Chapter 5 Meeting the Parents

notes: Hello lovelies sorry for taking so long with chapter 5, I was in process of moving back for college, and now I am in my first week of college yay for me~~ So either one of two things are going to happen.

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It was a nerve-racking walk in the huge mansion that was Malfoy Manor. The halls reminded me of my dreams back from 5th year and almost sent me into a panic attack. Of course, with my mate, Draco, MALFOY, by my side the attack was kept at bay by him holding my hand, as we wandered down the never-ending halls.

We reached a lovely wooden door with great snakes carved into it, as if serving as guards to whatever was inside, the handles were snakes heads. It seems that the Slytherin tendency went deeper than anyone could imagine with this family. I held my tongue rather than speaking such a thought out loud, just in case I pissed off Malfoy, with how much help he has shown me lately. Draco raised his fist and gave a soft rap on the large doors and took a step back, waiting to be called into the rooms.

"Come in Draco, Harry," called back the voice of Mr. Malfoy, one I've only heard a few times in my life, but one I could never forget. From the second year scare with Dobby and the giant snake that almost killed everyone, to the verbal baiting he did with Mr. Weasley.

Draco carefully opened the door, "Good Morning Father, I hope all the paper work has been good this morning." Draco said casually slipping into the room with ease, easing himself into one of the few chairs in front of Mr. Malfoy's desk with a grace I could only wish for.

Then there was me, who was hanging back almost hiding behind the open door in fear of the man in front of me, and what he might do. I made him lose his house elf, I was a half blood, I was The-Boy-Who-Lived, I was a Gryffindor, I think the only thing that I had going for me at this moment was that I was a Dark Elf. Of course, that won't save my arse from the man in front of me if he decided he didn't like me being mated to his son.

"It was alright Draco; the Minister has done well this past year getting his bloody head out of his arse and start actually working instead of being a pretty figure head. Of course, I didn't mind him being that, but all that bloody paper work was annoying really. Mr. Potter please do come in and stop hiding behind the door, I will not hex you." The yet could be heard, "we are just waiting on my wife to join us when she frees herself up from her morning routines, you know women and getting ready." Malfoy Senior said sitting back in his chair his legs crossed as he looked over in my direction. It was very strange to hear him talking this way, it almost made him sound human, he spoke with less poise than he would in public, but still had the tone as if he was.

I just gave a nod of my head, not wanting to speak just in case he changed his mind; I was cursing the Dursley's for making me fear speaking, that they made me this weak, in front of such a person of power. I heard a gasp come from the ever-poised posh man, as he took evaluation of what I was now compared to when he saw me after I was fattened up by the Weasley family. He was used to seeing a scrawny kid, no bruises, slightly baggy close, and no fear in his actions. Now he was seeing the real me, even with the few days I have been in the care of this house and away from my relatives, I was still worse for wear; I was nothing more than skin and bones with no fat to be seen, my close almost hanging off of me, I had healing cuts and bruises that I could not cover up that well with what I was given. All and all I looked like a homeless person someone would see and pass on the street not even with a second glance my way.

I carefully maneuvered my still healing body into one of the plush chairs next to Draco, to find it very comfortable to sit in and let my body sink into the cushion.

Mr. Malfoy's eyes narrowed down at me in anger, which caused me to flinch and huddle more into myself as much as the chair would let me. Draco put a comforting hand on my knee rubbing his thumb in calming circles, as he shot his own glare at his father.

"Forgive me Mr. Potter, I was told by my son of how bad your condition was when he brought you hear, but to say in the least he never went to full detail. To see it in person is much worse than hearing about it. My anger was not directed towards you, but who put you in this condition," with that he turned to his son, "was the man taken care of?"

Draco sent his Father a frown his hand pausing in the circle, (I almost gave a small whine when it did stop but forced myself not to.)

"I wish I did, but I was too focused on getting to Harry, so I just froze the man to where he was, and rushed to the room where they kept him locked up."

Mr. Malfoy was now beyond mad, he was livid at the thought that my Uncle was still out there. My heart warmed just a bit that someone actually cared for me. Draco gave my knee a squeeze as he picked up on my thoughts again. Something I will have to ask him about once I had the chance to sit down with him again. With the flashes of emotions, he gets from me, and the very little I get from; it can get a little confusing, as well as when I had that dream and we spoke to each other there.

"Mr. Potter with your permission, I would like to have your guardians arrested and tried in a trial for abuse." I looked at Mr. Malfoy in shock at what he was offering, he was offering something I dreamed of happening many years ago. When one of my teachers promised the same thing, and then left me alone with them again. Mr. Malfoy walked around his desk and came to kneel before me, as if he could pick up on my thoughts just as well as his son could, "When I make a promise, I do keep them, and you have my word that if you agree to what I am offering, then it will be done. I have very little tolerance for having people like that walking around in the world. Even though they are muggles I will push for them to be in the wizard prison to atone for their sins." Mr. Malfoy's silver eyes, (I could see where his son got them from,) spoke of honesty and justice on my behalf. I gave my head a small nod, believing his words, that this time it was not an empty promise, like that kind teacher once gave me.

With a nod Mr. Malfoy stood up from his crouching position in front of me, while I turned my head away from the man and looked towards Draco for support. Draco was giving us such a warm smile, that it made my stomach do flips, I'm happy that you are getting along with my father so well, his thoughts came through our semi formed bond, causing me to startle at his presents. Mr. Malfoy notice this and was about to ask if I was alright, when Mrs. Malfoy came through the doors.

"I'm sorry, I was on my way down here when the floo went off, and Madame Zabini was there asking about our next outing." I turned and looked at Mrs. Malfoy this would be the first time I have ever seen Draco's mother. She was a prim and proper lady, one my aunt wishes she could be, her hair matching that of the Malfoy's men color of a pale blonde color. She held herself with much dignity and grace, showing that she was a woman of power.

She saw me practically curled up in the chair and frowned much like Mr. Malfoy did at my appearance, but quickly hid her emotions behind the famous Slytherin mask, "Good Morning Mr. Potter, it is a great pleasure to meet the mate of my son, I am his mother Narcissa Malfoy nee Black. You may either call me Mrs. Malfoy once you feel comfortable enough with us here Cissa, if you do proceed to bond with my son, you may call me Mum or Mother." She said with a smile.

"Mother!" Draco cried his face was now red from embarrassment. I just gave a small smile, sadden at first of the reminder that I didn't have my own parents my mate could meet, but happy that I was saved from the embarrassment or even hatred of having a Slytherin mate.

"Come now Draco, there is nothing to be embarrassed about, he is your mate after all, and he will be family. Might as well get him comfortable with us. Isn't that right dear?" Mrs. Malfoy said now facing her husband who seemed to be holding in a laugh at the actions going on between his wife and son.

"You are right dear, Harry, if that is alright if I call you that," Mr. Malfoy paused long enough for me to give a nod of my head in agreement at being called by name, "you can call me Mr. Malfoy for the time being, or Lucius, but once mated to my son, you may call me Father." I was now going red in embarrassment, as well as at how much attention I was getting from the two older wizards. "Dear I think Harry has had enough of us right now," amusement could be heard in Mr. Malfoy's voice as he saw me blushing much like his son, as well as how tired I was getting with me still healing.

"Let's give them time to recuperate, then we can have a more serious talk about mating courting, and all that at a later date."

"Of course! I just wanted to meet the sweet boy that has won over my son's creature!" Mrs. Malfoy said picking up on what her Husband truly meant. "We will be talking more about this in depth, as well as taking you to Gringotts for both and inheritance test next week." Telling her son the schedule that was ahead.

"B-But ma'am I don't need an inheritance test," I said.

"Of course, you do all wizards take one, it is to confirm what type of creature you are, and see what vaults are available to you," Mrs. Malfoy explained, "sometimes vaults are closed to the current head of house, but opened to the next heir, so that is why even Purebloods still get an inheritance test done." I chewed my lip and gave a nod, it would be nice to confirm the type of creature I am.

"Good to hear Harry, I will put the request into Gringotts today, as well as the papers in the ministry." Mr. Malfoy said, "that is all for today, go ahead and rest up, you are still healing Harry." Draco got up first lending me a hand on getting up from the chair and gave a bow to his parents. I copied him the best I could before we made our way out and back to my bedroom.

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