
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Finding a massive snake in your son’s bed is something parents see in nightmares. And Draco? He was no Hercules.
He was a mortal.
A child.
But he was safe.
Although the true reason for his safety was something Lucius wished to forever bury.
Once upon a time, when Lucius was young, when he was naïve, when he believed in good things, he looked up to his father. Loved him. Adored him. Awaited his every word of approval alike a dog licking the heels of its master. He never thought that there would be a time when he would internally curse at any mention of Abraxas Malfoy.
But what can he say…
He was a child.
He isn’t one anymore.
He hadn’t been one in a very long time.
He always knew that his father supported the Dark Lord. It was a given. And he thought he did as well. Because mudbloods? With their disregard of wizarding customs and beliefs, with their jealousy of the heritage, wealth and power of purebloods were lesser. It was a fact.
What many chose to ignore was that the ancestors of present-day purebloods had to be mudbloods at some point. Pureblooded wizards didn’t just appear one day. The origin of so-called family magics is also a fact that is shunned and covered up. Because marrying creatures? Even for abilities? Despicable.
The present-day Malfoys themselves had a Veela ancestor.
And it was recent enough to be considered tarnishing.
But they had no choice really. A pureblood family descended from High Elves, cursed to have a single male child per a generation. It was a desperate attempt to lift the curse. An attempt the once-widespread family had to resort to.
It didn’t work.
Instead of a female child being born, thereby lifting the curse, the resulting heir was once-again male. With certain Veela characteristics usually absent from their male offspring, but a male nonetheless.
No longer were the Malfoys proud of their Elven looks and mannerisms. Because those? They were the only abilities of their Elven ancestors they had left.
From that moment on every Malfoy scion was secretly a male version of a Veela.
Lucius was no exception.