How did he support Voldemort when he was a kind hearted man? Each question became bolder within his mind as the memory continued.

"Why are you four here today?" He questioned idly.

"We are here to serve you." It was Sirius who spoke up this time. "Dumbledore has crossed me and my friends in the worst of ways. We will not allow him victory."

"Why should I allow you to join me?"

"I have no answer for that, My Lord."

"How has Dumbledore crossed you?" He hissed expectantly.

"He has come between me and my mate. He interfered with our bonding and has forbidden me to seek him out. I will not stand for this." Sirius growled low in his throat but remained bowed before Voldemort.

The Dark Lord looked towards Lucius and noticed a strange sense of worry about him. Of course, he knew of what the mutt was talking about. Lucius had told him everything but figured he feared what he might do if his mate was harmed. "Very well. However, I have a few conditions." He smirked evilly, his young looks twisted with evil. "You will come to meetings and be marked but no one shall know or you will regret it. Cross me and you will wish you'd have died. Do you pledge your loyalty to me and only me?"

"Yes." No one hesitated.

"The werewolf shall not be marked on his arm." Remus looked up at him, fearing he would be killed. "However, I have use for you. I will mark you on your lower back. I know it is a werewolf's weak spot so the mark shall not fade nor will you be resistant. Alas, no one is to know who you are besides us six. Whether associated with me or not, you are my spies and will not be compromised because you opened your mouth. when you graduate next month I want you to come here directly afterwards. I have plans for you four. Come forward." They did as he asked. He cast secrecy charms on them so they could not speak of anything and Mosmordre on each.

The scene faded as they bowed to their Lord once more. Ryider heard Snape mumbling about how he never knew but turned his attention back to the next memory.

The scene flashed to a room with Severus, Lucius, Sirius, and one unknown wizard. Sirius looked deeply pained look on his face and he was screaming.

"Never again Lucius. You will never be allowed in the bedroom again." He spoke between breaths.

"Push one more time Black." Severus said as he shoved another potion down his throat. He was right. One more push and a beautiful baby boy was screaming in triumph. He was cleaned off and given to his parents.

"Do you have a name?" The medi-wizard asked.

"Ryider Kiernnan Black- Malfoy." Sirius smiled and then nodded to Lucius.

"I'm sorry old friend but he ordered secrecy." The last sight of that scene was of Lucius obliviating the medi-wizard and Severus.

It sped into another scene. It showed them in the middle of a street. Sirius and Lucius were caring for baby Ryider and Remus was with them.

"Thank you." It was Lucius who had said this. "I promise to come for him soon."

"I will care for him as if he were my own. Safely I will hide him from both sides."

"Does he know?"

"Yes, the Dark Lord is aware and Dumbledore thinks I am just hiding from the 'Dark" side."

"Be safe and well my friend." Both parents leaned in to kiss their son goodbye. "We love you Ryider. We will come soon."

At last, the memories stopped and Ryider sighed quietly. "They never came." Both parties pulled back and sat heavily at the table.

"What ever happened to them?" Snape sighed heavily.

"Dumbledore separated my parents and cast a spell on Lucius to make him believe Narcissa was his mate. Sirius was condemned when Dumbledore fed you the false prophecy to have James and Lily killed. I was abandoned in the disaster and so I was sent somewhere no one would ever find me; the Muggle World. I lost my parents and myself." Rider talked quietly, knowing Severus was listening intently.

"How did you get here?"

"A little help from a friend brought me a long way. I talked with Lucius and everything was confirmed."

"Tell your father thank you and thank you as well for explaining everything."

"No problem Sev. I'm always here."

"I know brat." He said affectionately. "Now off to bed. It is late."

"Goodnight Sev."

"Goodnight."

Ryider grabbed his robe and walked silently out the door and out to the Slytherin Common Room. His sleep would be disturbed as the facts swirled guiltily in his head.

Draco awoke in the middle of the night and crawled into bed with his brother. Trying, and succeeding, in soothing the troubled boy back to sleep.

The following day was uneventful until Potions. Both managed to complete the assignment but were called to stay after. The class was let out and they remained behind.

"Draco," Severus caught the teenager's attention. "I was wondering if you would like to stay with me until Christmas?" Out of the corner of his eye, Draco could see his brother's face fall before schooling to the impassive mask he seemed to have perfected. Before Draco could answer, Severus had turned to Ryider. "Ryider, I would also like to extend the invitation to you. It is true we are still getting to know each other but I do enjoy your company." Now addressing them both, "you do not need to answer me now as it is only nearing Halloween but please let me know at least a week before the train leaves. No later than December 6th, alright? Now off you go. It will be dinner soon."

"Goodbye."

Days flew by quickly as the Summer breezes became an Autumn chill. It was one day in Arithmancy where the forgotten question was brought to a forefront by one minute of uneasiness.

Ryider had felt queasy. He knew his time was running down but he refused to badger Draco and he had been to busy to call his father. He knew it was dangerous but his insecurities continually whispered that the world would be better off without him. On top of that, he had been boggled down with homework; which, of course, he used as a flimsy excuse.

His attention started going out of focus, as though his contacts were becoming a hindrance. He could feel his canines lengthening in his mouth as the classroom became oddly quiet. The ebb and flow of blood could be heard echoing inside his head and the rush of the crimson liquid filled his stomach with a burning.

Professor Fauntleroy continued rambling on about complex equations that had yet to be solved over the centuries. Amazingly enough, it was a Gryffindor who noticed how pale Ryider had become and the slight perspiration upon his brow. Ryider was unaware of it all.

"Professor Fauntleroy?" Neville Longbottom bravely asked.

"Yes, Mr. Longbottom?"

"M-Malfoy isn't looking to well." He nodded towards Ryider, who had taken to gripping the table until his knuckles were white.

"Mr. Malfoy?" The professor attempted to get his attention. "Mr. Malfoy?"

"Professor." Draco stood up, finally understanding what was happening. "I would like permission to take him to Professor Snape. He is the best to help as he did over the summer."

"As you wish, Mr. Malfoy. The homework is three feet of parchment on the equations mentioned during lecture and you both are excused from the rest of your classes."

Draco walked cautiously towards his brother. He gently placed his hand on the whitened knuckles and waited for his presence to be recognized. He took the extra book bag and the boy gripping the table. No one would see the disturbing sight, that Draco did, when pitch black eyes with red pupils stared unseeingly at him instead of the normal liquid silver.

He rushed to his godfather, unsure what would happen if anymore time was wasted. He mentally berated himself. He should have responded to Ryider. He never mentioned the original favor past that day and Draco had let it go; nearly costing Ryider his life.

He made it to Severus' chamber and said the password. He took Ryider into the main room and laid him down on the couch. He murmured a few silent spells to keep the boy from moving but still keeping him comfortable. He made a beeline out of the room and towards the Potions room.

He moved swiftly through the door and towards the professor sitting at is desk. He looked up with a raised eyebrow but Draco paid no mind. He stared directly into Sev's eyes and silently demanded he 'see' what he was needed for yet only allowing the memories of the blood conversation to come forward. Everything else he blocked because he knew it was important to Ryider and wasn't necessary to help..

"I see." He responded evasively. Draco wanted to scream in frustration but refrained out of curiosity when Severus rose to his feet. He exited to his office and came back around five minutes later, trailed by Dumbledore himself.

"Your class will now be covered by the Headmaster until such time as I return." He turned to Dumbledore. "The rest of my classes will have an assignment in the library." He handed a piece of parchment over and left, motioning for Draco to follow.

Once out in the hall, Draco felt it was safe to talk. "What did you tell him?"

"That I had a personal emergency." His lip twitched with the irony.

The walk was filled with a tense silence as they arrived at the portrait to his rooms. As the portrait closed, Ryider could clearly be seen struggling. He wanted something and he wanted it bad.

"What do you need me to do?" Severus asked in a clinical voice.

:I need you to call father, get some blood replenishing potion and some pain reliever. Father will know what needs to be done but the rest I can not tell."

"If you can not tell then why must I help and not Madam Pomfrey."

"Because we are family and I am under a wizard's oath to keep my mouth closed." He smiled slightly but needed his father. "I will take him to our room. Please send father with the supplies. He can get in with the password 'Silence is Deadly.' Please tell him it is urgent. Thank you Uncle Severus."

Severus was royally confused, as he watched the two young men leave, but knew the seriousness of the situation. He hurried to the fireplace and retrieved Lucius. Lucius came through the floo almost before Sev had stopped talking.

"What is the emergency?"

"Draco came to find me after Ryider started having a fit of some sort. Draco refused to let me examine him but distinctly asked for you. I, for one, wish to know what is going on." Severus growled though his voice was laced with concern.

"He has health issues that can be damaged by magic examinations and it is not my place to tell you. It is only serious if he does not mind himself." Lucius stated calmly. "Will you tell me where they have gone?"

"To their rooms. Anyway I can help?"

"No."

"Here's what Draco asked for, the password is 'Silence is Deadly,' and you better hurry, Ryider looked feverish." Snape nodded to Lucius and the older man left in a flurry of robes.

He moved quickly to the room, spoke the password, and closed the door in time to see Draco binding his brother and stunning him.

"What is going on?" He said in a quiet voice, that meant he wanted answers and he wanted them now.

"I can't say. I'm under oath but you can look." They stared at one another until his answers were found and then his voice came back to him.

"You never answered him so he let it go. Why did you not help him?"

"I was confused and he never mentioned it again. From what I know about him, he thinks he was a burden and didn't think he was worth the effort." Draco said sadly.

"Alright, here's how it will work. I want you to take off your shirt and sit against the headboard. I will revive Ryider and ease him until he can take some blood without harm. He will use my wrist until the bloodlust is eased and then he will feed from you. Agreed?"

"Yes, father."

Ryider was revived but not unbound. Lucius slit his wrist and put it gently to Ryider's lips as the spell was removed. The youngest Malfoy fed feverously and latched to the wrist. When Lucius felt himself growing too weak he talked his son into closing the wound with a promise of more blood. His arms slid around the boy and the red eyes had receded to their normal silver. As they walked closer to Draco, a touch of fear could be seen in his eyes. Ryider started to shake his head but Lucius did not let his son move back. Slowly, and carefully, they moved forward and Ryider was placed on his knees in front of Draco. Draco bared his throat in an attempt to yield Ryider into accepting. He did and Draco felt a sense of peace, after the initial pain, it just felt addicting. Not at all sexual like he had believed, but then again, Ryider had explained the reason behind that. All too soon, Ryider pulled back sated and closed the wound.

The young Halfling laid down on the bed and instantly fell asleep. He was unaware of the two other Malfoys on ether side of him.

It was two a.m. when Ryider found himself awakening. He blinked the sleep from his vision and looked around. He noticed his brother lying on his right and his father asleep in the chair near the left of his bed. He crept out of bed, careful not to wake either of them. He made it to the bathroom and locked the door, but he didn't get much farther. His stomach rolled violently and he emptied everything into the toilet. The contents were a sickly crimson, scaring Ryider incredibly. When he reached the dry heaving stage, he pulled back and leaned against the bathtub. He had no idea what to do. In fact, he was so deep in thought that he never heard the lock click or Lucius come in. Seeing legs enter his line of vision, he stared up helplessly, his eyes swimming with frightened tears. Lucius looked from the bloody mess to Ryider. He banished it and pulled his son up onto the lid of the toilet.

"'m sorry." He whispered as he avoided his father's eyes.

"Don't be. Do you know why you got sick?" He asked gently, already knowing the answer.

"No."

"You got sick because your body was not eased into the amount of blood you consumed last night. It also didn't help that you went into bloodlust before your first feeding." He scolded softly.

"What is bloodlust?" He asked curiously.

"It is when your body is deprived of blood to the point of starvation and the urges become uncontrollable, posing a threat to those around you and yourself. It can be poison if you drink too much. Did you not tell Draco about this?"

"I did and told him I wouldn't need an answer right away. When he didn't answer me I accepted that."

"And you didn't call me? You didn't think about me or how I could help. You just gave up. You didn't even go to Severus for knowledge on spells or potions nor did you do anything to prevent the inevitable. " Lucius' voice grew heated and became laced with anger. Though Ryider never heard it, there was mounds of pain and fear fueling that anger.

Ryider's eyes had glazed over in the rant and his demeanor turned defensive but his mind was buried safely in his thoughts. He spoke from his heart and censored nothing as each word just spilled out. "I didn't call you because I refuse to force you to come here to help me. I didn't bring it up with Draco because I will not force him when he is so frightened of me and who I was. I will not tell Severus; this is my secret. Finally, I'm just not plain worth it. You want to know the truth? I'm not fucking worth it and I'll be damned to hell before I allow anyone to give up anything for me."

Lucius forced Ryider to look at him. "If you were not worth it, I wouldn't have come here. Draco wouldn't have been so frantic to help you. You are a Black and a Malfoy. You are my son. There is nothing you do not deserve. Do you understand me?"

"Why am I being so emotional?" He asked, effectively changing the conversation without answering.

Lucius sighed and responded. He made a metal note to go back to that conversation. "This is a suspicion but I believe it is accurate. Firstly, your body is going through so many changes so fast that your body and mind have become overwhelmed and the emotional bases is being shaken. Secondly, from what I gather, you have issues with your past that have left you vulnerable and insecure when certain subjects are approached. Lastly, I know that you are a caring person and tend to take the weight of the world on your shoulder, which, in turn, brings down the barriers you have built around your emotions."

"So I'm a freak and mental." He gave a bitter laugh before leaning his head onto his father's chest. They sat like that for the longest time before Lucius broke the moment.

"It is time to get up and shower. You have class in an hour or so and you still need to eat. I'll go get your brother while you are in the shower." He kissed the top of his forehead and smiled as he left the bathroom. The door shut with a click and he turned to find Draco laying half on the floor, puking uncontrollably.

"Draco!" Moving with a swiftness of ten years younger, he banished the mess and lifted his son into his arms. He could feel the signs of a fever as it set in. He walked to the bathroom door and yelled for Ryider to hurry to the Infirmary. There was no time for questions and he moved through the silent halls with the speed of a raging dragon. He reached the doors and moved towards Poppy's office. He caught her attention and they took Draco to one of the back rooms.

"What happened to him?"

"I do not know. I came out to talk to him and he was getting sick. When I picked him up, I noticed his fever. He hasn't been sick like this in a long time."

"What was wrong last time?"

"Just the Wizard Flu. Every child gets a case of it so it was nothing out of the ordinary."

"Alright. I need to you step outside the curtain while I examine him. Your signature will interfere with his because you are related. I'll notify you with the results."

He nodded and back out to wait for Ryider as the tests were being conducted. Not five minutes later, Ryider came skidding through the doors. Panting, he asked, "what happened?"

Lucius told him of everything that had happened and the two waited in silence for nearly and hour before Madam Pomfrey and, shockingly, Severus came out from her office. Severus looked between the and launched into his explanations of what Poppy had found.

"Draco's body looks as though it has been fighting itself for months now. I can't explain exactly what it is but we believe it to be his inheritance. You, Lucius, are a Veela but Draco is not. At sixteen, a Veela enters his or her inheritance. However, that did not happen for him. With you being his father, he should have been at least half Veela. Unfortunately, Narcissa was his mother."

"And that means…" Lucius growled angrily. He wanted answers. Severus seemed to understand and pressed forward.

"Lucius, Narcissa had elf blood in her veins. Whether she came into inheritance or not, I do not know but she knew of what she was since diets and lifestyles must be altered. Also, it is common knowledge that…"

"if an Elf mates with a Veela, and an offspring is the result, the child will fight both inheritances until death because the natural chemistry in both sets of blood is volatile." Lucius finished, having memorized the textbooks of his race.

"Correct. His Elf blood is domineering over the Veela blood. By all rights, if he survives, he will never be Veela. His body is far too resistant. However, we came up with a solution. I can make a potion that has the base of Dragon's Blood and add some salts to it, along with some ingredients for diluting purposes." Severus quieted and waited for the explosion.

"You wish to poison my son. Merlin, you are his godfather. Veela's are highly allergic to Dragon's blood, especially in high doses. He still has the blood of a Veela."

"With this potion, he won't. His body will not survive with his body trying to kill itself. However, if I can rid him of his Veela blood, leaving only Elf blood, then he will survive and still come into his inheritance."

"Why can you not leave the Veela blood and rid of the elf. You will make him the only one who is not Veela." Lucius said, still not happy with the results.

"The scans show the elf gene is dominating. He wouldn't have been a Veela anyway. His body received the recessive gene but the dominate gene that brings out the elf. It is your choice on whether or not we proceed but he will die without the Potion." Madam Pomfrey said sadly, entering the conversation for the first time.

"Can I see my son?" Lucius asked quietly.

"He's in the back room."

"Thank you." Lucius headed towards the secluded room; alone.

Ryider stayed with Severus and sadly watching Lucius go to Draco. He felt two warm arms around him and looked up to see Sev holding him. He turned around so his head was buried in the strong chest and cried. None of them ever heard what happened in the next room.

Infirmary: Draco's Room

Lucius didn't even bother to sit next to the bed. He sat directly by his son and held his hand. Quietly, he spoke the most honest feelings he had ever told the young blonde.

"I love you Draco. I know I don't say it much and I'm sorry if it ever seems like I don't care but I will always love you. I don't know what to do. I will not let you die but how would you take this deception. How much will you hate me that I could not give you a choice. I'm sorry I have failed you. I want you to know that this will change nothing between us. Forever you are my son and Hell will freeze before I let you go without a fight. Please forgive what I am about to do." Tears traced his tired face as he pressed a kiss to the fevered forehead.

Main Infirmary

"Severus, you will get what you need for the potion. I leave his life in your hands. Please do not fail him."

Two Weeks Later

Silver eyes opened to a pitch black room. His head throbbing and his body hot. He felt someone sitting near him. "Hello?" He cringed at the scratchiness of his voice. A glass of water was pressed against his mouth. He drank greedily and tried once more. "Hello?"

There was still no answer but he was pulled into a pair of strong arms. He knew instantly it was his father; although, he was slightly shocked at the affection. He had always known he was loved but it was rare when hugs were given or received. "Thank Merlin." Draco heard the relief in the voice around him.

"Father."

"No. Tonight I am your dad. I love you." Draco went to respond but was silenced. "Shh. Rest Now." With that Draco was asleep.

Everything was explained to him in the next few days. He didn't take the deceit very well. He had loved his mother but this caused great confusion for him. He finally came into his long awaited inheritance. His appearance changed the most. His hair became the purist of blonde and fell to the middle of his back. It was silk like and beautiful. He grew pointed ears that Ryider called adorable. Of course, Malfoys don't do adorable; not that that stopped Ryider. Salt and the stronger spices were taken from his diet and Ryider continually fed from Lucius. He had stopped feeding from Draco after the second time because his body had trouble replenishing the amount needed. Time came and went. Draco received an invitation from one of his best friends to spend a week at his home. Of course, what Draco didn't know was that his friend liked him. Blaise Zabini was in for one hell of a surprise.

Ryider accepted Severus' offer whereas Draco passed since he would see Sev the following week anyway.

When the day of holidays came, Ryider bid farewell to Draco and Blaise. He smirked at hi brother; he could smell the arousal of them both and the nervousness since neither new the truth. It was almost funny. When everyone was out of sight, and in Hogsmeade, he turned back to face his own demons. He went in search of the one person he needed to confess the truth to and accept whatever fate would throw.

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