Lucius Hidden Son

Chapter 29: Ryry’s Calvary.

Between Harry and Gabrielle, Lucius and Narcissia were going to have a lot to do! They would have a lot of time to correct all of this! Six small days really. They were going to have to teach the protocol to both children very fast. They were going to manage and to make a perfect Lady and a perfect Gentleman in next to no time! After the dinner, everybody went to go to bed having kissed and wished good night at all the others.

While Lucius had hardly just woken up in his bed, he heard an enormous noise resulting from the wing of the children. He was certain that all the walls of the Manor had trembled.

- " What was that? " He thought getting up of his bed where he was so indeed, against his will.

He took a housecoat on the chair next to him, threaded it because he was always cold, and went by sighing towards the wing of the children, wondering what the twins were doing to be able to provoke such a noise. While he arrived in the central corridorwhich connected both wings of the Manor house, he heard again this deafening noise but he recognized it this time: a sneeze! And it was far from being discreet!

Seeing Draco and Gabrielle outside of their room to see what took place, Lucius went to them.

- " What happened here? We have a dragon with a cold in the Manor? " He smiled to make made fun.

- " In that case, it would rather be a panther! " Said Draco, smiling.

- " Harry! Why does it not amaze me? " Lucius sighed.

Seeing that Gabrielle carried only a nightdress, he created a housecoat with a dress from the cupboard of his daughter making her sign to thread it.

- " One child ill is enough for me … " He explained.

He then sent them to have breakfast in the lounge while he entered Harry's room who did not stop sneezing and blowing. He was buried under three braids and seemed to shiver with cold.

- " Harry, you tried to immitate a penguin yesterday? " Says his father by taking a chair and by sitting down next to his bed.

Harry make only a poor smile before quickly catching another handkerchief and sneezing inside. Without the handkerchief, Lucius would have taken everything in the face figure …

- " I wanted to make it in other circumstances but because you are there, at least I am sure that you will listen to me … " Began Lucius.

- " Of fhat are you speaking? " Asked Harry who had a cold of hell and managed hardly to speak.

- " You remember the textbook which you received for Christmas? " Questioned his father.

- " Yes, but I don’t see mee reading it yet. " Tempted Harry who saw very well where his father wanted to come and wanted in no way to follow lessons to know how to act properly now.

- " I suspect it well! I am going to ask Winny to serve you your breakfast here. As soon as I shall have taken mine, we shall begin. It is me who shall read it, if you have questions, you stop me … " Says Lucius to him before going out of the room without leaving even time to Harry to find an excuse to cancel the session.

Ryry had stored the book in the library of his lounge with the firm intention to never open it. What he would not do to avoid that his father can read it to him. when he was a child, Harry had always dreamed that his father read him fairy tales before falling asleep but certainly not " the small illustrated Malfoy " as he had nicknamed this cursed book! This time, he would not be able to avoid this!

His father seems well decided to make a true Malfoy of him, like Draco. Harry wondered vaguely if Gabrielle would be entitled to the same treatment … By knowing that yes, it would console him a little to know that he was not the only one to undergo these lessons! He had hardly the time to gobble up his meal that his father arrived in his room, loan for the session of torture.

While the tall blond guy looked for the textbook in the library of Ryry, Crookshank entered whirlwind in the room and settled down next to Harry, on the bed. The cat seemed to flee something … Lucius returned and settled down on the chair next to Harry. He saw the Persian of his daughter lengthened on the bed. Lucius found this enormous cat funny, it was quiet and seemed very intelligent.

- " It also intends to follow my lessons ? " He asked to relax the atmosphere because he smelt that Harry was not really very happy by these lessons.

- " It rather seems that it avoids something or somebody … It is very strange, usually it stays with Gabrielle, it is always stuck at her … " Answered Harry.

" It is possible … " Says Lucius with a face that prove that he knew exactly what happened and why the cat had decided to come here rather than to stay with its mistress.

Lucius had already had himself a bad time to convince his wife not to put the parrot in their room. For that purpose, he had invented all the possible and inconceivable pretexts. He had an overflowing imagination to find excuses when he did not want anything. Tired of pitiful excuses of her husband and unlimited conversations about the bird, Narcissia had granted to keep her parrot in the room where she devoted herself to her leisure activities: painting, flower arrangements, piano, singing and embroidery. She also made sometimes knitting. Resuming the thread of his thoughts, Lucius put back his attention on the textbook which he held between hands.

He was not more packed than his son but it was a benign pain. How long did he have spent to learn it by heart in his youth? He had cursed it of thousands of times but indeed had to admit that this scarf manual had very often helped him when he did not know how to react in a situation without losing the face. He had had to buy a new one for his son because his had been burned for a long time by his owner who had have a good laugh to spend days to learn it by heart. Without speaking about torn away, burned, colour, crossed off pages … In brief, Lucius former textbook would be any more of use to nobody, it was even more fit to be seen …

Not wanting at once to flood his son under the rules of manners and savoir-vivre, he decided to begin with the conversation, to correct his diction of which he had already heard things which did not have to get in a courteous conversation …

- " How is it at the school? " Asked Lucius by making himself attention about what he says so that his son can learn correctly.

- " Hmm, as usual … " Answered Harry who made apparently no effort, because he had not understood what wanted to do his father.

Lucius sighed. He had to find a subject which Harry would consider interesting to be able to correct his syntax and the way he speaks. Only with somebody so little inclined in the exercise, the task showed itself harder than planned.

- " You do not want to tell me a little? I shall enough like knowing that you summits during the courses, in the ward … " Insisted Lucius.

- " Has nothing to say … " Answered Harry, not cooperative at all.

- " How's that, there is not much to say? " Lucius corrected him.

The blond man began slowly but certainly to tear away his hair one by one. Impossible to make his son speak! He was nevertheless much more talkative than it usually!

" I told everything to you in letters … " Explained Harry by sniffing.

Suddenly, Lucius understood why his son refused to speak to him: he was afraid of making faults and preferred to keep silent in order not to anger his father.

- " Do not mind of what you say, tell me, it interests me … " His father says, trying a new approach and praying so that it does not end by a failure.

- " It is Ron … I believe that I miss his stupid jokes and I believe that it is the similar for Gabrielle. She said to me that he didn’t work anymore in class since I disappeared … And now, it is Hermione who is going to disappear … That hurts me to see him sad … " Explained Harry.

- " Ron? You want to speak about Mr Weasley? It is also what Draco had said to me. Since you are not any more with the lions, he does not work any more in class. If you so miss his jokes, try to say him the truth but pay attention: if somebody else discovers it,it risks to bring us troubles … " Answered him his father who had exactly repeat all that he had just said to him in an a little more correct language.

- " You are sure about that? I do not know if it is a good idea to say it to him), he hates Malfoys … I believe that it is better to let him find by himself … Decided Harry.

- " As you want, but do not leave too evident indications … " Warned him all the same his father.

Harry agreed. Lucius who saw his son making progress according to the conversation, decided to let him rest a little. After all, he was sick.

- " Do you want to play a game of chess? " He proposed his son.

- " Yes! I shall like very much! " Answered this last one at once.

With a flick of his wand, Lucius created the plateau of chess, he gave the whites to his son to leave him a chance. He saw fit to take advantage of the surge of energy of his son to finalizesome little gifts. In the middle of the play while his son was losing, Lucius decided to resume the course but preferred to explain at first certain things to his son.

- " Do you know that you can be on first-name terms with me, Harry? " Asked the blond man.

- " Draco always says “you” and speak politely with you … " Began Harry.

- " You make a mistake. He makes it here so that you become used to it but in private, he is always on first-name terms with me, quite as for Narcissia. When there is only us or Severus, you can be on first-name terms with us. You speak politelyat us only in public or when a foreign person is here. After all, you are well on first-name terms with your godfather, no? " Asked Lucius.

" It seemed strange to me at the beginning, but now, it seems normal to me. " Confirmed Harry.

Lucius was very satisfied with the efforts his son made to answer correctly. He looked a little for his words by moment, but with the custom everything would be completed. At the beginning, Lucius had been afraid that his son has the education of a hooligan but he had fast noticed that except for some faults, he behaved rather correctly. Only the language was to correct and some manners …

Wining the game, Lucius decided to resume the course correctly. Always lengthened in his bed, Harry pet the cat of his sister who purred as an engine in his arms. All this time, Lucius had gone to look for the famous textbook … Before it, he went down to have lunch together with his family which had just returned. During this time, Harry gobbled up his lunch too. Crookshank had decided to go out of the Ryry’s room to see where was its mistress. While his father sat back up next to him, Harry heard a bizarre noise.

- " What happened ? We knife a cat? " He asked, frightened by the noise asked.

- " I doubt that your sister appreciates the comparison … " Commented Lucius by keeping with difficulty from laughing.

Harry looked at him without understanding.

- " While I take charge of you, Narcissia takes charge of Gabrielle. She has no same kind of things to learn as you but it is not much better … " Explained his father.

Without warning, Harry roared in his bed. He had just finally understood why Crooshank had avoided Gabrielle like the plague to rush in his room. He was delighted to know that he was not the only one to have to undergo these lessons ! While he tried little by little to calm down, two balls of hairs, which a blue one he had never seen, jumped into his bed. The blue kitten which Ryry did not know, allowed Harry to pet him then left, playing on the braid of the bed with Crooshank very happy to have another cat to play with him.

- " If I had known before the fact that Gabrielle was in the same boat as you would put you in a such cheerfulness, I would have said it to you at once … " Says Lucius, by smiling before the reaction of his son.

Once the crazy laughter was finished, things became again serious.

- " And if we ended the theory today? As it we would not have more than the practice for the other days... " Proposed Lucius.

Harry nodded of agreement. Faster he would have finished this Calvary, faster he could rest. He appreciated the company of his father a lot but the lessons of good manners, it was really not for him …

- " Perfect ! Then let us begin! I explain you rules today and tomorrow we shall see with Cissa to apply them. It is convenient for you? " Asked Lucius.

Although he did not see whatwas doing his mother in this story, Harry agreed.

- " Then, in the first place when somebody arrives at the Manor house, if it is a couple you begin by greeting the lady. It is the politeness. You kiss her on the hand and without making the grimace even if she is no more first youth and then you introduce yourself. Then, you pass to her husband, there you shake hands with him and again you introduce yourself.. Even if he is next to her, you have to introduce yourself at every person the first time when you meet them. Then, if necessary, you pass to her daughter and so on … Everything is clear? " Asked Lucius.

- " I believe … " Says Harry.

- " Perfect! If there are persons you already know, you content with going to greet them and take advantage of it to slide a compliment to the lady. That always helps to relax the atmosphere! And especially whatever happens, never let your feelings show through on your face. You always have to keep a neutral expression. If somebody can guess your feelings, he can trap you. Never forget it! " Ended Lucius.

It made a lot retain at one time but Harry says to himself that with a little of practice, he would certainly arrive as well as Draco, but there certainly not as well as his father. Harry was incapable to read the slightest emotion and the single feeling on the face of his father when this one wanted to let nothing appear. On the other hand, he sometimes managed to decipher those of his twin whom he interpreted more easily because he was more in the habit of seeing him and due to observing it, he had managed to decipher his feelings through his gestures or through his words. Harry wondered what his father meant by practical exercises. He decided to ask him the question, not wanting to have unpleasant surprises the next day.

Regrettably, his father wanted to say nothing to him and let him have dinner in his room before falling asleep. The day had taken off to a vertiginous speed while his father made him literally the lesson. Nevertheless, Harry appreciated a lot to spend time with his father.

He found his presence soothing. Lucius went out of the room of his son and returned some minutes later, several phials in his arms. They were intended for Harry. Without a word, he tightened them to the boy who put them on his bedside table and looked at them silently.

- " You intend to look at them all night long? " His father asked him, he wondered what it happened in the head of his son.

- " I have to take them? " Asked Harry, curious.

- " Why do you thus believe that I brought them to you? " Questioned his father who wondered on which planet his son was to be so in dream.

Harry shrugged.

- " I and potions, we don’t get together … " He says on a tone of excuse.

- " That, I already know ! But according to Severus, you have now the same level as Gabrielle and Draco … " Lucius sighed.

- " I am not sick, I do not need it … " He says, lengthening in his bed.

- " Not sick ? You dare say me that while you woke all the Manor this morning with your sneezes?!? " Lucius was very surprised by the attitude of his son.

- " That is going to pass alone … It is just a small cold! " Tried to explain Harry.

- " A small cold … You do not rely on Severus for potions or you do not want to take them? " Asked Lucius who got impatient.

- " Hmmm … I take already enough potions at school " says Harry.

- " Conclusion, you do not want it because they have a special taste, right ? " Asked Lucius who saw finally where his son wanted to come.

Harry nodded, hisfather was perfectly right.

- " Try ! I know that they have no terrible taste but it is for your good! Then you are going to please me to swallow them and without discussing because it begins to be late and because tomorrow, we resume the exercises. " Lucius got excited.

- " But I am well … " Began Harry.

- " Harry Lucius Malfoy! Do not discuss or I gull them to you myself! We always say, it is a small cold and after the troubles arrive! My father made me the same blow and he is in a box now! I have once already lost you, I am not going to begin again! Then, hurry! "

This time, Lucius lost his composure. He would not lose his son as he had lost his father, for a stupid cold after which he had not wanted to look and who had got worse until it takes his father. This day, Lucius had sworn to listen to no never somebody refusing to drink his potions even if they had a vile taste. Understanding that his refusal had woken bad memories at his father, Harry took the phials of potions and swallowed them without saying a word under the sad glance of his father. Harry had just understood that his father really liked him and that he would make anything to keep him near him as long as possible. Basing the empty phials on his bedside table and with a grimace of disgust because of their taste, Harry lay down again in his bed. Lucius came to sit down next to him on the edge of bed.

- " Excuse me for being angry with you. I do not want to lose any more member of my family … " Lucius apologized.

Harry agreed, without saying a word. Reassured, Lucius put a kiss on the forehead of his son and wished him good night. He went to the door of the room and sent another sign to Harry who already napped in his bed, before closing the door behind him and going to his own room. He had not wanted to get so excited after the young man but he had to understand that after all what he had made to have the boy with him, he would leave nothing, or anybody deprive him to his son again. He would make everything so that his son is happy and lives as long as possible even if for it, he had to force him to take his potions when he was sick.

Smiling to this thought, because Lily hated too drinking potions , Lucius entered his room. Harry reminded him enormously the one that he had loved and that he always loved, especially with the emerald eyes inherited from his mother. This one had left, too, but Lucius swore himself that it would never arrive anything at his son. In his room, Harry was unconscious of thoughts which shook his father. Before falling asleep, he wondered vaguely how fast Gabrielle moved in her own lessons …

To Be Continued ….

A little review please ?

The next week, the same day but from the point of view of Gabrielle! Sorry of the delay,but I just came back from my exams.