Daddy Dearest- Chapter 3

Draco's PoV

I couldn't stop pacing especially with Georgiana huffing every minute. I rolled my eyes and told her to shut up. She clamped up and glared as she lazily flicked off some imaginary lint from her latest creation from the designer she pronounced was the genius of fabrics. I looked up as a gentle knock came from the oak door. I turned to the mirror and straightened my grey vest and placed a wary hair into place, while Georgiana looked bored out of her mind. "Would you sit up at least, I barked and she grumpily sat up." I turned to the door and let it swing open. With hesitation, the small girl walked in and the first thing she did was smile up at me. Her smile was so radiant; I stopped and had to smile back at her. She stepped aside and father walked in and walked her to the semi-circle of chairs.

I followed placing myself to the left of her while father sat on her right. She was wearing a dark blue dress with silver stars, a small silver ring with an emerald on her pinky finger. She stared at me and I back at her. I had no doubt in my mind who was her mother and rather more that she was of course was my child. Father drowned on about upcoming events when my arm burned so did father's, we winced. We both stood up and with a swish our tailored suits changed to dark black robes with green snakes worked into the breast pocket. I turned to Georgiana who beamed and carefully kissed my cheek while explaining she had to meet up with Angora for her weekly club meeting and would be home later as she sauntered out of the room. I turned to see father adjusted his sleeves while telling her that she was to remain in the manor and to keep practicing her lessons from the morning. He then left us together alone. We stared at each other, her eyes seemed to be scared, but clouded with anticipation.

"Roza, I hope that when we return, we can sit down and talk." She nodded and I walked out of the room to follow father out of the manor into the waiting carriage. As we drove away Roza stood in the window and waved goodbye.

Roza's PoV

The same carriage that brought me to the manor was taking them away to wherever they had to go to. I walked to the hallway trying to figure things out. I didn't understand why I was so calm, why I haven't freaked out or tried to escape. I just felt at home here, yes the lessons with Madame were insane, but I enjoyed them, and the way my father looked at me in the drawing room made me feel wanted. My Grandpa, I felt was sometimes resentful of me, because I guess he knew I truly didn't belong to him neither was my mom, with Grandfather explaining my family line. Supposable my mother's father was a close friend of the family's and I would meet him when I was presentable to society. Grandfather promised he would teach me to handle my magic more and even get me a wand for my birthday which passed while I was unconscious. He even promised we would have a party to celebrating my majority.

I paused as a servant walked by with a bouquet of flowers, which I smelled. When I looked at the servant, he was seemingly the same age as me, but his face looked to of been aged. His hands were callused and he refused to look at my face. Grandfather explained that they were traitors to the Dark Emperor, the ruler of the world. This was the same man I was supposed to hate, because his regime belittled the non-magical people, but I cannot deny thinking that those who don't possess the gift are inferior. Was I supposed to hate my family because they were officials to the Dark Emperor? I stopped in the hallway to stare at the line of the prestigious line I came from. Should I follow what I was taught before I entered this world or embrace the family I had left, instead those who were gone. Nothing seemed as black and white; I started to the classroom that was set up for my lessons when someone appeared before me.

"What a beautiful little pet you are, being hidden away from the world, Lucius has always been way too possessive of his things." Out of the shadows an extremely hairy man with sharpened teeth glowered at me. I backed away hitting the side table, which cornered me from any of the exits. His tattered clothes reeked of iron and I could see traces of blood around his fingernails that seemed to be longer than mine. "Lucius won't mind if I have a peek at what he keeps hidden away." His hand shot to my braided hair and wrapped it around his hand. I pulled away with pain shooting to my temple from the strain of his grasp while trying to get away. His breath was against my neck and smelled of rancid meat, I felt hot tears go down my face when he suddenly growled. I felt my stomach being punched and somehow ended up on the floor of a totally different room. When I looked up, the room was crowded with people in dark black robes and I realized I was still in the grasp of the man who stood proudly, though looked angry.

He pulled me as he moved and I screamed out, flailing to get out of his grasp. I cried out as he pierced his nails into my jaw. Though his attention disappeared when doors at the end of the room opened, allowing several men through behind one who wore a dark green robe. As they walked to platform they black robed men stood off to the sides and on the right side stood my grandfather. I attempted to will him to look at me, but it seemed he wouldn't till the dark green robed man spoke.

"Fenhir, I dislike having pets brought to meetings, you will get rid of the distraction." The man who held me nodded and began to drag me away, when he fell to the ground crying out. A pair of strong arms gathered me up and began to sooth me from crying. Angry voices began to shout out and I turned to see my grandfather wiping away my tears. He turned me to walk towards the platform and I saw my father wand drawn and blood in his eyes. When we arrived a small chair appeared and I was placed while the room slowly cleared out. The rest of the men on the platform stayed, while grandfather carefully lifted a cup to my lips.

I slowed down and tried to explain what happened, but he just said it was not my fault and I was going to be okay now. I faintly heard groans, but they disappeared while my father walked towards me. He kneeled down and cupped my face gently asking if I was okay, all I could do was nod. I then flung myself into his arms. He held me close and I could feel his heart beat faster than mine. I only thought of how my grandpa couldn't defend me, but here the man who was responsible for my birth, not even knowing I ever existed or helped me even though I wasn't born in better circumstances came to my defense. A soft hissing brought my attention to the man who sat with the green robes. I stared at him and he back at me. He slowly cocked his head and then smiled. He leaned to the man to his left a hooked nose man with imposing black eyes and equally dark hair.

"Severus, it seems that this girl is a Malfoy, but she eerily has the hair of Hermione and the complexion of yours." The man's eyes softened at the name and he slowly moved closer. He looked at grandfather who nodded. He looked at me and I couldn't tell what he was thinking then. "Well, it seems that we have a small family reunion. Severus, you should introduce yourself to your granddaughter."