Lucius Hidden Son

Chapter 5: Life at Malfoy Manor.

Sitting at the table placed in the middle of the huge dining room of the Manor, Harry felt more uncomfortable than ever in his life. His "Father"? Harry still had trouble believing it and wished with all his heart that this was a nightmare and that he would wake up soon. Lucius Malfoy had his eyes fixed on the uncomfortable Harry who was seated just to his right while Draco was sitting to his left.

Lucius kept staring at him. Harry dared not move in his chair. He was convinced that Lucius was waiting for Harry to make a mistake. To bring him back to his place in the same way that Harry had already seen done with Draco.

Draco. Yet another problem, Harry was seriously thinking about writing a book: "What to do when your worst enemy is proven to be your twin?”. He also had his eyes glued on Harry. He could not decipher what his beloved brother was thinking, as usual.

"Where do I fall?"Harry asked.

The food appeared on the table which allowed Harry to think about something other than the eyes fixed on him. Looking at his plate, he had never seen so much food or such beautifully decorated plates.

The dishes were covered with the Malfoy crest, a silver snake surrounded on itself.

"A little grim, but pretty" said Harry.

Harry reached a timid hand to a bowl filled with toasts to catch one. Before he had time to reach a single piece of bread, Lucius’ hand was on his own. Harry looked at Lucius without understanding. He threw him a look but he said nothing.

"But what have I done?" He asked.

He saw his fault. Draco looked as if he had not eaten for three weeks but he did not take food in hand, he took his fork to bring it to his plate.

"At the Dursley, there weren’t as many polite ways! I'd like to see their heads if they saw how we eat here!" Harry said that to himself but dare not to say it out loud.

Moreover, there was nobody! Seeing all this food made him even more hungry. "It's the end, I’ve become like Ron.”

With a sigh, he took his fork and starts an imitation of Draco who devoured his toast without concern of others.

"Good, he learns quickly." Lucius said as he was watched Harry fill his plate before eating as if he was a hungry lion.

The empty serving dishes disappeared, leaving room for the soup. Harry suddenly realized that there were three forks on the right of his dish, left three knives, three spoons in front, plus a large spoon.

"What is all this?"He started to panic. What used did all these silverware have?

Hand still reddened by the silent warning of Lucius, Harry decided to continue his imitation of Draco. He did not want to a second slap on the wrist!

He took “the great” spoon and swallowed his soup in silence, trying not to make noise!

Thinking dinner ended, Harry tried to get up but was stopped by Lucius who glared at him without a word. It was even worse than to have a lecture!

Soon, Harry was sitting on his chair and dare not move. What were they waiting for then?

Ten minutes later, a dish of meat appeared, followed by another dish containing vegetables.

"There is still more?" Harry’s stomach was on the verge of indigestion. "How are they going to swallow everything?"

Harry decided not to eat more; he felt that even if he ate anything, he would vomit everything on the spot! He had never eaten as much in his life!

Suddenly, Lucius spoke to him:

"You do not eat Harry. You are not hungry?"

Harry said nothing. Seeing that Lucius is still watching him, he decided to take a spoonful of vegetables, the subsistence minimum, and swallow as quickly as possible.

But Lucius did not seem satisfied. He took the smallest piece of meat he could find and swallowed it without listening to his stomach when it began to protest.

Finally, Lucius stopped watching him.

Then dessert arrived. It was Vanilla ice cream! One of Harry’s favorite desserts! This time, he took one without getting forced and swallows it.

"It will help me to digest.” He said in the end. "It's a bad excuse,” he said to himself, rather than saying that you did not want to let Draco eat it all by himself.

After the ice cream, there was tea and cheese that arrived. Harry was forced to eat as to not make a bad impression, but his stomach could support no more.

I hope this is not an everyday routine. Harry thought.

Finally, the other two left the table. Finally he stands up and follows Winny, who leads him to his room. His room was right next to Draco’s, a communicating door between the two chambers.

“Darn it!” Harry said.

Just after the elf had left the room, Harry rushed into the bathroom and vomited the remainder of the meal that he had been forced to swallow. He had never been so sick in his life.

Twenty minutes later, he came out of the bathroom and sought pajamas in the cabinet. He found one that did not belong to him but would do for the night. He put it on and collapsed in his bed, exhausted by all the events of the day.

The next morning, Harry woke up very early. He had slept peacefully the night before so he was not tired. He decided to explore the Manor which seemed still asleep.

Without making a noise, Harry left his room and went into the corridor. He knew that the room next to his was Draco’s. Not wanting to wake him up, he decided to continue to explore other parts of the immense manor.

Thus, he discovered a duel room, a potion room (an exact replica of Snape dungeons, what a horror!), a ballroom and lots of other rooms. He also discovered an immense library which looked to be the size of the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

Hogwarts. Harry wondered how his friends would react when seeing him like this.

Caught up in his reverie, he suddenly found himself in an office. The walls were covered with dark green curtains. Despite the luxury of the room, the scene was quite sober: a table desk, a chair with silver motifs, two chairs in front of the office for guests. It was that the piece contained from a small library that must be filled with dark magic books, Harry thought.

There was only one window in the room; the object beside it attracted his attention. The daylight illuminated it from the brightness of dawn. Harry realized that the picture hanging near the window was a portrait. And not just a simple portrait! At this very moment, Harry was looking at a portrait of his mother, apparently before his birth. She really looked very happy in this image.

Lost in his contemplation, Harry did not hear someone entering the room. He could not take his gaze off the face in the picture.

"I had forbidden you to enter my office, Draco!" He heard before turning quickly, frightened by the arrival.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"The voice continued before stopping suddenly. Harry looked up.

"Harry!"Lucius said, surprised to find his son here. He recognized the color of his eyes.

The boy gave a shy smile, he dared not face him.

"What are you doing here?"Lucius said in a softer voice.

"I’m lost…" said a tiny voice.

"You explored the Manor and you have found this room, is that correct?"Asked Lucius.

Harry nodded silently.

"This is my mother?"He asked referring to the picture.

Lucius looked at the picture with a smile.

"Yes," he said, his eyes slightly glazed over with love. "It is a portrait of her which was taken at the ministry when we worked together. It was a few months before your birth…"

Apparently, Lucius seemed really in love with Lily.

Suddenly, Harry wanted to ask him something that has been on his mind since the beginning of their conversation.

"Draco, why isn’t he allowed to come in here?" Harry asked naively.

"Because he was unaware that Narcissia was not his real mother… until yesterday evening" said Lucius as if it were obvious.

"Go have breakfast; we will go to Diagon Alley afterwards... "Lucius began.

"It isn’t necessary,” cut Harry, “I have my books for this year…"

"I know we will buy new uniforms for school.”

"But I have everything I need" Harry tried.

"You have Gryffindor uniforms, it is Slytherin uniforms that you need because that is where you will go from today!”

TO BE CONTINUED….