Harry Malfoy's Trials | Book One

| Exposition

"Explain," Mrs. Malfoy demanded. She, her husband, her two sons, Mrs. Zabini and her son were sitting in a small room all staring at a grizzled, disheveled-looking Sirius Black who had a plate of food in front of him that he was still eating from. The guests were all dismissed politely, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy using Harry's and Draco's age as an excuse to end their party over.

"Explain what?" Sirius Black asked with a mouth full of food. "Explain how some Dark Lord lovers got my godson? Or maybe how about how I got into Azkaban in the first place?"

"Nice to see that place didn't take your bark away, dog," Mrs. Zabini said.

Sirius smirked and said, "It's lovely to see you too Delilah."

"Harry told us that you've told him that the Dark Lord is his grandfather," Mr. Malfoy said. "Explain how that is possible, Black, before I call the dementors here."

Sirius glared at Mr. Malfoy and took a huge bite of the chicken he was holding. "I'll you the same thing I told Harry," he said. "The rest waits till I finish my food."

He continued to eat but Mr. Malfoy took out his wand and with a flick, all the food disappeared. "You will tell us now, Black, as it seems your food is gone," Mr. Malfoy said simply.

"Bastard," Sirius muttered under his breath. He looked around and pouted briefly. "Fine... I'll tell," he grumbled.

Sirius relaxed back into the chair he was sitting and looked around slowly, his eyes hovering over everyone before stopping at Harry, who was holding Draco's hand. Sirius made a small noise and said, "You look so much like your father Harry, your real father," he looked at Harry with a soft expression in his eyes. "James would have been so proud..."

"Stop delaying and tell us," Mr. Malfoy demanded once more.

"I'm getting to that!" Sirius said. He looked at Harry and kept his eyes only on him. "I wish I could tell you all of this without our interlopers here; I wish I could turn back time and make sure that all those terrible things never happened, but we don't have the ability to do so. So I'll have to tell you the truth with everyone around us. But before I do... what do you know about me? About your dad?"

"You do not need to answer him Harry, just let him talk so we can return the dog to his rightful place," Mr. Malfoy said.

"Lucius, shut up," Mrs. Zabini said. She looked down at Harry and said gently, "You can say whatever you want Harry. Don't let Lucius over here try stop you. He might be your adopted father, but that man right there? He's your Daddy. Or as close as you'll actually get."

"Thank you Delilah... I think," Sirius said. He turned to Harry "Anyway, what do you know Harry? It'll help me know where to start."

Mr. Malfoy scoffed but Harry ignored him. "I know that you and my dad were going to marry each other but for some reason my dad married my mum," he said. "I know that... my dad was a Parseltongue... and he was sassy! Mrs. Zabini told me that part." Harry smiled at Mrs. Zabini who laughed while clapping her hands a couple of times.

Sirius chuckled and gave a small smile, "James was always known for his sass... even when I had him right where I wanted him, James would be quick with a one-liner. What else, Harry?"

"It's a mystery why my Dad is a Parseltongue—"

"Mouth," Sirius said. "The language is Parseltongue, but those who speak it are called Parselmouth. Your father was a Parselmouth, as well as that awful thing you're forced to call a grandfather."

"And me! I can talk to snakes too," Harry said. "And that's it... that's all I know about my dad."

Sirius nodded and gave a long, heavy sigh. "Then, I believe I will have to explain everything from the beginning. Give you an exposition, if you will."