Harry stood nervously outside of the dining room, wringing his hands as he tried to find his supposed Gryffindor courage to go inside.

Maisy was standing beside him, her eyes big and concerned as she patted his knee almost absently in comfort. He felt sick, his stomach was in knots.

The events of the afternoon before had been massive, and things had definitely changed, the Malfoys had let him in, but that was part of the problem, in his head they were still the Malfoys, not mother or father. They had taken a step forward but there was still 10000 left to take.

But they wanted a relationship with him, and Merlin but the little boy in him wanted the comfort they had offered him yesterday.

But could he take it from them?

Not to mention Draco. He had made it more than clear he didn't want Harry in his house, and no matter what Lucius said he wasn't interested in having a brother, especially not Harry.

He hadn't come down for breakfast, he had begged off saying he was still feeling a little washed from his headache the night before. A poor excuse considering he had had the potion the night before, but the best he could give.

However, Lucius had sent a request he join them for lunch rather than eating in his room as he had for breakfast.

He could detect the undertone to the request, however, Lucius wanted him there at lunch. He just didn't know what damage him refusing to eat with them would cause, and so here he was. Petrified to go in and risk a repeat of the last time he had been in this room.

"...will go and see if he...Harry!" Lucius blinked as he opened the door only to find Harry hovering outside. Maisy squeaked and popped away leaving Harry by himself.

"I was just...well...I was..."

"Will you join us for lunch?" Lucius asked softly, stepping back and motioning inside. Still trying to find his courage Harry stepped forwards, and moved on automatic into the room. He was immediately relieved to note that Draco was not there. And instead of the large dining table that had been here last time, there was a little circular table Narcissa was seated at with a welcoming smile for him.

He hesitated unsure which seat he should take, so Lucius pressed his hand cautiously to his shoulder and guided him into a seat.

"Would you like tea?" Narcissa asked after the silence had started to become more than a little uncomfortable. Merlin, he had no idea what to speak to people like this about!

"Yes please," He answered before dragging his brain for something. "Is Draco joining us?"

"No, he is sulking and has chosen to spend today with Blaise. I will go around later to get him," Lucius explained.

"I didn't realise he and Zabini were that close," Harry said as he lifted his cup to take a sip.

"They are betrothed," Narcissa said a little stunned. Harry spluttered on the mouthful of tea that he had just taken, and then winced back when Narcissa reached for her wand. She seemed to realise what she had done, and it seemed she had been going to cast that spell on him again, but she quickly raised her hands away from her black wood wand to show she wasn't going to use it.

The silence became awkward again until Harry spoke. "I thought he and Parkinson were together,"

Thankfully Lucius and Narcissa laughed at that, even if it was a little strained. "Draco is terrified of her. So is Blaise for that matter, she wants to be Mrs Malfoy badly," Narcissa explained.

"Harry, what happened the last time you were in this room..." Lucius said gently, but Harry hunched into himself a little anyway.

"We should not have used those spells on you. They are not designed to hurt, just to startle. We have been using it on Draco for a few years when he slips out of his manners, which he has been taught. We didn't think. As we have explained we did not think that you would want a relationship with us, but we hoped that we could at least give you the best chance in life by teaching you about how to survive in our world. That means manners, knowing how to talk to people, traditions and so on. We did it on automatic. We did not take into account that you are not Draco but a very different person with a personality that is very different," Narcissa explained.

"And perhaps a history that you will trust us with when you are ready?" Lucius said, his blue eyes far too knowing for Harry's liking. "We promise that we will not do anything like that again,"

"Ok," Harry licked his lips nervously, but knew he had no choice but to trust them on this. "It's..."

"Yes Harry?" Narcissa nodded encouragingly, realising clearly that he was trying to tell them something important.

"It's just...it's hard for me to trust people. After everything that has happened, even before all of this, I've been tricked and betrayed by people I trusted and liked. And then this. People that I thought cared for me, people I loved and trusted, to find out they have all been lying and using me. It makes it difficult. And I know...who you are to me, but you are complete strangers. I can't just..." Harry frowned down at his hands unable to find the words that would not hurt them.

"It's ok Harry, we won't pretend that it doesn't hurt, but it is more than understandable that you feel that way, especially after everything that has been revealed, and it is not your fault that you feel that way," Lucius assured him.

"It is different for us, you see," Narcissa said softly, splaying her hand over her heart. "You had people in the place of your parents, even though you did not know them for very long... those people were your parents to you. We understand that shifting your view to see us, people you don't really know, as your parents will take time and patience on both sides. For us, our baby was never there, he was just gone, and though we imagined what you would be like, though we pictured you in our lives every single day, you weren't there. For us finding you, and having you in our lives is easy, because we have always loved you, and getting the chance to get to know you, to get to love you, and to have you with us is a dream come true. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I do," Harry smiled. "I want to get to know you, I want to trust you, to...love you...I want a family," Harry admitted.

"Well then, how about we start with what is your favourite sandwich?" Narcissa asked, obviously trying to lighten the mood.

"Chicken and bacon, or corn beef," Harry laughed.

"There that is a start. I actually like cheese and ham, and Lucius likes chicken and cucumber," Narcissa told him as she held out the plate of sandwiches for him.

"I like them too," He suddenly felt stupidly shy as they smiled at him.

"What is your favourite subject in school?" Lucius asked after a brief pause.

"Defence Against the Dark Arts, it's my best subject as well, though I do quite enjoy Transfiguration,"

"What are your grades in it?" Narcissa smiled.

"Outstanding," Harry answered.

"Really? That's wonderful! What are your other grades?" Lucius asked proudly.

"Well they're not as good. I have outstanding in Care Of Magical Creatures, but then I only have exceeds expectation in Transfiguration and Astronomy. Acceptible in the rest," He shrugged before looking up confused when they didn't say anything.

Lucius and Narcissa were both sitting looking a little pinched, but obviously fighting with themselves to not say something.

"What?" He asked slowly. Lucius and Narcissa glanced at each other, then back to him, and they looked incredibly torn.

"Harry...We aren't... we don't want to be pressuring you, or making you feel uncomfortable," Narcissa said slowly.

"Ok," Harry tried to fight back the defensiveness that he could feel building, and instead tried to listen to what they were about to say. They were clearly nervous about saying this.

"Those grades, they aren't going to get you very far for a career, or whatever it is that you want to do with your life, your Defence, Astronomy, Care of Magical Creatures and Transfiguration marks are very good, but the rest Acceptable is not a grade that you want to have to get to do what you want in your life,"

As Harry was opening his mouth to argue Narcissa added to Lucius' explanation. "We looked over what you were doing with Mr Grundings, and despite his treatment of you, and the short amount of time that you had with him, under an incredibly difficult set of circumstances, you did amazingly. You were really coming on leaps and bounds in learning. You clearly have the brains, and the ability to do much better than Acceptable,"

"I..." Harry started to say before frowning and really thinking about it. "This sounds like an excuse," He sighed.

"Go on, we will listen," Lucius assured him. And the look on his face told him that he really was willing to listen.

"I guess, it's not that I can't do it, but aside from Hermione there was no one to really notice if I was doing well in school or not. I tried, and I knew it was important. But there was no one to be proud if I did well, or care if I did badly," Harry said slowly.

Narcissa and Lucius stared at him for a few moments, but just as he started shrinking into himself, Narcissa reached out and cover his hand.

"Will you allow us to care?" She asked.

"What do you mean?" He asked cautiously.

"We care about your life, we care about you doing well and getting the opportunity to do whatever you want with your life, and that includes getting good marks and doing better," Lucius explained.

"I guess... but no Grundings, or anyone like him," Harry said quickly.

"Someone like him will never, ever be getting near you again. If anyone tries to hurt you, you speak to us straight away!" Narcissa said fiercely.

"Ok," Harry smiled a little.

"For who will be teaching you, we have someone in mind. We have spoken to Marcus Flint's brother Samael, he is willing to come and teach you, you can meet up with him first, see if you are happy with him teaching you. If you are not, then we will find someone else," Lucius promised.

"Ok," Harry nodded after thinking it through.

"Thank you," Lucius smiled.

"So, what else do you like to do?" Narcissa asked.

"Well, flying, that would be an obvious one,"

"Not Quidditch?" Lucius enquired surprised.

"No, well I love Quidditch, but for me it's the flying itself that I love more. There is something freeing about getting to fly and let go," Harry smiled.

"Have you eaten enough?" Narcissa asked with a smile, glancing at Lucius.

"Yes," Harry answered confused.

"Then come with us, elf fetch Harry's broom," Lucius demanded as he stood.

Maisy popped back in nearly straight away holding Harry's Firebolt.

"Thank you, Maisy," Harry said gently, taking the broom and patting her shoulder. Lucius and Narcissa glanced at him confused when he straightened, but Maisy smiled happily and popped away.

"This way," Narcissa turned and led the way through the Manor to a drawing room with French doors. Between there and the dining room, Lucius and Narcissa pointed out different parts of the house. Paintings of people that were his ancestors, heirlooms that were part of his new history. The paintings were all watching him with interest and some of them called out greetings to him.

Harry sucked in a breath when they stepped outside, and he saw the gardens around them. They were breathtaking. Roses of all colours were laid out with little pathways leading between them to different parts of the garden. It looked like something from the paintings of Renaissance gardens.

"Harry?" Narcissa asked.

"The gardens are beautiful," Harry said a little breathlessly, turning nearly in a circle to try and see the extensive gardens.

"You like gardening?" She asked brightening a lot.

"Yes, quite a lot. It not so much the herbology side of it, but the actual gardening side," He said absently, still looking around at the beautiful place.

"I handle a good amount of the garden in that area. The whole thing is a little much for just one person, but I have a section that is mine. Maybe you would like to join me now and then?" Narcissa suggested nervously.

"I would like that," Harry smiled nodding.

"Come, this way," Lucius was smiling a little more as he led the way through the gardens until he gasped when he realised what they were leading him to. A Quidditch pitch.

"Can I?" Harry asked excitedly.

"Go for it," Lucius nodded.

Needing no more encouragement, Harry hopped onto his broom and took off. The rush of the wind around him almost washing away the stress and worry, the pain and confusion of everything that had happened the last few weeks disappearing. He shot through the air, spinning loops, flying up as high as he could, and then spinning around tightly and dropping nearly vertically down towards the ground, pulling the broom up as last last minute and skimming the ground with the toes of his shoes.

He wasn't sure for how long he flew, it was at least an hour, but likely longer, when he finally landed in front of Lucius and Narcissa, who had stayed there, watching him and waiting. Narcissa's hand was over her chest, and when he landed she reached out for him, gripping his shoulder as her blue eyes scanned over him.

"That was amazing and terrifying to watch," She breathed out. "I think I had a heart attack about 17 times,"

"That was wonderful," Lucius beamed proudly.

"Come I will show you my gardens," Narcissa beckoned him hopefully.

Harry stormed away, his heart thundering in his chest, anger washing hot and cold through his body, his eyes were seeing red, but he was desperately holding onto his temper, knowing that it would do no good for him to lose it.

"Giving up already, Potter?!" Draco spat. Harry paused. It was the way he said Potter. He was making it more than obvious what Harry's place was here, and it was anything but a Malfoy. "Aww did I hurt baby brother's feelings?"

Harry's fists clenched tightly. It was one thing for Draco to harass him, it was another for him to use this against him, like it was Harry's fault.

"Do you think this is fun for me?!" Harry roared, spinning around so fast that Draco, who had been walking towards him nearly tripped over himself slightly to stop. Blaise was standing behind Draco, looking a little wide eyed and worried now.

"You..." Draco started to say, but Harry just shouted straight over him.

"My whole life has been ripped to pieces! The man and woman who I thought were my mother and father, who I mourned and longed for, who I dreamed of getting just five more minutes with, have turned out to have stolen me just so that they could have the promised child! They used dark magic on me, that can not be undone and has done who knows what damage to me, just to make sure that they could claim the baby of prophecy. My actual parents are people who I have fought against, who I have been on the other side against the whole time, and now I find myself in their house, knowing nothing about them, knowing nothing about what they want from me, trying to make some sort of a relationship while being completely lost and completely alone because Lucius and Narcissa can't quite understand that I have loved Lily and James as my parents, no matter much they try, and it's not easy to just let that go and forget them!"

"Harry..." Lucius and Narcissa swept up the stairs, no doubt summoned by his shouting.

"Do you think I have done this to hurt you? To what?! Steal your place? Do you really think in any aspect of the universe I would have wished this situation on myself, just to what? Make your life more difficult. Boo hoo hoo, your life has been flipped around, well news flash, BROTHER, mine's has ben ripped to pieces! And I have no idea how to put it back together!" Harry shouted before turning and hurrying to his rooms before they could see the frustrated tears in his eyes.

It was half an hour later that someone knocked on his doors, and Narcissa slipped into the room once he, slightly reluctantly, called to allow entry. She swept her dress underneath her, before she sat gracefully beside him on the sofa. She was very different from the redheaded woman he had imagined while growing up, upright and proper, posh and cultured, there was always a slight shield of ice around her heart he felt.

He had always imagined Lily warm and kind, giving and relaxed. She was muggleborn, so she wouldn't have the Pureblood stiffness or chill that he had witnessed in... well Draco.

"I'm sorry," Harry said softly.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. You were right, Lucius and I have no idea what you are going through, no matter how hard we try. It's so different for you. You're mourning the loss of the parents you had created, the parents you have loved. And you are trying to cope with the changes that have happened," Narcissa slowly, carefully reached out to brush her fingers through his hair, gently brushing his fringe from his eyes. "Harry, please, do not keep all of this in, you need to speak to someone about all of what has happened,"

"I don't want to hurt you or Lucius," Harry mumbled, hunching in a little as guilt surged through him.

"Harry, we are your parents. We are here to help you, to do our best to take what hurt from you that we can and to try and make it better for you. I will not say that we will never be hurt by what you have to say, but as long as you want to work at this relationship between us, it will all be worth it,"

Harry took in her words, and nodded to show that at least he had heard them. Narcissa seemed to take that as a win for she settled a little closer to his side, still running her fingers through his hair.

"Lucius is speaking with Draco now,"

"That will just make it worse," Harry sighed.

"He needs to understand. Draco is unfortunately more selfish than we ever meant for him to be, you were right, he is seeing this wholly from his own point of view and how put out he is at not being the only child that has our affections now. He is not seeing things from our point of view, he is not seeing it from your point of view. He is not trying to help this mess of a situation we have found ourselves all in," Narcissa shook his head.

"Maybe... we need to look at it from his point of view?" Harry said softly after a few moments thought.

"What do you mean?" Narcissa asked shocked.

"We are accusing him of not seeing it from our point of view, but we are really doing the same thing, brushing it off as him being spoiled,"

"What do you think he is going through then?" Narcissa asked gently.

"It cant have been easy growing up with the shadow of a dead sibling along side you, knowing that as you celebrated him living, you mourned me, his birthday was a day of mourning as well I imagine. And then his twin is alive, and here in the manor, but not only that but I am his school yard rival," He said slowly.

"You have a good point," Narcissa closed her eyes. "I think we have a lot to learn and think about,"

"Can I ask you something?" Harry asked cautiously.

"Of course," Narcissa answered straight away.

"What did you call me?"

"Oh," she clasped her hands tightly in his lap, as her back straightened.

"I'm sorry I..."

"No, no," She smiled and took his hand. "Hadrian. You were called Hadrian,"

"Do you want me to go by that?" Harry asked.

"Not if you don't want to. And I think you have had enough change that that is one thing that we can leave be," She assured him.

"Thank you," He leant slightly into her side, despite his uncertainty, he still longed for the comfort that she had offered him the other day. She thankfully did not push by trying to hug him. But instead they sat there, arms pressed together.

He was feeling more comfortable with her, they had been working in the gardens together over the last few days, and she had been showing him around them, showing him something that she was clearly proud of, and something that she was eager to share with him.

He found it easier with Narcissa, he had had less interaction with her before this, and they had found something in common in gardening, something that they could talk to each other about. Something that they could bond over, and finding that bridge had made a difference, made it better.

Now he just needed to find something like that with Lucius.

"Luc... erm ... sir?" Harry rolled his eyes internally, he was off to an amazing start.

"Call me Lucius Harry, is everything ok?" Lucius said, but Harry could see the flicker of emotion over his face.

"Yes, I was just wondering, if perhaps you could teach me the right way to use everything at the dinner table?" Harry asked.

He had been wracking his brain all night to try and think of something that he had in common with Lucius that he could bond with him over. But when it came down to it, he did not know enough about him. But it had come to him as he lay in bed remembering Draco's silently sneering at him throughout dinner as he had fumbled his way through the meal and the settings.

It might not be something that they had in common, but it was something that he needed to know and hopefully they could get to know each a little better so that he could actually come up with something that they did have in common.

"Of course!" Lucius said quickly, almost too quickly going by the way he cleared his throat straight after. "Why don't we go to the dining room?"

"Brilliant, I hoped you would say yes, so I asked Maisy to lay the table with all the different settings," Harry said quickly.

"Maisy?" Lucius asked confused as they made their way down the hallway.

"The House Elf," Harry said slowly. Their eyes met, and both of them very clearly remembered Dobby at the same time. The walk to the dining room was a tense and very very silent one.

"Ok, so forks first..." Lucius said tensely after they had sat staring at each other for a few moments.

Harry giggled as Lucius finished telling him about when he had been seven and accidentally stabbed a visiting Lord friend of his father's.

"It was chaos! My mother was trying to keep everything under control, my father wasn't great with blood so he was gagging a lot! The Lord was shouting and waving his hand around. It was mad!"

"What happened with them?" Harry asked softly, sobering a little.

"That night?" Lucius asked confused.

"No, with your mother and father, with my..." Harry paused frowning.

"With your Grandmother and Grandfather?" Lucius finished for him, understanding on his face.

"Yes, sorry,"

"No don't be. Your grandfather passed away a few years ago. Your Grandmother is in Australia currently,"

"Does she know about me?" Harry asked hesitantly.

"Not yet, we didn't want to overwhelm you, and my mother can be easily described as overwhelming," Lucius snickered. "We thought we would tell her in a few weeks, and by the time she gets here it will be at least 3-4 weeks,"

"Is there anyone else?" Harry frowned a little.

"Well you know that the Pureblood community keep within ourselves, so you have a few cousins out there," Lucius explained. "This must be very strange for you,"

"A little. I have gone from having a family that didn't want me, and them being it, to...something quite different,"

"Harry, the muggles you were living with, you have mentioned a few times about them, and other comments you have made, they have me and your m... we are worried. Did they mistreat you?" Lucius asked with forced calm, reaching out to put his hand over Harry's.

It was warm and large, holding it just tightly enough. And Harry had the most ridiculous feeling of security washing over him. Which is something he both needed and didn't with the topic of conversation.

He looked intently at Lucius who was waiting patiently as Harry assessed him. He wanted to tell Lucius, that is what it came down to. After what had happened to Grundings, he wanted to see what Lucius and Narcissa would do with the Durselys, he really wanted to see how they would punish them for everything that they had put him through. He had long got passed being the little boy who wanted their love, for a while now he had wanted to see them punished for what they had done to him.

But he would be giving Lucius ammunition on him, he would be giving him power over him, and this was something that Harry not wanted revealed to anyone like the Malfoys, who could be more than manipulative when they wanted to be. And at this point he could not be 100% sure that they would not use this against him.

"Something, there was something, but I'm not ready to tell you, not yet," Harry said slowly, deciding to try the truth first.

"You don't trust us yet," Lucius sighed.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to hurt you," Harry tried to pull his hand away feeling uncomfortable. But Lucius squeezed it gently stopping him from withdrawing.

"Harry with our history together, I can't blame you for not completely trusting us. Trust is earned. As is love," Lucius' smile was hurt, but he meant the words. "It's not your fault Harry,"

"But you're sad," Harry frowned.

"I am sad because of what we have had stolen from us, I am sad that we are in this position where we are having to get to know you when you are nearly 16, and that you don't know your own parents well enough to trust us with something important like this,"

"I've been imagining what things would be like if it had been different," Harry said softly.

"Harry, I am going to let it drop now, but I will ask again. And I won't be distracted next time," Lucius said before brushing Harry's fringe from his eyes. "We have been imaging it as well, what we could have been doing, what our lives would have been like right now,"

"I think I would be quite different," Harry said thoughtfully.

"I think that you would be, but I can't find myself wishing that you are anyone but you," Lucius said making Harry look up at him startled.

"Really?"

"Harry you're our son, you, do I wish that we had been the ones to bring you up? Yes. Do I wish that you weren't who you are right now, I can't, because you exist as you are, and there is nothing that we can do but love you as you are," Lucius assured him.

"Thank you," Harry said, something releasing in his chest.

"And then your great, great, great Grandfather invented a new charm that made the most beautiful patterns in silk. He and your great, great, great grandmother opened a shop right in the middle of Paris, and they were famous for their work,"

"How long were they married for?" Harry asked curiously, shifting a little on the floor to get more comfortable.

"62 years,"

"How many children did they have?" Harry asked.

"4, three sons and a daughter. The first born was of course your great, great grandfather, Killian Malfoy," The portrait told him happily.

"That's me!" Another called from a little further down the corridor. Harry shuffled back a little to see a man nudging his way gracefully through the other portraits to reach the one Harry was seated in front of.

"Hello," Harry waved.

"It's lovely to meet you young Harry," Killian Malfoy nodded his head.

"He's such a curious little thing isn't he," His great, great aunt Julia smiled.

"So interested in the family history," His great, great, great, great grandfather smiled.

"What are you doing?" Harry turned around wide eyed to see Draco standing cross armed frowning at him.

"I am just chatting," This was the first time that they had spoken since yesterday.

"With the portraits," Draco sneered.

"Have a little respect young man, just because you are not interested in the family history, doesn't mean that your brother can't be,"

"He is not my brother!" Draco snapped. Harry turned quickly back to look at the paintings to try and hide the hurt on his face.

"Young man I think you have better places to be, I am sure. Why don't you trot on and leave us to talk with our new descendant," Killian frowned.

"Got to be the favourite at everything, haven't you Potter!" Draco sneered before storming away.

"It is going well then?" Julia raised her eye brow at Harry when he disappeared out of view.

"Exceedingly, so well in fact I think I'm getting frost bite," Harry drawled.

"Well, lets get back to nicer topics," Killian smiled. "So my brothers and sister were..."