Chapter 16
“Harry?”
Boy snuggled more deeply into his pillows, not wanting to move. His nose scrunched up when it was booped.
“Oh, look at his sweet little ears!” Cissa cooed, brushing a lock of his hair aside.
Opening his eyes, he noticed just how close Cissa was and jolted in surprise. “M’rnin’,” he said, rubbing the grit out of his eyes.
“It’s nearly time for dinner,” Cissa said softly, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “Would you like to come down? If not, I could send a house elf up with something for you.”
Immediately, Boy was thrust backwards in time to his attic. He shook his head vehemently. “I’ll come down!”
Blinking in surprise, she collected herself and nodded. “Well, I think you have enough time to get a quick shower and maybe a peek in the mirror.”
Boy cocked his head to the side, not understanding. When he remembered what had happened before he’d fallen asleep, he gasped and practically leapt out of bed. Just as he was beginning to tilt backward, a pair of firm hands caught him.
“Your center of gravity will have altered somewhat,” Professor Snape said suddenly, shocking Boy.
How had he not seen the professor? Where had he come from?
He nodded and leaned out of the gentle hold. He stood still for a moment, shifting his weight around. It didn’t take long for him to be comfortable with the slight amount of weight added to his back. He wiggled his shoulders a bit, feeling the brush of thin, cool leather against his back and arms.
Slowly, cautiously, he made his way to the en suite. Only a few steps in, he stopped and giggled at a tickling sensation that he couldn’t quite pinpoint.
He turned to find a dazzling blue bit of leather sliding along his pajama pants. It tickled! It was his wing! He needed to find a mirror!
Hurrying, he made his way to the loo. He’d vaguely noticed the large mirror the night before, but hadn’t actually gone into the opulent room.
Taking a deep, slow breath, he stepped in front of the mirror. He couldn’t believe it. That wasn’t him! Perfect porcelain skin with pink cheeks and lips. One of his eyes remained green, though it was much brighter than before. The other eye was the same stunning shade of blue as his wings. The wings! They were gorgeous! Much like the professor had said, they really did fade from black to that unbelievable shade of blue. What he hadn’t mentioned was the delicate silver filigree along the upper edges. It positively glowed!
Carefully, he picked up his left wing and stretched it out as far as he could reach, and it still wasn’t out the whole way! How big was his wingspan?!
Unable to test it, as his arms were not long enough to reach, he focused on the strange feel of the leather. It was warm to the touch, incredibly soft and silky and surprisingly flexible.
“Ordinarily, fae wings are transparent,” came the professor’s casual drawl.
Spinning around in shock, Boy overbalanced and landed on his bum. Cheeks burning, he looked up at the professor.
“Are you alright?”
He nodded, too embarrassed to reply properly.
“It was not my intention to startle you,” he continued. “I had incorrectly assumed you saw my reflection. My apologies.”
“That’s okay,” Boy eventually said, climbing to his feet. “Did you need something?”
“When I noticed that the door had been left open, I had planned on discussing your new appearance, more specifically, your wings. There are reasons behind nearly every aspect of them.”
“Are there really?” Boy asked, his brows lifting in surprise.
“Indeed,” he said, striding closer. “Face the mirror and I will explain.”
Doing as instructed, he turned around, though much more slowly this time.
“As you are still young and growing, your wings are much the same. May I?”
Boy looked at the reflection of the professor, who was indicating his left wing, and nodded. He watched in fascination as the man lifted the leather and straightened it out until it was taut. It stretched out nearly thirty centimeters past his fingertips!
“Your wingspan directly correlates with your power. Despite your youth, the span itself is quite impressive, and will continue to grow until you reach your final height at your maturation, which is seventeen, as I am sure you already know.” He let the wing go slack, but kept his hold. “The color itself is a representation of your elemental affinity, which in this case, clearly indicates water. Now, the interesting part of this, is not the color, but their vibrancy. In most cases, a water elemental will have either a light blue, or a cloudy blue. In the case of clouded colors, the gift is not as strong. In respects to light colors, they are evidence of average capabilities. As I have never heard of such bright colors, I am unsure of how far your power extends, though I would be willing to bet my Gringotts vault that you could manipulate the entire Black Lake with relative ease.”
Boy’s eyes bugged at that. The whole lake?!
“Moving on,” he said abruptly. “The wing’s shape, which in this case takes on a singular shape, rather than having a smaller set of wings at the base, tells us that they will support more than just yourself in flight. The color change, from black to blue, marks you as a hybrid, the black representing your vampiric blood. That in itself is not particularly astonishing. This, however,” he paused, tracing some of the silver swirls. “I am unsure of. It was not in any of the books I have some across, though I find myself determined to find an answer.”
At the feather-light touch, he wiggled, trying not to laugh. It didn’t work. He giggled himself silly and the gentle touch stopped immediately.
“Sorry,” he said sheepishly.
“There is no reason to apologize, nor is there a need. I had not realized that your wings would be so sensitive.” The man turned to leave the room, reminding him to take his shower. “You needn’t worry about your wings, as I have already cleaned them, as well as coating them in water-repelling oil, so they need not be dried.”
When Boy was finished with his shower, he noticed that his wings, while not wet, had water drops rolling down the leather. Without giving it too much thought (or any, really), he shimmied his wings at such a high speed that they looked blurry. The water drops flew in all directions! The sink, the toilet, the rugs, the marbled tile, even the walls!
“Oops!” He bit his lip and focused on getting rid of the water. He lifted both hands and squeezed his eyes shut. When he opened them, everything was dry, including the steam… but all that water had formed a floating ball, about the size of his fist, right between his hands. Jaw dropped, he very slowly started to turn back toward the shower. Just a few steps away from the shower, the bubble slipped, splashing the small amount of water half in the stall, half on the bathmat.
When he tried to reclaim the water from the bathmat, nothing happened. He pressed his toes into the spot he’d made the mess, only to find it completely dry! The little rug must be spelled to automatically dry up any water it came in contact with. That was certainly handy!
With a broad smile, Boy went back to the bedroom to dress. While the Malfoy’s were very posh, he was not. He didn’t have any nice clothes except for the dress robes he’d worn to the ball and to the trial. Biting his lip once more, Boy picked up one of his school robes and glamoured the school insignia and the Slytherin colored piping. There, plain black robes. That should suffice. But there was a problem. He couldn’t stuff his wings into a shirt, let alone his robes! What was he going to do?
He tried wrapping his wings around his thin torso, but they were just too big, and it hurt to try to fold them up!
Sniffling, he called for Dobby.
“What can Dobby be doing for Master Kitten?” The House Elf paused. “Why does Master Kitten cry? Can Dobby be helping?”
“I don’t know what to do!” Boy said sadly, tugging at the edge of his wing. “I can’t wear any of my clothes! They don’t fit anymore, because of these things!”
Dobby’s eyes brightened and he hopped a bit. “Dobby can help! Dobby will make holes in Master Kitten’s shirts for his pretty wings!”
Before he could even reply, Dobby had snapped his fingers and his shirts and robes were all suspended in midair.
“Could Master Kitten lift his pretty wings?” Dobby said behind him.
Deciding not to argue, Boy shifted his shoulder blades, amazed at how responsive his wings were.
“Dobby is all done!” He cried happily, after only a few seconds.
Worried about having massive holes in his clothes, Boy looked at them. He breathed a sigh of relief, noting that there were two long slits that he could maneuver his wings into without too much difficulty, and didn’t leave his back exposed.
“Thank you!” Boy said, thrilled with the little elf. “Do you think you could show me how to get back downstairs?”
“Dobby be doing!” Dobby grinned, taking Boy’s free hand.
“Do you happen to know where Bear is?” Boy asked, trying to memorize turns and portraits.
“Master Kitten’s Wyhound be’s playing with Master’s peacocks in the garden.”
“Oh, I hope he doesn’t bother anyone.” He was praying to every deity he’d ever read about that Lu-Lord Malfoy didn’t get upset at Bear for running around the garden.
“Master Lucius and Mistress Cissa was laughing at silly animals. They is not worried.” Dobby stopped. “Family dining room is just through middle doors. Dobby be going now.”
With a snap of his long, bony fingers, the house elf vanished.
Taking a deep breath, Boy pushed the heavy door open and slipped inside.
To his astonishment, he noticed how casually everyone was dressed. Cissa was wearing a loose-fitting sweater dress and snug cotton pants {A/N: think yoga pants or leggings}. Lord Malfoy was wearing trousers and a simple long sleeved white shirt. The professor was similarly attired, but in black. Draco wore a short sleeved shirt and a pair of denims. If that weren’t shocking enough, none of them were wearing shoes! Slippers, socks or barefoot in Draco’s case, but no shoes!
Blushing darkly, Boy stared down at his own feet. Jamie’s shoes were polished to a high shine and his trousers were pressed. He felt like such a-
“Come in, sweetheart,” Narcissa said kindly, indicating the seat between herself and the professor.
Tugging at his robes, he took the seat. “I-I didn’t realize-”
Draco rolled his eyes.
“Don’t worry, Kitten,” Narcissa smiled. “I forgot to tell you that you didn’t have to put on stuffy robes for family dinners.”
“Mum!” Draco cried. “Don’t tell me you picked up that ridiculous nickname too!”
Cissa eyed her little blond son, unimpressed. “I wouldn’t be so quick to mock, Dragon.”
“At least dragons aren’t for little girls,” he muttered with a huff.
“And yet, they both have fangs,” Professor Snape added, pouring Boy a glass of some green concoction, before upending a phial of blood on top of it.
The instant the scent hit him, Boy felt his fangs drop without any trace of pain. “Thank you,” he said, unable to draw his gaze away from the layer of red over green. No longer caring about identifying the green stuff, he happily picked up the lovely glass and drank deeply. Much to his surprise, the green stuff tasted like fruit!
“This is delicious,” he said, taking another drink. “What is it?”
Severus smiled slightly. “It is a combination of pureed apricots, spinach, bananas and raspberries, with a plain yogurt base. Muggles call it a smoothie. It’s very high in iron.”
“Harry?” A tentative voice asked.
Boy looked up at Lord Malfoy, but stayed silent.
“The Malfoy’s have always believed that the family table was the place for honesty.” Lord Malfoy took a sip of wine. “In light of tradition, I find this the perfect setting to… correct myself, as well as apologize.”
Brows knit in confusion, Boy cocked his head to the side. “I’m not sure what you mean, sir,” he said softly.
At that last word, Lord Malfoy winced and the professor, along with Cissa looked at the blond man in annoyance.
“When we spoke last night, it didn’t take very long to realize how my words might have… hurt you.” Lucius cleared his throat awkwardly. “You must understand that Narcissa and I would have been thrilled to have you become part of the family, even if you, like us, displayed no creature blood outwardly. Your blood is an unexpected boon that my opportunistic side was happy about, I suppose. In all honesty, it does not matter. Even if you had been born missing a limb or two, I would not have minded, as it was your personality and mind that made me care for you in the first place. We cared deeply for you before we knew what you were, and will continue to do so as long as you allow us to call you family. Do you understand?”
Civility be damned, Boy thought, leaping from his seat to hug the blond man tightly.
Blinking in surprise, Lucius returned the hug, though he did notice how difficult it was with the boy’s wings up. He easily wrapped one arm up around his shoulders and the other went to his lower back.
Boy saw Cissa and Professor Snape hiding smirks behind their teacups and Draco just scowled at his food.
The next morning, Boy was up early. They couldn’t start boarding the train until ten, but here it was, only six, and he was wide awake. He couldn't wait to see his friends after the week apart.
Even after going through the tome that Professor Snape had given him, he still couldn’t find the process of retracting his wings. It had only mentioned that it was possible in passing, but contained no instructions on how to make it happen.
Cissa had just laughed it off. “Everyone already knows that you’re different, so why hide it? You, my little sweetheart, are perfect as you are, and no one who matters will say otherwise,” she had told him the night before.
It left him with a warm tingly feeling and he had put it out of his mind. He wasn’t going to hide his heritage, because he liked it, and that was all that mattered. Saying so had led Cissa to tickling him mercilessly, including his wings.
“Draco told us that you wear your uniform on the weekends, so we got you something,” Cissa said with a mischievous smile. She moved gracefully toward the-his closet. “We had the elves put everything away while you were asleep.”
When she flung open the doors, he could only gape. There were several rows of clothes, each dedicated to a specific type of clothing! There was a rack for trousers, one for button down shirts, one for jumpers, one for sweat pants and another for t-shirts, two for robes alone (though one was all dress robes), and a shelf that held nearly a dozen pairs of shoes of all different styles and colors! There were even a pair of blue sandals! Three different winter cloaks were hung on the walls, as they were fur lined and too bulky to put with the rest.
“Everything in here has been spelled to grow with you up to two sizes,” Cissa explained to the awestruck boy. “The spells can go further, but after two sizes, the fabrics become weak and damage more easily. Do you like them?” It might be silly, but she desperately hoped he liked them.
He hugged her tightly at the waist, his walking stick clattering to the floor. “Thank you so much!” He cried out, his words muffled by her fluffy sleep robe.
“Of course, sweetheart.” She ran her fingers through his soft curls. “I’ll tell you a secret if you follow me down to the dining room. Lucius will be down in a few minutes. Let’s see if we can beat him there.”
“M’kay,” he agreed with a sniffle. They were so nice to him! And they hadn’t even known him for very long.
Holding out his hand, the walking stick flew into his palm with a light smack. “Come on, Bear. Let’s go get you something yummy to eat!”
Tongue lolling out the side of his mouth, Bear trotted happily after them.
After breakfast, they stayed at the table. Lucius explained that Draco liked to sleep in sometimes, so they would have their breakfast while they waited, but would have tea or coffee when he did finally come down. For now, though, they were waiting.
“Now,” Cissa began, folding her napkin and pacing it elegantly on her plate. “We’ve already discussed this with Draco, and he doesn’t mind-.”
“Calm down, love.” Lucius scolded in amusement. “We have an important question for you, Harry.”
Boy looked up at the aristocrat patiently.
“As you know, Cissa and myself were given custody of you.” Lucius paused for Boy to nod. “That makes us your legal guardians. The question is, would you like us to become your parents? It would be magically and legally binding. You would become a Malfoy. Is that something that-”
“Can I?” Boy blurted out, too excited to wait.
They laughed, and Lucius’ eyes became a bit misty.
Pulling out a few pages of carefully folded parchment, Lucius tugged Boy’s chair closer so he could read along. “Now, there is a part here, which I think you’ll be rather pleased with.”
Boy glanced at the section that was being indicated. His eyes went wide, having forgotten that Narcissa had mentioned the possibility.
-will be heretofore known as-
It was to change his name. He was really going to do it! He was going to get a name! Sure, he was technically Harry, but he didn’t like that name and he had never felt like it was even his.
“I found a couple of options for a first name that I think you might like,” Cissa said hopefully.
The first name he’d ever really had was Kitten, and he loved it, but it just wasn’t very practical. He couldn’t be Kitten Malfoy. That would be silly. Still, it kind of made him a bit sad.
“What about Koty?” She asked.
Boy thought it over. It was a nice name.
Leaning forward, she stage-whispered to him. “It means Kitten in Bulgarian.”
At that, Boy perked up. He really could keep his name, after all! He nodded happily. “I love it!”
Lucius smiled. “I agree. It is fitting, and it isn’t too on-the-nose. What about a middle name?”
B-Koty thought about it for a few minutes. Since he’d gotten his first name from his friends, it was fairly easy to guess who his middle name would come from. He knew that a lot of people had multiple middle names, so he had no problem with wanting two. Draco was, as tradition, given his father’s first name as his middle name, so that was out, but what about a variation? And something from Cissa too. Narcissus was a flower, and a part of that genus were loads of other flowers, so maybe he could pick one of those! Going over the list in his head, Koty thought that most of the words couldn’t be made into names for people. Except for… it would be easy enough to make it work for a boy’s name.
“Have you come up with something?” Lucius asked, seeing his new son’s face light up.
Koty nodded enthusiastically.
“All you have to do to make it a permanent change is sign on the dotted line and place a single drop of blood next to it.” Lucius held up a quill and a pin. “Are you positive about the name you’ve chosen?”
“I am!” He said, taking the quill first. Signing the parchment, he hid it from them and pricked his finger before they could get a peek. Pressing his barely bleeding finger to the parchment, he grinned widely and pushed it back toward Lucius.
Lucius read the name and gasped quietly. He cleared his throat before reading it aloud. “Welcome to the family, Koty Lucien Amaryllion Malfoy.”
Koty beamed. “Amaryllis is a flower in the Narcissus genus.” That made him blush a bit, but he didn’t regret it.
“Oh, my sweetheart!” Cissa cooed, snuggling him close.
“So does this mean I finally have a mummy and a daddy?” He asked, whispering into her cascading locks.
Sobbing openly, Narcissa nodded. “Yes, baby. You have a mummy and a daddy now. We love you so much.”
Lucius joined in on the hug, letting their tea grow cold.
Several times as they were getting ready to leave, B-Koty tried to talk to Draco. They were brothers now, after all. It didn’t seem to matter to the blond, however, and he continued to ignore Koty and their parents until they went to the floo.
Draco hugged his parents, said his goodbyes and floo’d away.
“He’s upset because of me, isn’t he?” Koty asked sadly. “He didn’t agree to be my brother, like you said, did he?”
“Dragon did agree,” Cissa promised, fixing his tie. “He just needs a bit of time to adjust, alright?”
“Having been an only child for so long, he doesn’t usually have to share,” Lucius explained with a sad smile. “Especially when it is us that he will now be sharing.”
“Okay,” Koty said, sighing. “I’ll wait for you, Bear. Don’t hang around too long.”
Bear whined a bit and glanced out the window to where the albino peacocks were wandering around.
Snorting, Koty patted his familiar. “Just remember, you’ll get to play with the Giant Squid again, and Olive and Fred.” Out of all of his friends, Bear seemed especially attached to those two.
Giving a happy yip, he wagged his barbed tail.
Cissa had gone through the floo, but Lucius had decided to wait for him. Warmth spread through his belly, knowing that his new dad cared a lot for him.
“Platform 9 ¾!” He said, making sure to annunciate.
Stepping out of the floo, he nearly ran into Cissa, who quickly moved out of the way.
“Oh, my Dragon!” She was saying dramatically. “You won’t even hug me in public anymore! What will I do? My baby-”
“Mother!” Draco interrupted, looking around to make sure no one saw the little spectacle. “I love you too, now can you stop? You’re going to ruin my reputation!”
“You’re eleven, sweetheart.” She deadpanned. “You don’t have a reputation. You have mine and your father’s reputation. There is a significant difference.”
He huffed and rolled his eyes, but hugged her and Lucius when he stepped foot out of the floo.
As he ran off toward the train, Lucius stared at her in wonder. “How did you get him to hug his parents in public?”
Koty bit his lip to keep from laughing.
“Hey, Kitten!” Two voices called out in unison.
Koty grinned and glanced away from his parents to see two familiar redheads moving through the crowd with ease. The foot traffic wasn’t too bad yet.
“Look at you!” Fred said in awe, noticing his wings.
George’s brows rose. “Why’d you have to-”
“Go and sprout wings?” They finished together.
“I beg your pardon?” Cissa asked frostily and Koty’s heart sank.
“Now we’ll never have a chance at the quidditch cup this year!” Fred added goodnaturedly and they all shared a laugh.
“Good morning, Lord Malfoy, Lady Malfoy,” George said with a respectful nod. “We can’t thank you enough for saving our little Kitten from those... people.”
“I do not believe your family is of a similar mind,” Lucius replied, looking past the twins.
When they turned around, they saw a mob of redheads, most of whom were glaring at the blond family with no small amount of disgust. Only the patriarch seemed unfazed.
Koty chose to ignore them. “Have you seen the girls? I want to get a compartment for all of us. I have fantastic news to share with everyone!”
Bear chose that moment to attack Fred with slobbery doggy kisses.
Fred laughed, but was jerked backward and landed heavily on the pavement, along with George.
“GET THOSE BEASTS AWAY FROM MY SONS!” Their mother shrieked, clearly outraged.
“Molly!” Her husband cried, aghast. “What is wrong with you?!” He and Lucius helped the twins up, Fred nursing his left arm and George covering a cut on the back of his head.
Molly, who was too busy aiming her wand between Koty and Bear, didn’t notice her sons or her husband trying to get her attention.
Cissa stood directly in front of the shabby wand. “One movement, and I will make sure you are in the lowest levels of Azkaban until your grandchildren graduate.”
“Then keep those things away from my family!” Molly shouted, uncaring that she was drawing a crowd. “FILTHY HALFBREEDS shouldn’t be allowed near good, LIGHT people!”
Furious, Molly’s husband silenced her with a spell. “I understand what this means, Lord Malfoy. Though I doubt it will make a difference, I am deeply sorry for my wife’s actions.” He really did look genuinely apologetic.
Koty tugged on Lucius’ sleeve and gestured him close. “I know he’s really sorry, and I know what you could do, but please don’t put my friends’ mum in jail. I really, really like them. Please, dad?” He whispered vehemently in his father’s ear.
Lucius melted. “I won’t,” he whispered back.
Grinning, Koty focused on the twins. Having spent so much time reading healing texts, he wanted to help. He pulled them over to a nearby bench and drew water out of the air to clean up the cut on the back of George’s head. It wasn’t a big cut, but head wounds were always messy, no matter how small. Sure enough, as soon as the area was cleaned, it began to bleed anew. He gently touched the cut, letting pulses of magic stop the blood flow and knit the skin back together. “Does it still hurt?” He asked worriedly, hoping his friend didn’t have a concussion.
“Just a bit achy. Thanks, Kitten.” George smiled.
Beaming, Koty turned to Fred and gasped. His wrist was swelling and turning an awful reddish purple. He couldn’t heal that. Without a second thought, he cast an aguamenti and manipulated its shape to fit over Fred’s arm like a long glove. Freezing the outer layer, he made sure that it couldn’t break, but also kept Fred from being able to move it. “Is it too cold?”
Gaping at his arm, Fred shook his head. “It’s not cold at all. How did you do that?”
“I’m part fae,” Koty replied, tucking his hair behind his subtly pointed ear. “We’ll get Madam Pomfrey to heal it properly when we get to school. I’ll let it freeze completely for a few minutes at a time every so often, when the pain gets bad. I can’t keep it frozen the whole time, because you’ll get frostbite.”
Fred slung his uninjured arm across Koty’s shoulders. “I knew there was a reason I liked you!” He joked, ruffling the boy’s hair.
Koty stuck his tongue out at him and twisted one of the metal chopsticks in his hair to keep it up.
Bear licked at the ice encasing Fred’s arm and whined sadly.
Looking up, they saw Mr. Weasley dragging his wife away, while she was clearly still shouting, though no one could hear her vitriol. They were all glad for that.
'Thank you,' Mr. Weasley mouthed to Koty, who nodded in turn.
Since Draco had already run off to meet his friends, Koty was able to hug his new parents without seeing scarcely concealed disgust. They even decided to wait with him and the twins.
Even more than the big things, like his adoption and gifting him a name, it was the little things that really made him feel genuinely loved for the first time in his life.
After about ten minutes of waiting, Olive and Penny found them, just chatting away.
"Look at you!" Olive squealed, eyeing up the dazzling blue wings on her youngest friend.
"Buh-Harry!" Penny half-shouted, clearly unable to hide her enthusiasm. She pulled him into a fierce hug. "When I heard about what happened at the trial, I was so far beyond furious that I… might have... blown up our entire family room."
"You didn't get in trouble, did you?" Koty asked worriedly.
She let out a long suffering sigh. "Mum made me clean up all the scorch marks without magic, but no, I didn't get into trouble. But forget about that. Are you okay?"
Grinning, Koty nodded. "As soon as 'Melia and Freya get here, I have some news for everyone!"
"Hey, Devil Twins!" Someone in the crowd called out.
"We'll be right back, Kitten," they proclaimed together, before rushing off to their friend Lee.
"Just look for us on the train!" Olive said loudly, seeing the last two members of their strange group. "We'll save you guys seats!"
Cissa hugged Koty once more. "You found everyone?"
"Yup!" He said happily, making proper introductions all around.
Olive being… well, being Olive, she launched herself at the Lord and Lady, hugging and thanking them profusely for saving their little Kitten.
Blushing deeply, Koty hid his face in Amelia's flowy dress while their friends laughed.
Only Lucius wasn't laughing, but he was smirking in that charming Malfoy way. "We will be right here waiting on the last day of school. It will fly by, so don't you worry." He said when Olive finally let them go.
"Remember, noses up," he whispered loudly, trying to keep from letting his sadness seep through. Despite loving the idea of returning to school, he hated the idea of being away from his new parents for so long, especially since he just got them. Taking his own advice, he bucked up and allowed himself to be hoisted onto Penny's back, making sure to wave.
They had been on the train for a little while when the twins eventually found them.
"So, what's the big announcement?" They asked, flopping down on either side of Olive.
"Nothing important. I just realized that I haven't properly introduced myself." Koty said vaguely.
When they all gave him confused looks, he giggled.
"It's a pleasure to meet you all," he began. "My name is Koty Lucien Amaryllion Malfoy, cuz they officially adopted me!" He hadn't meant to shout the last part, but he couldn't hold back and he didn't care one single whit.
Cheers and clapping and congratulations dissolved into a massive cuddle pile as the trees blurred past.