Chapter 2

Family

Harry felt like he was being squeezed through a tube and he didn't really like the sensation. When they landed he wobbled slightly and fought with the urge to be sick. Mr. Malfoy grabbed him and steadied him. He blinked and looked up to see them standing in front of a huge white mansion. He frowned and guessed that this was the Malfoy's home. He looked at Lucius to see that he was holding a silver dagger. "Wards." Lucius said. "There are new wards that have been added onto the house and if you are to be able to enter than you will need to allow me to take some of your blood. Of course you can enter with me but I want you to be able to enter without me also." Harry narrowed his eyes, why would he? Wouldn't he want to make it so he couldn't enter or leave without his permission or something?

Lucius stood waiting and so he held up his left hand, palm facing the dark sky. Lucius cut across his palm and to Harry, it seemed as though he was trying to be very careful as he did so, as if he was trying not to cause him pain. He let some blood collect at the bottom of the dagger and flicked it onto the ground. He took out his wand and waved it over the blood and hissed a spell under his breath that Harry didn't catch. The blood in the grass sizzled and glowed dark purple for a moment and then settled down. Lucius waved his wand and the blood vanished. "That should do it." Lucius announced. Just then a popping sound came from their right and they saw Draco and Severus appear.

Severus nodded to Lucius. Harry looked curiously between the two. Lucius gave Harry a nudge and Harry started to walk towards the huge iron gates. They opened automatically and Lucius gave a please humming sound. Obviously the spell to add Harry into the wards had worked. They walked up the huge stone path and Harry raised an eyebrow when he saw a peacock walking about. He rolled his eyes and stopped when they came to the double oak doors. Lucius opened them and they all went inside and Harry inspected it.

The entrance hall was spacious and the ceiling seemed to be too high in Harry's opinion. The walls were white and there was a staircase to the left of the door and at least three people could walk up there next to each other comfortably. The floor was made of a shiny, dark wood and his footsteps echoed around the hall. There was another door opposite the front doors that he was guessing may lead to a living room of some sort. He was correct when he was ushered inside. There was somebody already in the room, a woman. He had only seen her once and that was when he went to the Quidditch game with the Weasley's. Narcissa looked up when they walked in and smiled slightly. Lucius sat Harry down in a chair and they all sat down. There was an uncomfortable silence that Harry broke.

"Why did you bring me here?" he asked. Lucius spoke up.

"Well, we have recently found something out." he said slowly.

"Which was?" Harry prompted.

"About you." Harry nodded and pierced him with a look that said, basically he was getting impatient. "You are my son." he blurted out. Harry tilted his head back and closed his eyes. Did he just say what he thought he just said? He took a breath through his nose and opened his eyes.

"You want me to believe that I am your son?" he said disbelieving. Lucius nodded. Suddenly Narcissa got up and walked out of the room and came back a whole minute later with something in her hand.

"Here, take a look at these." she said and handed him a letter and a picture. The picture was of Narcissa and Lucius in hospital with two babies. He read through the letter and frowned. This couldn't be true, it just couldn't. But then ... maybe that was why his looks had changed, but wouldn't his hair be blonde?

"If I am your son then wouldn't I look like you?" he demanded. "I have black hair." Narcissa smiled.

"Don't forget I am a black and the blacks have black hair. I have black in my hair." she replied. He frowned, that was true. He liked the idea of that because then he would be more of a family member to Sirius this way. Even though Sirius had said that the Potters were connected to the blacks, he would be linked that much closer to him now. He nodded slightly and she seemed to understand that he believed them. She beamed and got up. She faltered and her smile dropped.

"Yes?" he asked warily.

"May I - May I hug you?" she asked unsure. He stopped for a second and thought. He was glad she stopped to ask because he didn't normally let people touch him unless they had his permission; one of the down sides of living with the Dursley's.

"Of course." he smiled and got up to hug his mother. Wow that weird, he thought. It felt so strange to say mother as he had never really had a one before. And to think of a Malfoy as that, well, it might take some time to get used to.

"Maybe we should all get some sleep." Severus suggested.

"Yes. It's late." Lucius agreed and got up. "Cissa, why don't you take Stefan to his room?" Harry blanched.

"Stefan?" he asked. Lucius nodded his head and Narcissa smiled.

"That was what we called you, dear." He nodded his head and reminded himself of how he was going to have to get used to that. Lucius ushered Draco out the room and Severus left to floo back to his home and get a good rest. Narcissa and Stefan walked down the corridors in a comfortable silence. Narcissa started to recall on when they had told Draco about this.

Narcissa had stayed in the study after Lucius had left and waited there on the couch until he had come back. She snapped her head up when he walked back in the room and stared at him, waiting for an answer. Lucius smiled and she sagged in relief.

"He told me to go and collect him and he said he would not try to kill him." She smiled and stood up, hugging her husband.

"We need to tell, Draco. He will not like to be kept in the dark about something like this." she commented. Lucius nodded in agreement and told a house elf to go and get him. Draco came in about two minutes later and they quickly sat him down.

"What is going on?" he asked nervously, looking at their anxious looks. His mother took a breath and smiled weakly at him.

"Draco, there is something that we need to tell you." she said softly. Draco's eyes widened.

"Please don't tell me I'm adopted." he screeched. Lucius chuckled and shook his head.

"Son, of course you are not adopted." he said with a teasing grin. Draco sighed in relief and then frowned wondering what they were still keeping from him.

"Well, what's wrong mother?" She looked down and into the fire.

"You have a brother." she stated quietly. Draco sat there is shock and his eyes widened; a brother? He had always wanted a brother. Why where they just telling him now? Did they hide him from him and keep him away from him purposely? He took a breath and shot an accusatory glance at his father.

"Now do not look at me like that." he said sternly. "We did not keep him from you, we only just found out about him." Draco frowned in confusion. "We originally had twins but we were told that our youngest died a few hours afterwards. It wasn't true; someone had swapped them and taken him for themselves." Draco scowled. How could anyone do that to someone? It was horrible. "You have already met him." That got his attention.

"Really?" he asked hopefully.

"You do not get on." he replied. Draco's heart sank. Please don't tell me it's someone I have been horrible to at school, he begged.

"Who is it?" he asked anxiously. His parents looked at each other and his mother answered.

"Harry Potter." she said. Draco froze. Did she just say Harry Potter? Please say no! He prayed. He has basically bullied his little brother and tormented him, he felt horrible and sick. He bet his brother hated him, well he knew he did; the look on his face whenever he saw him. He hated himself.

"I bullied my brother." he whispered.

"What do you mean bullied?" his mother asked sharply. He cringed.

"Well, we are school rivals ..." he trailed off in panic; luckily his father came to his rescue and changed the subject.

"We are going to get him in an hour." Draco looked up.

"Can I come?" he asked hopefully. Lucius smiled and nodded to his son. Draco jumped up and smiled. "Great!" he turned around and cried out in pain as he stubbed his toe against the tables' leg.

Narcissa came out of the memory and continued to lead Stefan to his room. His room was just down the way from Draco's room and that would be best. She came to a stop at a door that had the words 'Stefan' wrote on in gold lettering. She opened the door and they walked inside. "Now, Draco's room is just down the corridor, so just go there if you need to speak to someone or your lost, anything. The closet has already been stocked with clothes for you so you don't need to wear them anymore." she said, wrinkling her nose at the rags he was wearing. "Tomorrow, when you wake up come straight to the dining hall; go to Draco to show you where it is and if he has left already just call upon Tibby." Stefan nodded and she hugged him. "Good to have you home." she whispered and left the room.

Stefan turned and got a good view of the room. The first thing he noticed was the bed. It was massive. It had silver hangings coming right down and the covers were done in silk, in the colours silver and blue. The walls were painted a light green and the carpet was a mix between silver and cream and looks incredibly soft. There was a cherry wood chest at the bottom on his bed that he put his trunk on and unshrunk it. Opposite the bed was a magnificent fireplace with snakes carved into the wood. There was a couch and two chairs sat in front of it. The window was right next to the bed and opened up to the ground below. He had to admit, the view was beautiful. It looked down upon the gardens and it was so ... pretty. Different colours showered the ground from all the different coloured flowers and the fountains that would have had water rising into the air.

He went to check what was behind all the doors. The first was a bathroom. It had all the amenities and was done in a fine black and white marble. The second door was the walk-in-closet that was about the same size as his actual room. The last room was a study. It had a huge wooden desk near the back, directly in front of the window. There was a fireplace to the right of the desk with a couch and a table. He noticed a strange cabinet near the other end of the room and some bookshelves lined the walls. He walked back out and went to his trunk. He unpacked and stripped down to nothing and climbed into the bed. He briefly wondered what it was going to be like with Draco. This was his school rival, he had made his life hell and now they were brothers! He could try to get along with him ... hopefully, maybe.

Lucius walked out the living room and walked Draco to his room before he left and walked straight to his master's rooms. He knocked on the door of the study and waited. Eventually the door opened and he walked in, shutting the door behind him. The Dark Lord was sat there on the chair in front of the fire with Nagini wrapped around his shoulders. "Lucius, what do I owe this night time pleasure?" he hissed softly. Lucius bowed.

"My Lord, I just came to let you know that he is here." he said quietly.

"He?" he questioned.

"Yes, My Lord." Lucius nodded. "My son, Stefan." Voldemort tipped his head back and looked Lucius in the eye. It took all of Lucius's strength to not look away. "So, am I to take it that you have told him everything?" Lucius nodded.

"Well, we gave him the letter but not the results sheet. He seemed too preoccupied with finding out that we are his parents to register that the letter said he had a soul mate." he explained. Voldemort nodded and rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"So, do you know who this soul mate is?"

"No, My Lord." he replied. Voldemort's lips twitched. He wondered what Lucius's reaction would be if he found out that he was in fact his youngest son's soul mate, it might be amusing.

"I'd wager you would like to." Nagini slid off him and went to curl up by the fire. He rested his chin on his hand and looked up bored, to where Lucius was standing. Lucius nodded cautiously. He smirked. "As it happens, I do know." Lucius's eyes widened a bit, but he said nothing. "Would you like me to tell you?" he teased. Lucius could tell that his master was enjoying himself, mainly for the fact that he knew something that he wanted to know badly and he was dangling it over him and he had no idea if he could have it. Lucius nodded slowly and avoided his eyes. They flickered to the giant snake and then to the floor. "Maybe some other time." he smirked maliciously. "It is getting late." Lucius bit back his disappointment.

"Of course, My Lord." he responded. "Goodnight." Voldemort didn't even look at him and just waited to hear the door click shut. He got up and went to a bookshelf that was near the back of the room. He look through some and came to a stop at a medium sized book and pulled it out. He blew on the book and dust motes swirled in the air for a second before slowly heading for the ground. He spun and went back to his chair. He opened the book that had the word 'Soul mates' wrote on the front.

When Stefan awoke the next morning he was feeling slightly refreshed. He then started to snicker as he imagined the face of Dumbledore when he saw that he was not at the Dursley's. He threw the covers back and made his way to the bathroom. He turned the shower on and went to do his teeth as the water heated up. He stepped inside and realised that the inside was a lot bigger than what it looked on the outside. He got washed slowly and then turned the water off. He shivered when the warm water suddenly stopped hitting his body and quickly stepped out of the shower and wrapped a black towel around his waist that was hanging up next to the shower and bathtub. He walked back into the bedroom and to the closet. What to wear?

Now he had a proper time to look, he noticed it was clothes of all different kinds. Dress robes, casual clothes, robes for colder weather and hotter weather etc. He walked to the back where a set of drawers where and looked for some boxers and socks. He pulled on a pair of black boxers and socks and started to look around for trousers. Once he was all dressed, in black jeans and boots, black long sleeved shirt and a light robe on top of that he brushed his hair and made his way out of the room, but not before grabbing his wand.

He didn't bother going to his brother and just called upon Tibby to ask for directions. Ever since Dobby he had, had a soft spot for house elves and he had to admit this one was adorable. She looked like a female version of Dobby, except this house elf actually had dark blue eyes. She smiled toothily at him and practically dragged him to the dining hall, stopping outside the door before she disappeared. He lifted his hand and froze before he pushed it open. Everyone was there, including Snape. He smiled slightly and they smiled back. Well, Snape inclined his head slightly - better than nothing.

He grabbed some food and began to eat from his place next to Draco. "How did you sleep?" his mother asked. He looked up and swallowed what was in his mouth before he began to speak.

"Fine thank you." he said politely. "The room was beautiful." Narcissa beamed.

"Maybe Draco could show you around after breakfast." she prompted. She wanted them to spend some alone time together, get to know each other and hopefully get long; she knew Draco wanted that. Stefan looked at Draco for a second before he nodded his head. "Perfect." So once they were finished eating Draco and Stefan left the dining hall and began their tour. They went everywhere; the library (which was huge), duelling rooms, music rooms, labs, animal room (they had a room full of exotic and ordinary animals, he didn't know why), his room, his parents room and the gardens.

"How about a race?" Draco offered. Stefan smiled.

"You're on." he smiled. So after they had ran back inside and gotten their brooms they flew into the air and started to race. Stefan won and smiled smugly. Then they started mini Quidditch games, mainly seeing who could catch the snitch first. They played ten games and Stefan won 8 of them. They flew down after about three hours in the air and sat on a bench near the fountain.

"I want to apologise." Draco stated quietly, looking at the ground.

"Why?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Draco rolled his eyes.

"Why? He asks." he chuckled softly. Stefan just waited. "For how I treated you at school and the things I did and said ... If I had known who you were I never would have." he shook his head and sighed.

"Draco? I accept your apology and I would also like to apologise. I may have just being doing it to get back at you and defend myself, but some of the things I said was a bit too mean." Draco nodded and smiled. He stuck his hand out.

"Truce, brother?" Stefan smiled.

"Truce." he said and shook his hand. "You suck at Quidditch by the way." That earned him a slap. "Ok, so you are good. You just turn crap against me." Draco rolled his eyes.

"True." he muttered. "I want to apologise about Sirius as well ... I would have liked to meet him." he admitted. Stefan frowned.

"Yea, Sirius was a great person." he agreed, nodding his head, fabulous. "He was amazing." he whispered and with that, they lapsed into silence. The only sound was the gentle sound of crickets among the grass.

A/N: Okay so hope you liked it. I will be calling Harry, Stefan now except when people that don't know his true identity think and talk about him. Thanks for reading and sorry if not to your standard :D

I have gone over this one like the last and checked it for spelling and grammar mistakes.