The gates to the mansion were tall and dark, made of a strange blackish-brown wood, and swung open of their own accord as the two approached, revealing a vast hall beyond it. Composed of polished marble and quartz, and decorated with several gold inlays along the marble floor, forming serpents and phrases ("Purity, Dignity, Eternity" was one that showed up a lot). Lucius Malfoy grabbed the boy roughly, dragging him through the mansion gates into the inner hall, before simply throwing him onto a nearby couch, as if he were merely a piece of luggage.

The blonde Malfoy Lord sat down on a small armchair across from where Harry was seated, and, resting one leg upon the other knee, put the tips of his fingers together directly below his nose, and merely looked at Harry, naked malice glimmering in his eyes. "So, Potter, mine at last.", he said in a voice that sounded simultaneously arrogant beyond compare, and triumphant. Harry could do nothing but look at him, slightly terrified at the sheer loathing that shone through those piercing blue eyes (and Harry couldn't help but think that they looked remarkably familiar), until at last he managed to stammer out, "Wh-Who are you ? W-Where am I ?"

Lucius seemed to calm down slightly at this, his eyes quirking with sadistic joy as he took in the boy's clear discomfort, "My apologies, Mr. Potter. I appear t have transgressed my duties as a host. I am Lucius Malfoy, High Elder of the Malfoy House, one of the ten Great Sons of the Mal-fid Lineage, and descendant of Morgana Le Fay herself. I am known to my friends and wife as Lucius and my son as Father, but you will address me as Sir. Understand ?"
Harry, slightly awed by the number of titles the man held, stammered out, "Y-yes, sir. But if I may ask... Why am I here ?"

Lucius smirked and replied, "Boy, do you know who you are ?"
"Yes sir, I am Harry Potter"
"And do you know what that entails ?"
"No sir"

If it was possible, Malfoy's joy seemed to dim slightly, and he snarled out, "What ? Blood Traitor or not, you are a son of a Great House ! Who dares deny you your lineage ?!
"M-my lineage, sir ?"
Lucius spat out, as if the words were poison, "Do you know nothing, boy ?! You are Harry Potter... You are...", he seemed to calm down somewhat, before seemingly forcing himself to continue, as if he really didn't want to say the following words, but was forced to by dignity and etiquette, "... you are the Sole Heir of the Great House Potter, a relatively young House compared to the others, and yet prestigious in it's own right. As Sole Heir and with no other present Elders, you are named as Lesser Lord Potter, and will claim the title of Greater Lord when you come of age, and with enough achievements, one day, will become High Elder. You are the tenth Great Son of the Iust-fid Lineage, and are therefore entitled to a Wizengamot Seat. Who dared to deny you this fact ?"

Most of that speech flew straight over Harry's eleven-year-old mind, and so, for a moment, he didn't react, merely blinking and looking at the Malfoy Elder. After a few seconds, he said, "I.. I don't know sir, I lived with my aunt and uncle. I don't know anything..."
"Your Aunt and Uncle ? James Potter was a Sole Heir. He had no siblings. What Aunt and Uncle ?"
"M-my mother's sister and her husband, s-sir..."

For a moment, all was silent, before a fiery rage filled Lucius' eyes, and he gripped the armrests of his chair tightly, almost breaking them, "Your mother... Lily Potter ?! That Mudblood filth ?! They left you with her siblings ? You were left with Mudbloods ?"
"W-What are Mudbloods, sir ?", the boy squeaked, feeling more and more terrified, practically by the second
"Mudbloods are... in... ordinary tongue, Muggle-borns, the children of filth, the magic-stealers, children of people who cannot use magic", Lucius said, clearly trying to reign in his rage
"Magic ? Magic doesn't exist though, does it ?", the boy said, before immediately realizing what a bad idea it was to say that.
If it was possible, Lucius Malfoy seemed to grow even angrier, before blanching and muttering, "Muggles ? They left you with Muggles ?", before his rage returned full force, and he stormed off, leaving Harry alone in the living room

For a few seconds, Harry sat there, completely alone, glancing around at the mansion, at the many portraits that decorated the black marble walls of the... so-called home. though to Harry, it felt more like a museum, as if Malfoy, in his pride and arrogance, had turned his home into a mausoleum for the ancestors he loved so dearly, and in doing so, had forgotten to make it feel like an actual home. At least the Dursley house actually felt like a house
For a few seconds, he just sat there, unsure of what to do, or where to go, before he heard the door to the living room open, and another voice began speaking, a voice that sounded kind, but if one were to listen closely, they would hear a note of steel hidden behind that kindness. It said, "Well, well, well. I was wondering why my husband just stormed up the stairs and began pacing about our room, raging about Muggle-lovers and Mudbloods. Looks like I've got my answer. Hello, Mr. Potter"

Harry spun around to look at the source of this voice, and saw, standing before him, a tall, middle-aged, and reasonably-attractive women, dressed in a black, flowy, silk dress, with black hair that hung down to her shoulders, and was streaked with white, and grey eyes that shone with intelligence, and yet appeared slightly dead. The woman smiled, clearly trying to look kind, "Ah, my apologies. I seem to have forgotten my manners. Let me introduce myself. I am Narcissa Black-Malfoy, High Lady of the Malfoy House, one of the Ten Daughters of Iust-Fid, and High Elder of the Black House."
"H-hello, I'm Harry... Harry Potter"
"I already know who you are, Harry," the woman smiled, clearly trying to look kind, "Everyone does. You are here as our guest... for the foreseeable future... and so we must treat you with... respect, if not kindness. In return. I expect you to follow our rules"
"Y-yes, ma'am"
"Good, and call me Mrs. Malfoy. "Ma'am" will get tiresome fast"
"Yes, ma- Mrs. Malfoy"
She smiled and nodded, before gesturing to the door, "Come, let me show you your room. You will, unfortunately, be sharing a living space with our son, Draco, since the other quarters are not yet... fit for human habitation. I... do not expect you two to get along, but I expect that you will not stoop to the level of fighting...at least not in the main living areas ... or in public. Do it in the basement or the attic if you have to."
"Y-yes.. Mrs. Malfoy"
"Good"