The Mirror of Erised- Dramione

Half-Breed

How could I ever love someone who was never my son to begin with?

His father's words lingered in his mind, as he approached Malfoy Manor. The flowers were not tended to. Thick, green vines grew over the manor. The wood was weakened. The manor no longer held its beauty it once had. He walked in, looking for his mother. "Mum? Mother!"

The house was unkept. There were mud stains on the marble floor, the chandelier was webbed, and the manor smelt of growing mold. He walked around, memories replaying in his head. He walked to the kitchen, where his favorite memory replayed in his head.

He could almost smell the fresh baked cookies coming out of the oven. It was Christmas. Before the Dark Lord was rumored to return, when Draco's father was the closest thing to kind. Of course, he still was biased to purebloods, but he hade never wanted to pain others. Young Draco was in the kitchen with his mother baking Christmas cookies with his mum. There were cookies shaped of Christmas trees, stars, ornaments, reindeer, socks. Dobby was there too! He helped make the frosting. Draco's father walked in, a smile on his face. "Draco, come over. I heard a muggle story that I think you might enjoy." Draco and his mother walked over and sat around the Christmas tree. "I was walking among the muggles, when I saw a odd dressed, fat, jolly man with children on his lap. His name was Santa Claus. Now, it seemed odd at first, but I learned the Christmas story and I just couldn't wait to tell you!" Draco's eyes glistened, eager to learn more. "He lives in the North Pole, a cold, wintery place. He has thousands of elves, much like ours. They help him make toys and presents throughout the entire year for children, only the good children. The bad ones get coal." His father chuckled. "Then, on every Christmas eve, he delivers them to all the children around the world." Draco was awed. "Wait, papa, won't Santa get tired?" He chuckled again. "No. He was somewhat of magic. He travels by sleigh. His reindeer help by flying him around. What do you think? Should we set out milk and cookies for Santa?" "Yeah, and, and carrots for the reindeer!"

Draco smiled at the warm memory. His father was once a good man. If only he stayed good. "Draco, is that you?" Draco turned around toe his mother.

"Hello, mum." He gave her a hug. "You look tired. Have you been taking proper care of yourself? Where's Lilac? Isn't she here?"

"No, no, I let her go," His mother replied. "I gave her a sock."

Draco smiled. "Of course you did."

He thought and remembered what he wanted to ask. "Mum, father told me something that I can't seem to get out of my head."

"What is it?"

"Am I really your child?"

Narcissa looked at Draco surprised and fainted.

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Narcissa opened her eyes. She noticed the familiar environment. Her room. Draco slept in a chair next to her bed. Narcissa smiled and reached to touch his right cheek. He awoke. "Mum."

"Draco, I can explain," she said.

"You mean, it's true?"

"No, you are my child," Narcissa said. "That much is true. But, you are not Lucius's child."

"What do you mean?"

Narcissa sighed. "Lucius and I had what you would call an Arranged Marriage. We were betrothed to each other since birth. When we attended Hogwarts, they had started accepting Muggles to the school. Lucius never hated Muggles, he was just a bit more biased towards Purebloods. Your father was a muggle. We fell in love, and made you before I got married with Lucius. We were broken hearted. I never told your father I had you, and I never told Lucius he wasn't the real father. When you turned 8, your real father had found out you existed and came to find me. Lucius also found out and killed you father. That was when he truly started to hate Muggles. When all the abuse started. When he joined forces with the Dark Lord. I turned him into a monster, and you never got the real childhood you deserved." Narcissa reached out to hold Draco's right hand. "I'm so sorry." Draco put his left hand on top of her hand and smiled.

"It's not your fault. Please do not blame yourself."

This tender moment was interrupted by a stressed Harry and a moody Ginny. "Draco! Hi, Narcissa. Draco, we need your help." Harry said, fast-paced.

"What is it?" Draco asked.

Ginny spoke in a scared voice. "It's Hermione. She's disappeared."