Lifeline

8. The Malfoy's (Pt. 2)

Third Person POV

Amongst all the chaos, everyone had temporarily forgotten about the deal made with Lucius Malfoy. When they failed to remember, he was quick to remind them.

"My heir! I was promised a conversation with him!" Everyone stared at him incredulously.

"Excuse me?" Evelyn spat at him in disgust, "you expect us to give you something, after what you've done! What you've just admitted to doing, to my brother!"

Lucius raised an eyebrow. "Well, seeing as it was an agreement made ahead of time for my disclosing of that information, yes, I do expect that conversation. There is important things I must inform him of, as my heir, things he must know."

Before anyone else could speak, the topic of this debate rised from his seat. "I did agree to the conversation. I'll give him an hour and have done with it." Draco spoke gravely, somewhat reluctantly, as though he was about to write his will. Jack looked at him with all sympathy he was capable of.

"We would be smart to give them privacy for this." He said. Evelyn was looking around, unable to believe that this agreement was being followed through. "We aren't actually letting them do this are we?"

Jack didn't answer, grabbing Evelyn's hand and leading her out, though she resisted. Everyone else followed, save for a gaurd by Lucius. Narcissa stayed silent through the endeavour. Draco moved from the room he was in, and made his way to the real court room, so that there was no longer glass between him and his former guardians.

"Hello Draco..." Narcissa said softly, but there was no love in her eyes. It was an acknowledgement, and little more. Before Lucius could get a word in, Draco did. He had to know this. It kept him up at night, and he needed to know.

"Why did you do it?" He asked. Narcissa frowned. "Do what?"

"Lie." Was Draco's only response. "Lie to him, about Potter, for me? We both know you never loved me much, either of you," he glanced at Lucius, then back at Narcissa, "and you certainly never loved me enough to lie to him. So why?"

It was not Narcissa who answered, but her husband. "Foolish boy, it's obvious! It's why I even wanted this conversation! Your right, you weren't worth lying to the Dark Lord. The blood in your veins, however, was."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "What makes my blood so much more special then that of any other pureblood?"

Narcissa rolled her eyes. Lucius stared at Draco in horror of his ignorance. "Why, us of course! The Malfoy and Black bloodline continued through you! You are our only legitiment heir! We can't have you dying."

"Why do you keep doing that?" Draco snapped.

"Doing what?" Lucius asked, confused.

"You never say only son, you never say your only child. Your only heir. Why do you do that?" Draco couldn't help but ask. Narcissa and Lucius shared a look.

"Well..." Narcissa began, "once we had another child. Long ago, before the Potter incident. But somehow they ended up a filthy squib!" She exclaimed, sounding as though the child had been that way on purpose. "Anyway, the Dark Lord said that the child's lack of magic offended him. So he made us get rid of the child, though after the discovery, we very well may have done that anyway." She said this, all of it, like it didn't matter. She and Lucius were more absent then before. Perhaps Azkaban had taken a small toll.

Draco stumbled back. "W-what? What did you do?"

"Oh, we gave them to the Dark Lord to get rid of, of course."

Draco's eyes widened. "What? What did he-"

"Oh, enough about this. We sent them to some random place in the muffle world, where their lack of magic wouldn't matter. I believe they was five at the time. And yes, they are most likely dead. But that's not what we're here for!"

"Then what are we here for?" Draco asked. "What, if not this? Why are we speaking?"

"We are here to discuss some things you need to remember to keep up the Malfoy image." Narcissa smiled with exitment, like this was good news.

Draco took a step back. "Excuse me?"

"You heard right. Now, first- where are you going?" Lucius asked when Draco started walking to the door.

"I'm done here."

"Get back here!" Narcissa yelled.

Draco turned around, a fire in his eyes. "You two are sick and twisted. You deserve each other. But I never asked to be your son, and for the love of all that is good and pure, I never deserved either of you!"

With those words, he left the room, leaving the people who were once his parents. He left the Malfoy name there with them too.

So I know Hunter never made an appearance in this chapter, but it was supposed to be centered around Draco. I was trying to establish the kind of person he is in this fic.

So Draco's sibling might come into play later. I know this might look a little like Swords and Wands now, but it really is a different story. There might be some paralleles, but I promise it is different.

That's all for now guys! See you soon <3