Deceiving the World
Chapter Two: Shame and Acceptance
Only one day after Lord Voldermort's downfall Millicent ran into trouble, her time was consumed with trying to resolve the large scale breaches of the International Wizarding Statue of Security that happened on one night. She spent weeks trying to fix all the problems that were revealed during that night and she began to come to terms with the fact that she would be unfit to take care of this little one year old boy.
Millicent decided that it was in Dylan's best interest if he was placed within a Wizarding family that had a boy around his age. The only family that Millicent was aware off was the Malfoy's. Of course she knew that even though Lucius had pleaded that he was only acting under the Imperius Curse Millicent was not going to reveal the true identity of Dylan. Instead she would pretend that he was in fact her younger brother's son and since he died in the First Wizarding War there was no one else to look after him.
She had planned to meet with Lucius in a Muggle Cafe – much to his discomfort – yet she found it so odd that the Malfoy's were so willing to take this little boy into their home. It was agreed that everyone would just be told that Dylan was the son of Bellatrix Lestrange to cover up the boys dark black hair. After the meeting in the Cafe everything was all set and Dylan became part of the Malfoy family.
It took the Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy a few months to get use to the little boy within their family. However Draco seemed to like having someone else there that he could play with. And so they began to accept him into their family and started treating him like he was actually family.
By the time Dylan was 2 years old he was completely accepted into the Malfoy family. Though all knew – except Draco – what was to become of the boy in the future.
On the outskirts of Wiltshire the Malfoy Manner stood tall, towering over the village whilst intimidating them at the same time. No one every went within miles of the place and no one ever came out of it. So it was a bigger shock to the residents of Wiltshire when the early joggers were out and saw a brown owl flying in the morning heading straight for Malfoy Manner. The rumours of course spread like wild fire throughout the village concluding that the Malfoy were indeed some evil Lords or something similar.
They were not however, far from the truth. Inside Malfoy Manner lived the all four of the Malfoy's along with their House Elf Dobby. They were wizards – extremely well respected Wizards – but they had yet to show whether they really were evil or not.
Though the true colours of the family were beginning to show within the security of their own home.
"Father it's already July 24th when will those acceptance letters come," asked a pale boy with dark white hair that was almost identical to his skin colour.
"They'll arrive when they arrive Draco, I cannot make the Headmaster go any faster," replied Lucius Malfoy.
"Yeah Dorko just be patient," said a blacked haired with a small smile on his face – his cousin Draco was glaring at him over his much hated nickname. "It'll come when it comes. Of course you never know one might not come for you. They might have thought you were a squib."
At that point Draco lunged for Dylan but missed him by inches as Dylan had managed to get up in time. Draco chased Dylan around the bottom of the house, he felt it was necessary to show him that he was his equal – if not better – than him in anyway. Even though as a young boy he did not show us much magical talent as his cousin.
However half way up the stairs Dylan stopped and began to stare out the window. He saw an old brown owl perched on the window waiting to be let in though what made Dylan stare was that in the birds peak there was their official Hogwarts letter. He attempted to get up onto the platform to open the window however his height put him at a disadvantage and he could not jump high enough to be able to grasp the edge to hoist himself onto the platform.
This however made Draco roar with laughter, he always thought it was funny how his cousin's height disadvantaged him a lot. So he closed the gap between them easily with one stride and in the process pushed Dylan so that he fell into the stairs. Easily he pulled himself up onto the platform and opened the widow to collect the letters from the old. Once they were safely in the hands of Draco the bird just flew away.
Draco sat on the edge of the platform with his legs hanging over. He sat there and looked at his cousin and with looked at him with big sad eyes and devastation filled his face – a believable act but Dylan knew better than to believe it he had been victim to it many times.
"I – I'm sorry Dylan but there is only one letter here. Maybe you should check your mother's cell, they might be looking for you there."
"Give it here Malfoy," Dylan shouted whilst he pulled Draco's legs causing him to fall and release Dylan's letter.
Dylan held his letter tightly in his hand and ran up to his bedroom and locked his door to ensure that Draco didn't try to take revenge on him for causing him to kiss the floor. Dylan slowly walked over to his bed and just sat down and slowly opened the letter.
Dear Mr Black,
I am pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. ...
After reading that one line Dylan was over the moon and threw the letter to the other side of his bed to read later. He was positive that his uncle was going to ship him off to Durmstarng Intitute since he constantly belittled Draco and because he seemed to be the shame of the family – never allowed into the Wizarding World often but allowed to venture into the Muggle world as often as he wanted to.
But he was happy that he was going to Hogwarts and he wanted to celebrated but at such a young age most wizards and witches do not know any people from the Wizarding world and he didn't feel like celebrating with Draco. So he took the next best thing.
"Dobby," Dylan shouted to his floor.
Suddenly a small thin creature with a disproportionate head with tennis ball eyes appeared in Dylan's room.
"Yes Master Dylan," Dobby asked.
"They didn't send me to Durmstarng I thought for sure that they were going to send me!"
"That's brilliant news Master Dylan."
"It is, we should celebrate Dobby. How about you go get two slices of cake and some drinks?"
"Certainly Master Dylan," the house elf bowed and vanished again leaving a small cloud of smoke.
The house elf returned with a plate with two chunks of cake as well as one bottle of juice along with two glasses and handed all of it to Dylan. He poured juice into both glasses handing Dobby one along one a slice of the cake.
They eat in silence until the end when Dylan spoke, "You know Dobby if I wouldn't get into a whole load of trouble I'd probably find a way to give you a piece of clothing."
The house elf smiled slightly and then instantly vanished. Seconds after he left there was banging on his door.
"Black, we're going to Diagon Alley on the 31st," Draco called shouted through the door.
"Whatever Dorko," replied Dylan causing Draco to punch the door angrily.
Dylan just lay on his bed and closed his eyes wondering what Hogwarts would be like. His Aunt and Uncle did not speak about it much when he was in the room – however they told Draco all about it, this was the main reason why they thought that he would be attending Durmstarng. But from eavesdropping on their conversations he found out that there are four houses: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. He also found out that nearly everyone from the Black and Malfoy family was sorted into Slytherin and those who weren't became outcasts within the family. He also recalled being told that a famous wizard called Harry Potter would be attending and that he was the one that destroyed the Dark Lord and that being friends with him would be helpful in the up rise of the Dark Lord.
He just lay there and continued to think about Hogwarts and that once he got his school books how he would read up on everything since there was nothing on general knowledge in their house just books on the dark arts. He imagined all the fun he would have in the Wizarding world and he also had his fears such as: what if he wasn't fit for any house, what if he didn't make any friends and most importantly what if he didn't get sorted into Slytherin.
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Also sorry for stopping it there it just seemed like the perfect place to stop plus I don't have my copy of the Philosophers Stone on me at the present moment.