Forbidden Union

Even though subconsciously he must have known that the time was drawing near, still he was surprised when the message finally came. He’d avoided going home during the holidays, and nobody had questioned it, despite the fact he knew his father would have been displeased, and so he hadn’t witnessed Carla’s flat stomach slowly expanding, becoming swollen & rounded. He was sitting down to an ordinary breakfast when his father’s regal owl had landed before him, waiting patiently for the message to be untied. But he must have known, because as soon as the owl landed he felt his stomach clench in anticipation. When he opened the letter it was his mothers tiny neat aristocratic letters which formed the simple message; “you are needed at home, you are about to become a father.”



His superb vampire sight which had never let him down seemed to dim, and his excellent hearing became a roar in his ears, the letter slipped from his hand without his noticing and would have fallen to the ground had Goyle not caught it. He vaguely felt the other wizards surge of jealousy as he read the private note, but he didn’t care.



He reached the manor by side-along apparition with his mother, who had come to personally request permission from the headmaster for an extended leave of absence; she had even requested homework be sent via owl. She was really much more diplomatic then his arrogant father could ever have managed and Draco found himself glad that Lucius had lost favour with the ministry. Maybe between his mother & himself the good standing of the Malfoy name could be restored. These childish hopes were dashed a second later when he arrived outside the gates of manor & saw his father & another tall slender man with long white hair waiting to greet him. Whatever face the Malfoy family might present to the world within these walls Lucius was king, & he was set on destroying them all for The Dark Lords short sighted vision of a pure-blooded wizarding society.



He felt his mother hesitate beside him as she saw the two wizards waiting for them and felt her surge of anger. His curiosity about the stranger grew. He ignored the wave of magic that washed over him as he passed into the wards around the Malfoy grounds and studied the stranger. He was taller than his father, which made him an imposing figure, slender to the point of being thin, and dressed in somber black robes which added to the overall impression of a solemn stern man. At first glance Draco had thought him around 70 years old due to his long white hair, but as he drew closer he saw the man’s face appeared unlined, and he remained straight backed and gave an impression of strength despite his slight build. Perhaps he had gone prematurely grey and was closer to 35. Then he was closer still & he realised that the men was not a man at all. His eyes were pale silver, almost white, his hair shone silver white in the pale sunlight, and his skin was almost translucent. Draco tore his eyes from the stranger to bow to his father.



“Draco, this is Count Magnus, once known as Magnus Malfoy. He is your great, great, great, great grandfather.”