"My Daddy can talk with snakes?" Harry asked.
"Yes," Mrs. Malfoy said. "Your father could speak to snakes, although I am not completely sure where he got the ability. It's hereditary, it means that it is a family gift, you got your gift from your father and he... to be honest he is the first Potter to get the gift. His parents never had the ability, nor anyone in the Potter family." She turned to her husband and asked, "Do we still have the lineage tapestry?"
"We should," Mr. Malfoy said. "I know your aunt had hers turned into a wall paper. Ours should be hanging somewhere. One moment." He tapped his cane on the floor and two house-elves appeared. "Go fetch the lineage tapestry," he said.
"Our families tend to... intertwine every now and then," Mrs. Malfoy said. "We have a full tapestry that adds onto itself that keeps track of the 'Sacred Twenty-Eight' these are pureblood families who never had any muggle relatives. Your family was never a part of us, but still the tapestry should have kept track of your lineage seeing as the Potter family were purebloods."
There was a loud crack and the two house-elves reappeared holding a gigantic rolled up tapestry between the two of them. It looked to be at least ten feet long. Mr. Malfoy took out his wand and waved it. The tapestry sprung to life and jumped out of the house-elves' hands, unrolling itself until it was floating in the air. The tapestry was the size of a small room; family crests adorn it as names were connected with flower stems or thorns. Harry stared at it, impressed by the sheer size of the tapestry as well as the number of names that he couldn't read. Mrs. Malfoy dismissed the elves and stood up. "Look here Harry, here you are," she said. She pointed to a name near the bottom. It had a long thick stem connected to two other names who had similar looking last names. Harry pointed to a letter and said, "I think that one! It's in the word 'clockwise,' I can read that word!"
"Really Harry? Very good," Mrs. Malfoy chuckled. "That is the letter 'O' and the one before it is 'P.' P-O-T-T-E-R. That spells 'Potter.' Your first last name."
Harry looked at the letters. He pointed his small fingers at them and repeated after Mrs. Malfoy. "P...O...T...T...E...R. Potter."
"Good," Mrs. Malfoy smiled. "See the long line that connected your name here to your parents name? James and...Lily...? That means that you were born from them."
"Mummy what about this line?" Harry asked pointing to the stem that connected Harry with more names; this stem seemed to be snipped in places, the spaces in-between having small leaves.
"That just shows that you are our adopted son," Mrs. Malfoy said. "Now let's see... yes here is your father, James, and his father before him Fleamont. Now if we follow the Potter line... you'll see that it is far from the Slytherin line. The Slytherin line is known for being the only family line who has the ability to speak to snakes."
"Salazar Slytherin himself was a Parseltongue!" Draco said, jumping up to join Harry at looking at the tapestry.
"Correct," Mr. Malfoy nodded. Draco smiled for being correct and looked at the tapestry. "There's my name Harry," he said pointing to his name.
"Now boys," Mrs. Malfoy said. "If we look at the Slytherin line... they seem to die out quickly. They marry into the Gaunt family... which has connections into the Sayre family... and lastly the Steward family. All of them are gone. I believe... the Gaunt family might have been last to go, I remember stories from my grandfather about them. You remember dear? Grandfather Pollux?"
"Yes I remember; the man believed that I was a woman first time we've met," Mr. Malfoy said.
Harry and Draco giggled. "Daddy a woman?" Harry laughed.
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Harry Malfoy's Trials | Book One
FanfictionDISCLAMER: THIS STORY IS NOT MINE IT BELONGS TO MADRIDDLER ON AO3 At 4 years old Harry Potter runs away from the Dursleys to find himself at Malfoy Manor. Adopted by the Malfoys, Harry now grows up as Draco's brother surrounded by pureblood society...