The AllSpark's Chosen

Chapter 6: The Malfoy Revelation^

The grand dining room of Malfoy Manor was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. Lucius Malfoy sat at the head of the long, polished table, reading through the *Daily Prophet* with a frown etched on his pale face. Narcissa sat across from him, sipping tea, her icy blue eyes gazing out of the window into the vast, manicured gardens. Draco, seated at his usual spot, was pushing the food around his plate, clearly distracted by something.

The house was unusually quiet tonight, the usual hum of conversation absent as each member of the family seemed lost in their own thoughts. For months, things had been tense within the Malfoy household. The Dark Lord had returned, and their family was being pulled deeper into his inner circle, something that unsettled Narcissa deeply, though she rarely spoke of it aloud.

Draco, too, was growing more withdrawn. He was still reeling from the pressure that had been placed on him after the Dark Lord had taken residence in their home. It was a weight he hadn't been prepared for, and it showed in the furrowed lines that had appeared on his young face.

Lucius looked up from his newspaper, his sharp grey eyes landing on his son. "Draco, I expect you to eat more than just a bite of your food," he said, his tone crisp.

Draco, startled from his thoughts, glanced up at his father, but before he could respond, the sound of wings fluttering through the dining room startled them all. A large, official-looking owl swooped down from the rafters, landing gracefully on the table in front of Lucius. The owl dropped a thick packet of papers onto the table and gave a sharp hoot before flying off into the night.

The sudden appearance of the owl caught all three Malfoys off guard.

Lucius raised an eyebrow, looking at the packet with suspicion. "Unusual," he muttered, setting down his newspaper and reaching for the envelope.

Narcissa, her curiosity piqued, leaned forward slightly. "Who would be sending something at this hour?"

Lucius didn't answer immediately. His fingers traced the Gringotts seal stamped on the front of the packet, his brow furrowing. Gringotts rarely sent correspondence directly to homes unless it was a matter of great importance. With growing suspicion, Lucius broke the seal and unfolded the parchment.

For a moment, there was only silence as Lucius scanned the first page. His sharp eyes narrowed, his lips pressing into a thin line. As he read further, his usually composed demeanor faltered, and his grip on the parchment tightened.

Draco, noticing his father's sudden change in expression, looked up from his plate. "Father? What is it?"

Lucius didn't answer immediately, his eyes still fixed on the document. Narcissa, her delicate features set in a mask of calm curiosity, set her teacup down and leaned closer. "Lucius?"

Without a word, Lucius slid the first sheet of parchment across the table to Narcissa. As she began to read, her face paled, her blue eyes widening in disbelief. The calm mask she wore so carefully slipped for a brief moment.

"This... this can't be true," Narcissa whispered, her voice shaking slightly as she handed the document to Draco.

Draco took the parchment with a frown, his heart pounding as he read the bold heading at the top of the page:

**Inheritance Test** 
**Name**: Harry Potter

Draco's brow furrowed. Why would Harry Potter's inheritance be sent to them? As he read further, his confusion turned into outright shock.

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**Inheritance Test** 
**Name**: Harry Potter ( to be changed to Saber Howler Pendragon)
**Father**: Adrian Howler Pendragon 
**Mother**: Libby Howler 
**Adopted Father**: James Potter (Deceased) 
**Adopted Mother**: Lily Potter (Deceased) 

**Godfather(s)**: Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape , Sirius Black.
**Godmother(s)**: Narcissa Malfoy-Black, Bellatrix Lestrange.

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The words blurred in Draco's vision as he re-read the section over and over again, his mind struggling to comprehend what he was seeing. He felt a cold chill run down his spine.

"Potter's... godparents?" Draco whispered, his voice barely audible.

Narcissa's hand trembled slightly as she reached for her teacup again, though her eyes never left the parchment. "This... makes no sense. We were never told..."

Lucius, his face now set in a stony mask, spoke for the first time since reading the document. "It appears, Narcissa, that many things have been kept from us. But the blood test is undeniable."

Draco stared at the parchment, the realization slowly sinking in. Harry Potter—the boy he had spent years hating, the boy who had always been at the center of everything—was not who they thought he was. He wasn't just the son of James and Lily Potter. He was a Pendragon, with Lucius and Narcissa as his godparents.

"And there's more," Lucius said, his voice low as he pulled out the second page.

The next page detailed titles, vaults, and a heritage unlike anything Draco had ever imagined.

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**Titles**: 
- Young Prince of the Wizarding World 
- Lord of Magic 
- Crowned Prince of Hogwarts 
- Child Loved by Dragons 
- Child Loved by Gods 

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Draco's breath caught as he read through the list. A **Prince**? And not just any prince—*the* Prince of the Wizarding World? His eyes flickered over to his parents, both of whom were now deep in thought, their faces unreadable.

"He was hidden," Narcissa said, almost to herself. "His true heritage—Pendragon—was hidden. Even from us."

Lucius's eyes narrowed. "It seems Dumbledore has been keeping more secrets than we realized."

The name sent a ripple of tension through the room. Dumbledore. The man who had controlled so much of the wizarding world, pulling strings behind the scenes, always appearing to be the wise, benevolent figure. But if this letter was to be believed, Dumbledore had concealed one of the most powerful lineages in existence.

"What are we going to do about this?" Draco asked, his voice tight with disbelief.

Lucius was silent for a long moment, the cogs in his mind clearly turning as he weighed the options. "We will do nothing for now," he said at last, his voice carefully measured. "We must proceed with caution. Dumbledore may have kept this from us for a reason, but if Harry Potter—no, *Saber Howler*—is indeed connected to our family as this inheritance test indicates, we will need to ensure that we are on the right side of this."

Narcissa's lips pressed into a thin line, but she nodded in agreement. "This changes everything," she said softly, her eyes clouded with thought. "We will need to reach out to him, Lucius. We need to speak to him. If he is our godson, we have a duty to him."

Lucius inclined his head slightly. "Yes, we do. But we will tread carefully. The boy may not wish to hear from us, given his past... *assumptions* about our family."

Draco sat in silence, staring at the document in front of him. The shock was slowly wearing off, replaced by a strange feeling of unease. Potter—no, Saber—wasn't the person he had thought he was. And the idea that they shared a connection through his parents, through blood, changed everything.

For the first time in his life, Draco wasn't sure what to think.