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Everyone was still in class when the visitors arrived, Charles waiting on the front porch, taking in the darkening sky. A small limousine pulled up, the chauffeur going to the back door to open it. Immediately a child jumped out, giggling for all he was worth.
"Scorpius! Calm yourself right this moment!" scolded the man that came out next.
The child, a four-year-old boy with chin length platinum blond hair and pale silver eyes could only be the son of the man. This man, with cold mercury silver eyes, had platinum blond hair that reached to his mid-back and it was pulled back in a tail. His black Armani suit spoke of a great wealth, which clashed greatly with the man's pierced lip; he had a hoop that passed through the left side of the bottom lip.
The outline of a dragon tattoo framed the left side of his face and along the hairline, its head coming down slightly in the center of his forehead to stare forward, its wings inked over his left ear, its front paws reaching forth to the corner of his eye, its back paws curling under his jaw while its tail went down to stop coiled on his shoulder. From what Charles could see as the man loosened his tie and pressed shirt collar.
"But Father," whined the child. "I want to see Tedrick!"
The man rolled his eyes, taking a hold with one hand of the two suitcases the driver handed him, and with the other, reached into his jacket inside pocket and paid the man.
"He is still in class at this hour. You will get to see him soon enough. Mr. Charles Xavier, I presume?" the man said, turning to Charles once his son was back at his side.
"You are correct, Mr.?"
"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. Mr. Potter informed me that our lodgings would be arranged for our arrival. May I see to them now?"
"Of course, Mr. Malfoy. This way please."
Draco had a sneer on his face, but he still followed, looking around with disinterest while his son Scorpius stayed by his side, humming slightly. Once at the room, Charles let the two enter first, to give them time to take in their space for the next three nights. There was a double bed for Draco and a bunk bed for the boys.
"The door is an adjoining bathroom," said Charles, entering a few minutes later.
Draco nodded, having removed his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves, the tattoo of a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth inside his lower left arm.
"It will be acceptable. At what time does Tedrick end his lessons?"
"At three forty five. Would you like a tour of the mansion until then?"
Charles was sure Draco was about to decline, the way he looked disgusted by the simple thought of seeing the grounds.
"Of course, Mr. Xavier."
Turning his chair around, Charles almost sighed.
"As you've surely deduced, this is one of the dormitory halls. There are four in all, separated by age category and gender, though we do have exceptions for relatives, as rare as they come. There is a teacher posted at each end of the hall, if not more than one."
Scorpius moved slightly ahead of them, peeking back every once in a while to make sure they were still following.
"Where was Tedrick last month?"
"In the Infirmary, with an adult keeping watch on him all night."
Draco gave a nod of approval. A bell rang just as they were in the main hall, heading to the recreational sector. Scorpius was moving back towards them when Teddy came out of the crowd that had filled the hall, picking up Scorpius and swinging him around.
"Scor!" giggled Teddy.
"Let me go!" yelled Scorpius, but he had a wide smile on his face.
"Back to lessons Tedrick," ordered sharply Draco.
The seven-year-old's hair turned platinum blond for a second before he was once more lost in the crowd, which cleared up in a matter of seconds.
"I'm sure he wouldn't have missed much had he skipped his last class," said Charles.
"An education is key to success. Just because family is visiting, does not give him the right to slack off," snapped Draco.
Charles thought better than to point out that if someone only studied, one would grow weary of life and that people needed to learn to have fun also. Scorpius stuck to Draco's side for the rest of the visit, where they ended up in the kitchen.
"Most eat in the dining room, but some groups like to settle in the kitchen area," said Charles. "Would you like some coffee? Or tea?"
"Coffee will do; what passes for tea in this country is simply an insult. Apple juice for Scorpius, if you have any."
The telepath nodded and easily moved about the kitchen to make two coffees and pour the four-year-old his juice, all settling down at the table by the window.
"Mr. Potter told me you were Tedrick's cousin on his biological mother's side, Mr. Malfoy."
"Yes, my mother and Tedrick's maternal grand-mother are sisters. Though Tedrick's grand-mother was disowned for her choice of spouse in her young years."
Charles blinked, surprised things like that still happened, seeing as it was already diminishing when he reached adulthood.
"Are they still cut from the family?"
Before he leaned back in his chair, Draco gave Charles a look to let him know he was overstepping his bounds.
"We are only four left, not including our dear Head of House who doesn't even carry the Black blood. We can't afford to be split apart, which is why I opposed to the idea of Tedrick coming to this…establishment, but it wasn't my decision to make," he sighed.
"Black blood? And how could your Head of House not be a relative?"
Draco gave him a glare again.
"The noble and ancient House of Black, one of the eldest aristocratic families of England. The last male heir was disowned also, but seeing as no other was elected to take his place, the title went to his Godson and only heir; Harry Potter."
Charles was surprised. Harry hadn't shown any signs of his wealth at all, unlike most young rich people.
"By right, couldn't you have contested the will?" he asked before he could hold himself back.
"My own parents were in disfavor for certain political beliefs at the time that the will was read. It doesn't matter; Potter will give Tedrick back his rightful title and I already have my own as Lord Malfoy. Everything will fall into balance with time," finished Draco with a sneer.
They fell into silence, Draco looking outside as it started to rain. Before they were expecting it, the last bell rang and they heard the students moving around; taking their time after a long day in class or rushing about, gathering with their friends and trying to get to the best places to hang before the others got to them.
It wasn't too long before Teddy arrived, jumping onto Draco's lap to hug the man around the neck, Draco giving a slight grunt at the sudden weight. Scorpius stood up in his own seat and pointed at the older boy.
"Uncle Draco!" exclaimed Teddy.
"Let go of 'my' father!" yelled Scorpius.
Teddy's hair went back to platinum blond, eyes a green color.
"Well, he was my cousin before you were born, so he's mine!" countered the young mutant.
"But you're not his heir! I am!"
Draco rolled his eyes and waved his hand in front of Teddy's face, after this one had turned to look over at Scorpius. The seven-year-old moved to the chair beside his uncle, so that the man was between the two boys. Charles was surprised at Teddy's clear show of irritation.
"I might not be his heir, but I'll be his mom's Head of House one day; your Head of House too!"
"You're just a liar Tedrick Sirius Lupin Potter!"
Draco obviously had enough as he placed his hand over Teddy's mouth to stop his next words and he turned to Scorpius.
"Scorpius; I can easily call the car back and you'll be back at Potter's house in a matter of hours. Would you like to tell him why you're being sent back? Why you couldn't spend a bit of time with your cousin?" asked the blond man, one brow arched up elegantly.
Charles could almost see a transformation from the two boys; Teddy's hair leaving its blond aspect while Scorpius' eyes widened considerably, features softening greatly.
"Hi Teddy!" he said with a giggle a few seconds later.
Draco rolled his eyes and let Teddy go, the seven-year-old leaving his chair to go cuddle up with his cousin.
"The Black blood also carries a high tone of mental instability, usually in the women section. The men only show signs in their late years. Leaves me to wonder about my 'son' at times."
Charles could tell Draco was only teasing, as the boys rolled their eyes without looking over at Draco.
"Will you be needing assistance during the night?" asked Charles as the boys started to chatter, mostly about Teddy's siblings.
"I've dealt with Tedrick's ailments before, I can take care of him without any help. Now, would you care to specify what happened last month? From what Potter told me, Tedrick's medication didn't 'work' properly, it seemed?"
It was clear the apothecary was blaming them for Teddy's last situation, and in a way he was right. Charles thought better than to lie to this man.
"On the first night, the medication put him to sleep but it wasn't a restful one. On the second night, we had believed it best to give him another sort of medication," he paused just a second as Draco tensed up at his words. "No one was injured and on the third night he slept peacefully without any incidents."
The children had fallen quiet, Teddy looking down and away. Draco reached over and flicked the top of his ear.
"Not your fault kid; it's theirs. They shouldn't have given you anything else but your medication. And no one was hurt."
Teddy looked up, biting his lips.
"I did hurt someone!" he exclaimed, tears going in his eyes. "Mr. Logan…he…"
Charles actually felt a chill run up his spine at Draco's murderous expression, so he hurriedly intervened.
"Mr. Logan is a regenerative Feral, Mr. Malfoy. He has the ability to heal from anything. He took charge of Tedrick after we gave him the other medicine. He does not blame the boy at all."
Draco's jaw clenched, his fury clear in his mercury eyes.
"A Feral you say? How old?"
That question surprised Charles, as he couldn't make a connection between the age and the incident.
"We do not know for sure, but we do know his life span is a minimum of half a century."
Draco relaxed, leaning back in his chair and motioning for Teddy to come to him. Both children moved, Draco hugging them both, giving Charles the chance to see that while the man tended to be cold, he did not neglect his family.
"I would like to meet this Mr. Logan," stated Draco after a few minutes.
Charles nodded and looked towards the window, not really seeing it.
~Logan?~
'What is it Chuck? I'm about to head to the Danger Room,' was Logan's growled thoughts.
~Could you please take a detour to the kitchen? Tedrick's uncle would like to meet you.~
Irritation was Charles' only answer before he cut the connection, knowing the Feral would come to him. It was a few minutes before Logan arrived, dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt.
"You called," he grunted out, giving Teddy a glance along to his uncle and cousin.
"Mr. Malfoy, this is Logan, the one who took care of Tedrick," introduced Charles.
Draco moved the children aside and stood, but neither man reached to shake hands.
"You look familiar," Logan said.
"My father was quite known in England and in certain transport companies," brushed off Draco. "How did Tedrick hurt you?"
Logan gave a sneer as he moved over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.
"No worries, he didn't bite me, only a few scratches. Not that it matters; I've survived a full werewolf's bite before. This tyke's not going to turn me."
Draco just stood there for a few seconds before he gave a resigned sign and sat back down, looking over at Charles.
"I suppose he told you all he knows about lycanthropy?"
"The little I knew about it," acknowledged Logan.
Draco nodded, looking at the boys and rolling his eyes, which caused them to giggle.
"As a second generation and not transforming physically, we do not know if Tedrick is contagious and the only possible way to know would be to allow someone to be bitten by him, which we will not risk, for his own safety. As an adult Feral, Mr. Logan is immune, but we don't know about children or teenage Ferals, so we must be extremely careful with Tedrick and his siblings."
Charles frowned at that.
"Wouldn't the Feral grow immune to the transformation as it grows older?"
"Can a tiger change its stripes?" replied shortly Draco. "A Feral is only fully regenerative once it's an adult. Any scars, residue of illness or ailment caught before the first signs of fever stay as a permanent mark, no matter how well one can heal. Can you imagine being stuck with an immortal werewolf?"
Somehow, Charles knew it would cause even more damage than a normal one could ever do. Logan was now looking closely at Draco, clearly wondering what he had missed and Charles realized he hadn't told Logan about Harry's mate.
"Mr. Potter's spouse is a Feral mutant. There is a slight chance his other children may turn up to be Ferals, also."
Logan was clearly shocked, and Draco had raised a brow.
"Slight?" asked the blond.
"The mutant gene is mostly carried by the men rather than the women, which would explain why they can give birth to mutant-less children while if a man fathers a child that turns up mutant, there is a high percentage that the other children will be mutants too."
Draco gave a slow nod, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"Where did Mr. Potter meet this Feral woman?" asked Logan.
Draco then laughed, unable to hold himself back, greatly confusing Charles.
"Sorry, but Potter didn't meet 'her'; 'she' came looking for him back in England and convinced him to move on this side of the pond. And the reason 'she' came, is because Potter is special. He's a regenerative too," chuckled Draco.
Charles felt his jaw slacken a bit, but he shut it back up so as to not show too much surprise.
"Uncle Draco! Daddy said we weren't supposed to tell anyone!" exclaimed Teddy, giving a big sigh of exasperation.
"Yes well, since when have I ever cared about what Potter wants?"
"I'm still here, aren't I?" pouted slightly Teddy.
Draco straightened in his chair so he could lean closer to Teddy.
"Are you unhappy here?" he asked seriously.
"Not unhappy…I just miss everyone, is all," mumbled the child.
Charles spoke up.
"Mr. Potter is a regenerative mutant?"
"Didn't see that one coming, did you?" sneered Draco. "Late bloomer. He only came into his mutancy around the time Tedrick's parents passed away. Had he not, he would be dead presently, though an acquaintance of ours believes he's been showing signs for years since he still managed to survive certain wounds that could have been fatal, yet he healed from, very slowly."
"And now he heals like that!" said Scorpius, trying to snap his fingers.
When he wasn't able to, he looked at his cousin and Teddy tried to, but couldn't either. Both pouted and looked at Draco.
"I am not snapping my fingers," he told them, the pouts growing.
"Uncle Harry would," replied Scorpius.
"Well, Potter spoils everyone rotten! That's why he can never publicly go to England without being mauled by hundreds!" huffed Draco.
"At least people like him," mumbled Teddy.
When any other person would have scolded a child for being that impolite, Draco simply gave a laugh.
"The only people I need to like me already do; excuse me for not caring about the rest of humanity."
The boys laughed, amused by the blond. Draco turned back to Charles.
"If Potter's children don't turn up to be Ferals, they'll be some other sort of mutant for sure. Their genetic make-up is simply prone to it."
Charles couldn't keep his curiosity at bay and had to ask the next question.
"Teddy mentioned to me that Mr. Potter was married before he was taken in. Was the divorce a result of Vicky entering his life?"
Draco's jaw dropped and he looked over at Teddy, who blushed from head to toe, hair going bright pink.
"Vicky? 'She' allows you to call 'her' that? And no, 'Victoria' was not the catalyst to the divorce. Potter was dating Ginerva for a year before they got married under the pretext she was pregnant. What that little traitor didn't know was that he was infertile at the time. Potter couldn't take the lie she'd spun and divorced her. His balls dropped only when he met 'Victoria' and Liliann was conceived. Potter had just gotten custody of Tedrick at the time 'she' showed up actually," hummed to himself at the end Draco.
"And you followed them here to America?" asked Charles.
Draco shook his head.
"Not right away. I had to finish my studies first and also go through my farce of a marriage. It was two years after they left that they needed me to help with Tedrick," admitted Draco.
Beethoven's Ninth Symphony was suddenly heard, Draco reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone.
"What?" he barked into it. "Mais qu'est ce que ça peut bien me foutre? Tu es en charge alors occupe toi s'en!" {{And why should I give a fucking care? You're in charge, deal with it!}}
The boys started to giggle as soon as Draco snapped his phone shut.
"You two aren't supposed to understand," growled the blond as he gave an annoyed look at his son and nephew.
"Grand-ma 'Cissa teaches me!" replied Scorpius.
"Me too! And daddy says it's good to learn if for when Mr. LeBeau comes over! He needs friends, daddy says."
Draco rolled his eyes, muttering the word 'friends' under his breath.
"My mother is not a good influence; I've told you that countless times. Once she knows you're both fluent in French, she'll drag you to Paris for simple shopping trips. Do you 'want' to be stuck in malls for 'days' shopping?"
Both boys made faces, clearly not liking the idea. Logan actually gave a chuckle.
"Admit it; you just don't want them to understand your conversations."
"When I don't want them to understand, I send them to another room," replied Draco with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Or I speak Latin, Bulgarian, German…or any other language that strikes my fancy."
Charles cleared his throat, to catch back everyone's attention.
"Is there a reason why Mr. Potter would not want us to know about his gift?"
Draco tilted his head to the side.
"Let's assume it really 'is' a gift, what are the strong points? Being able to heal from any kind of wounds? Being immortal? Anything else?" he asked quite sarcastically. "Because here are the low points; being immortal, watching all those 'normal' people die of old age or be killed by injuries you yourself will barely remember in a century's times. Passing a point in life where your very existence ceases to exist because you're too 'old' to be so young, let's not start on trying to explain the mutant factor to people ready to kill you. Oh, and do you know how you can kill a regenerative mutant?"
Charles was already unsettled by the man's rant, the last question truly threw him off guard. Logan had clearly tensed up.
"You kill it before it matures enough to survive to any wounds, if the fevers and sickness don't kill them before then. That gives you a window of about birth until around ten to fourteen. After that, it's anyone's guess."
Charles was left speechless, unable to believe the cruelty behind the act Draco was suggesting, even less on a child. Teddy and Scorpius were also looking at the man with wide eyes, as if trying to understand something they just couldn't puzzle over with their young minds.
Draco ended up looking back at the children and rolled his eyes once more.
"That's it; Scorpius, I'm arranging a marriage between you and Liliann," he said, amusement clear in his eyes even though his face was stern.
Teddy gave a groan while Scorpius' eyes widened.
"No! She's got cooties!" exclaimed the four-year-old.
"Who told you 'that' one, hmm?" asked his father.
"Rafael did!"
"Huh, well I'll be talking to his father about 'that' subject. Cooties, seriously?"
It was clear that the man was exasperated by the childish reasons.
"Anyways, you can't marry them; they're too young," reasoned Teddy.
"Arranged marriage, Tedrick. It's where you promise two people will get married, even if they don't want to be married together," explained off handedly Draco.
"Oh! Like you and Scorpius' mother?"
The man gave the child a slight glare.
"Yes, like Astoria and I. Now, you two be good while I go out for a fag."
"Bleh!" said the children, making faces as Draco pulled out a box of cigarettes and his cell phone, rolling his eyes at the boys.
"Don't knock it till you've tried it."
Charles was surprised at the man's words, but was amused when the man stopped dead at the door and glared at Teddy and Scorpius over his shoulder.
"I ever catch you smoking, I'll tan your hides and hang you by your little toes, understood?"
"Sir yes sir!" giggled the cousins.
Draco turned away sharply, placing the cell phone to his ear.
"Guess what 'I' learned in school today!" he said with too much joy.
Charles turned back to see the boys giggling, Teddy's hair back to blond with silver eyes.
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