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-The Un-Wanted Angel.

CHAPTER 4

"Are you sure?" Lucius asked, startled. He and Severus were walking down to The Headmaster's office as the Feast had come to a conclusion, and all that were left were teachers enjoying some alcoholic drinks while The Head Boys and Girls brought the Houses to their Common rooms.

"You are positive it was him?"

"I'm more than sure, my love. It was him! And he was with that Potter boy." Lucius couldn't hear the disgust at the end of Severus' sentence. His boy, his child was home! The two entered the Great Hall.

"Severus." McGonagall looked up. "And Lucius. I thought you were not coming."

"The boy, Mirvina, was it him?" Lucius asked. "Was it my Draco?"

McGonagall looked over at Albus and Albus stood up. "I believe I have found him. However, as to to not bring up false hope, I had him brought to The Potters."

Snape snorted. "James probably corrupted him."

"And Lily Potter was more than welcoming of the boy." Albus smiled kindly to Snape who looked up at the sound of Lily's name. Lucius wanted to know more.

"What house is he in? I need to see him, please!"

"Slytherin, Lucy." Snape answered. Lucius let a breath of relief. "I want to see him!"

"Let us first make sure he is your son." McGonagall answered. "We will have a blood sample and will be the key into comparing fragments of DNA. Poppy, I'm sure knows all about this."

Snape had an idea, he knew of a way to get a blood sample without it being suspicious.

Lucius lowered his head for a moment. He couldn't stop his grin for appearing though. "How long will it take?"

". . . We estimate around a week with Magical enhancement." Albus replied. "And then, Draco is all yours." Severus bit his lip though.

"Headmaster, you said you were going to an Orphanage to pick up a child." Snape started. Albus nodded, sadly.

"Was it him?"

There was a short silence, but it was broken upon hearing a scoff from Lucius Malfoy. "He was in an Orphanage?!" He cried.

"Three." Albus replied. "He was at his third one when I arrived."

"Three?!" Lucius nearly cried. "Wha-what have they done to him? Why wouldn't anyone take him!? He's adorable!" Severus held out his hand to calm down Lucius and proceeded to ask the questions.

"Was he well, sir?"

Albus fixed his glassed. "I fear not. He looked sick, but mostly very alone. He told me he didn't have a name."

How does one not live without a name? Severus asked himself. Lucius was livid, keeping it bottled in as much as he could. It wouldn't do good to have an outburst like a small child. Albus continued talking, telling them how Draco had no friends, how scared he was and how impressionable he would bound to be.

"As timid as the boy was, he was also polite. I believe there is a chance of saving the boy." Albus smiled. "With good friends and family around, there is no doubt in my mind, Draco will be saved."

Lucius took a breath of relief.

"As hard as it is, I'll have to ask you two: Treat him as if he is just another student. He'll get suspicious. If he were to deeply care about you like you were his parents and the results come back that he isn't, than imagine the heartache he will have to endure." Albus warned.

"Will do, sir." Severus replied.

Lucius walked away and Snape followed him, the two let the doors shut.

McGonagall looked over at Albus. "Are you upset, Albus?" She asked, gently holding his hand. Albus sighed, sadly. But gave a reassuring smile back.

"I'm a little disappointed, is all."

"Whatever so?"

"I mean, I know Severus is bound to meet the boy. He'll come to love him. Lucius as well. I am positive of many things, Mirvina, but this tests, I am not. I know they will still love the child as their own if he is not theirs. That's what a real parent would do."

Meanwhile, in the dead of night, Draco was having trouble falling asleep. It was cold in the Dungeons, but at least he wasn't alone. He curled up in his blankets and looked at his pale wrists in the firelight from a fireplace.

"In my blood?" Draco asked himself. He was remembering what The Hat had said to him at Dinner time. What was he talking about? The boy couldn't dwell upon it any longer as he found himself drifting off to sleep.

"Outta' the way, first years!" Harry, Draco and Ron were shoved aside as they were walking in the hallway, trying to find their class.

"What a jerk!" Ron snorted, "Not our fault we don't know where anything is!"

Draco looked around at all the students walking about, talking, meeting up and horsing around in the hallways. Draco couldn't believe just how many witches and wizards there were at Hogwarts; and to find out that new comers came every year, not to mention the parents of these witches and wizards. Draco felt his head spinning.

"Where do we go?" Harry asked, "I'm lost."

"Well, I have to go to Potions. . . I hear Professor Snape is a-"

"A man eating monster!" Ron nearly jumped at two-identical red-headed twins appeared behind Ron. Draco couldn't help but take notice on how much alike the twins looked compared to Ron. They looked like older versions of Ron, only there were two of them.

"He'll take away points." One spoke.

"And then take you into his office after class."

"We'll send Mum an invite to your funeral Ronald!"

"Oh! Sod off!" Ron called to the two Gryffindor boys. He then turned back to Harry and Draco. "Those were my older brothers, Fred and George. They're always picking on me. My other brother Percy is here too, he's a perfect. Oh, Perfect Percy!"

When they came to the Potions room, Ron gave a weak wave goodbye and Harry reassured him that Professor Snape would not eat children, although he changed his mind when the man walked into the room. Draco gulped, sitting closer to Harry. The man frightened him, he looked sickly pale with black-as-night hair. His long black robes flowed as he walked to the head of the class, writing his name on the board rather quickly and furiously.

Than, he turned, facing the First Years.

"Welcome to Potions." His voice was mixed with drowsiness and annoyance. "There will be no goofing off in my class," He turned to glare at a student who shank back in fear, Draco didn't blame him.

"This is a serious class, any mistakes will be a result in point deduction."

"That's not fair." Harry mumbled, Snape seemed to hear him. "I won't like a majority of you" Harry glared and Snape's wandering black-eyes turned to the blonde next to him. He felt a lump in his throat.

"Yet. . . some of you might have potential."

Draco quickly looked away, feeling shy. Severus couldn't help but feel an ounce of hopefulness when he looked at the blonde boy. He was the exact replica of Lucius, only younger. Severus knew this was time to put his plan into action.

"Everyone will need to come up for a blood sample." He replied.

The class began to whisper in confusion. "Quiet! Now, form a line."

Many students were squeamish as to having their blood drawn, and wondered why they were doing this. "Maybe it's for seeing our reactions to different Potions?" A boy in front of Harry spoke up.

"Sounds reasonable," Harry spoke. The boy turned and smiled, holding out his hand. "I'm Blaise."

"Hi Blaise, I'm Harry, this is Draco."

Draco nodded. "H-Hi."

"I mean, this is the only plausible explanation as to why they're doing this. I don't wanna' do this, though." the Slytherin boy replied.

"It's probably a safety issue. Hey! Maybe it'll get us out of doing stuff!" Harry grinned.

"Like the sound of that," Blaise chuckled. In front of Blaise was Ron who was trembling.

"I don't like him." Ron shivered, "What if he's drinking this? What if we're his afternoon snack?" Fred and George's taunts were coming back to him. Harry and Blaise only remained in a terrified silence, the last time his blood was drawn if was for a vaccination. He hated needles. Professor Snape sat at his desk, each student was to have their finger pricked into a little vile that Snape would label.

"Name?" Snape asked.

"Er, Ron Weasley." The red-head replied. Snape looked up and Ron gulped. "H-Here, just prick it." He held out his finger. Snape gave him a questionable look, and without looking at the boy's finger, he pricked it and Ron held back a screamed.

"T-Thank you, s-sir." Ron wobbled away and Snape rolled his eyes. Blaise was next and the Slytherin boy bit his lip before walking away.

"Wasn't too bad." Blaise spoke to Ron.

"Got a band-aid, mate?"

Harry stood in front of Snape, folding his arms. "Hi." He spoke.

Severus narrowed his eyes, he recognized this boy all too well. It was James' son. The boy was a splitting image of him, but with Lily's green eyes. He knew James and Lily. And he also knew of Remus and Sirius. He hated all three men.

Harry smirked, holding out his finger and Snape pricked him-twice.

"Ow! That hurt!" Harry cried.

"My mistake." Harry muttered something under his breath before it was Draco's turn. Snape bit his tounge to keep from giving a found smile. The boy was fiddling with his robes.

"Your name?" Snape asked, he remembered what Albus told him: to not treat him differently, he wouldn't want Draco to feel inferior.

"D-Draco." The boy even sounded like Lucius! "I. . . don't have a last name."

"Alright, hold out your finger please." Draco was trembling. and Snape added, softly, and kindly. "It won't hurt. I promise."

Draco nodded and when his finger was pricked he quickly rushed away. Severus gently placed the vile in a desk drawer. He had a pretty good idea who his son was and had what he needed. The rest of the blood he'd dis-guard later, after class, he'd make a mental note to give the blood to Albus for testing.

Soon, he thought, I'll have my son back.

"Did you see him!? Was he okay? How is he?!" Severus was bombarded with millions of questions racing out of Lucius' mouth when he arrived at their private quarters. Severus held up his hand, telling Lucius to stop.

"Calm down, love. I have an idea of who he is, but I can't be certain until it's tested." Severus had dropped off the blood vile to Dumbledore and all that needed to be done was wait for the results. The news would be given to them sometime around Sunday.

"Oh, I just can't wait though!" Lucius beamed, "The thought of our son in these very halls! We've. . . been waiting so long."

And they hey had; all those countless wishes, prayers, hopes that their only child was still alive. Severus nodded, holding his lover's hands.

"Only a matter of time now."

"How long?" Lucius whined.

"I'm assuming maybe a week or two. We'll have him soon, love." Severus smiled.

Lucius only hoped so.

It wasn't that Draco was afraid of heights, but he did have a problem with "riding a broom" as Harry said they would soon do. Draco had dreamed of flying one day, the excitement of touching the clouds in the sky was a thrill to soon be doing.

"So, we'll be with the Gryffindors in flying." Harry spoke. "Have you ever flown before?"

Draco shook his head.

"My Dad has a broom, my uncle Sirius too. He lets me ride it with him when we play Quidditch at home. I asked him for my own broom, but he told me I was awkward on one by myself." Harry groaned.

". . . Quidditch?" Draco asked.

Harry nodded, "It's a fun sport. They might let us play it for fun in class. I'll teach you." Draco and Harry arrived at the Northern field where all around them were changing tents and huge banister stadiums for people to sit and watch the games. The house colors were on each tower and students were eager to learn to fly.

Harry and Draco met up with Ron, Hermione and Blaise before the flying instructor came out.

"Alright everyone, form two lines!" This was Madam Hooch, the teacher. "Quickly! Now, beside you are your brooms that the school has provided each and everyone of you."

Everyone looked down at the twitching brooms next to them. There wasn't anything special about them, they were plain brooms.

"First step to flying is to command your broom, everyone reach out their hands and say: UP!" She demonstrated and Draco's eyes widened seeing her broom immediately lifted itself into her hand.

"On my whistle, three, two, PHEWWP!"

Draco watched as Harry extended his hand out, commanding his broom. Upon his voice, the broom obeyed. Draco then turned to see Ron Weasley having trouble with his, when it did come up however, it smacked him in the face. Harry laughed.

"You try, Draco!" Harry encouraged. Draco looked nervously on at other students who either succeeded or were failing, one of them being Hermione Granger, one of the smartest girls he's met so far. He nervously extended out his hand, whispering: "Up." and the broom obeyed. He gave a small smile of victory and waited patiently for everyone else.

When everyone's broom was in their hand, they were taught the proper way to mount it.

"Now don't anyone do this next move!" Hooch commanded. "The second you kick your foot off the ground, you'll be in the air and expelled before you can say Quidditch!"

Draco wasn't paying attention seeing a boy in the Gryffindor house was having trouble saying on the ground. He didn't say anything, but was mesmerized in the act of someone really flying.

"When I blow my whistle, everyone may have a chance to fly one circle around the yard."

Draco's ees widened watching the boy go higher. "Help!" He cried. Everyone turned, gasping.

"Neville, Mr.-Mr. Longbottom!" Hooch called. The boy took off, screaming loudly. Everyone gasped seeing the Gryffindor boy flying around the yard.

"I can't stop!" He cried, the boy gasped seeing he was about to slam into the wall of the castle but he didn't have a good hold on the broom bellow him, so he slid off the broom, clinging to a ledge.

"Help!" He cried. Everyone began running towards Neville, only to see him fall from the ledge towards a torch holder, than to plop on the stone ground.

"EVERYONE CLEAR!" Hooch cried, running towards the boy. "A broken wrist." She clucked her tongue, helping the boy to his feet. "I'm going to the Hospital Wing, if I see a single broom in the air, it was result in Expulsion!" She threatened, walking away with a whimpering Neville.

Everyone was in a silent shock of what they witnessed before heating a 'Swhoom' zoom right past them. They all turned seeing the broom still in the sky!

"How is that possible?" Hermione cried. Everyone screamed when the broom charged right towards the crowd, sending everyone in a dive to get away from the flying stick.

Harry looked right next to him, it was his broom from earlier and it began to glow! Harry could hear it calling him and picked it up and mounting it.

"Are you crazy?!" Ron cried. "Harry! You'll be expelled!"

Harry didn't listen as he took off on the broom. "What an idiot." Hermione mumbled. Harry charged after the bewitched broom, holding out his hand to catch it and flip on his own broom before crashing into a window. He smiled to himself and lowered down on to the ground. The first years cheered running to Harry to congratulate him.

Draco reached him first. "That-that was!" He cried. He had never seen anything like it!

"Believe in magic now?" Harry smiled sweetly. Draco went to answer but the celebration was cut short when McGonagall came to the court. "Harry Potter!" She called.

Everyone gasped, Harry whizzed around in fear.

"Come with me." She replied. Harry waved softly to his friends and ran to catch up with the Witch. Draco looked on, worried. He hoped Harry wouldn't be in too much trouble.

James Potter sat in his home office with his jaw nearly on the floor. He had just read his Son's house placement letter and was stunned to see the words: Slytherin and not Gryffindor.

"What on Earth. . . " He cried, trying to debunk the note, seeing if it were a prank or not. "Lily!" He called.

Lily Potter entered the room with a basket of laundry in her arms. "Yes, dear?" She asked. James held up the note for Lily to read and a smile went on her face.

"My boy's growing up so fast."She smiled.

"Are you blind?!" James cried. "He's in Slytherin! I'll bet that gross Snevillius had something to do with this!" He growled.

Lily just smiled softly. "I don't think it'll be a problem, James. What's the next letter?" She asked. James shrugged and began to open it, his face became serious and he looked up at his confused wife.

"We need to go to Hogwarts." He spoke. "Now. McGonagall has requested us, saying it concerns Harry."

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-The Un-Wanted Angel.