Draco was annoyed. It seemed everyone knew their entire family tree but him. Sure, his father showed the tree far back, but refused to show the bottom. Why wouldn't his father show him the bottom of the tree, no matter how many tantrums he threw? Even his mother wouldn't give in. She just kept telling him to ask his father.

Well, if he's old enough to attend Hogwarts, he's old enough to see what they're hiding. Draco tried asking Snape for potion supplies, but as soon as his godfather figured out what the potion ingredients could be for, he told Draco not to open Pandora's Box. What did boxes have to do with this? Snape just laughed when he asked.

So after waiting a month, he finally could steal the potion ingredients. He hated waiting, but knew he would be immediately suspected if he stole them after asking Snape for those specific ingredients. It's not fair everyone, including the mudbloods know about their family, but he was refused the right.

He started mixing, careful to read the instructions in the potions book, that may be a tad too advanced for a first year. Oh well. "No way!" Draco exclaimed when he saw the results on the paper. The light flickered on, and his godfather stared at him, "Draco." Snape eyed the paper, "You already did the ritual." Snape's voice was lowered. "Excuse me! Why does it say I'm a mudblood!?" Draco was going to be sick. How, how could this be? He was raised to hate mudbloods and he is one. How does that work? Does he hate himself?

Snape guided his godson back to his seat. "Draco, you are muggleborn." Snape gently told him. "Remember when I said not to open Pandora's Box." "But my mother and father hate mudbloods." "You are their exception." "How can I be an exception, when I am a mudblood?" "Draco." Snape tried to chide, before Draco ran up to his room, tears running down his face.

He hurriedly grabbed parchment and a quill, writing to his father. He better explain. The next day, Draco didn't grab any food at breakfast. Owls flew down, and he got one.

Son,

Yes, you are a muggleborn. I know it is very confusing, especially with our ideals. You were adopted as a baby, making you a pureblood in our eyes. You were never raised by those blasted muggles. Narcissa and I were shocked and filled with joy when you showed signs of magic, we were originally planning to pass you off as a squib.

Why did we adopt a muggle? Narcissa and I can't have biological children due to a curse on Narcissa. As you know, wizards are expected to have an heir. I didn't want to embarrass your mother by revealing her curse, so I proposed adoption. Wizards don't usually believe in adoption, especially to people they perceive as death eaters.

We went for a kid who looked like us. And kids who do, especially in the muggle world are far and inbetween. Your mother and I were happy to have adopted you. You were the closest match to our looks.

Our social worker was charmed to say the visit went well each time. She was also charmed to believe the hotel we stayed at was a suitable home for a newborn. We learned during your adoption process that your biological parents left you in a trash can outside of a hospital.

I want to be clear, your mother and I will always consider you our son, no matter what. Please, don't think we love you any less.

Your father,

Lucius Malfoy

Draco was even more confused. His parents may consider him a pureblood, but he is by all logic a muggleborn. Should he contact his biological parents, and how does he do that? He doesn't know anything about the muggle world. And he isn't sure he wants to learn. But his parents support someone who wants to kill him.

Draco sighed and decided there was one person who may know what he's going through. He may not know Potter too well, but Hogwarts is no place for secrets. This let him know Potter's relatives hate magic. And by all logic, Potter is a wizard. Now how to get Potter to talk to him, without drawing the attention of everyone.

Draco sighed and considered writing a letter. He waited until curfew and started writing.

Dear Potter

Please forgive me for not revealing my identity. I recently found out I'm adopted by a family of death eaters.

The problem is I also found out I'm muggleborn. I don't know what to do. How do I know my parents aren't faking their love for me?

Again, sorry for not telling you who I am. Please forgive me.

Draco got a very confused letter back.

Ugh, no problem. I can't say I'm too well versed in the loving family department. But if your parents treat you well, I say they love you. I get it may be confusing to be a muggleborn in a pureblood supremacist family, but your parents picked you for a reason.

Draco was rereading and rereading the letter. "Draco, you ever gonna touch your food?" Theodore asked him. "Ugh, I'm not hungry." The Slytherins looked at him. "I forgot one of my textbooks. I'll be back."

Draco never did come back from his room. He just wasn't okay with everything. If his parents believed mudbloods were inferior then he was, wasn't he? Even if they loved him. He had to do what he believed in. He shouldn't be here, he knew that. He pointed his wand to himself and cast the killing curse, laying him out flat on the floor.

Snape was the one who found Draco's body. He held Draco, crying. "Draco. This is what I was afraid of." Goyle was met with an order to get Dumbledore. Dumbledore did a spell check on the wand and wished he knew what Mister Malfoy planned. "It is a suicide."

Lucius and Narcissa buried their son way too young. Lucius wondered if he should have told Draco himself, as Narcissa sobbed on his shoulder.

Hogwarts' felt ominous. Many students felt that there was now a curse in the building. How did a suicidal student become overlooked? Potter confided in Hermione about the letter he got. "Do you think it was Malfoy?" He whispered. "Could've been." She shrugged. "It's not your fault if so, Harry."

Lucius pondered over whether to stay in the wizarding world or not. He was rich by both wizard and muggle standards. He blamed the wizarding world for his son's death.

The Malfoys decided to leave the wizarding world behind, not even bothering to pack anything, but Draco's old wand. They found a place and started blending in as some wealthy muggles. Lucius wished he explained everything to Draco sooner, and maybe his death could've been prevented.