Two Days Later, Malfoy Manor

Lucius Malfoy, recently divorced from Narcissa Black, sat across from his son, Draco, enjoying a delightfully simple meal of sandwiches and soup. While it was true that most saw the Malfoys as people who loved excess, this could not be further from the truth. Often, Lucius cooked for the pair of them, while Narcissa had always insisted on being served hand and foot by house elves. The other thing was that Narcissa was NOT the mother to Draco. She did not bear him at all. That had been Lucius. His true mate, Sirius, was the father. Lucius had conceived due to the Veela blood in his veins. And that had been the reason he'd been separated from his mate by Dumbledore's manipulation.

Today was one such day of eating light. They simply enjoyed the peace of not having to worry about being yelled at by a woman who really did not care. In all fairness, whenever Lucius Malfoy had ever been sighted with Death Eaters, it had been a Polyjuiced Narcissa. Lucius could easily take oaths proving he had never been marked, nor had he ever submitted willingly to the monster known as Voldemort.

Lucius was reflecting on this when a Gringotts Owl flapped in through the owl-flap in the dining room, and landed on the edge the table. Tied to its leg was an envelope with the Gringotts seal on the flap. Lucius removed the letter, fed the bird a treat, then opened the missive as the owl left.

The letter told him that his presence was requested to take certain assets that had been willed to him, and that the benefactors would be made known to him soon. He looked up at Draco, and said, "Son, I think it's time we visit Gringotts. Be ready in half an hour. We have important business as Malfoy men."

Draco stood, and nodded, and replied, "It'll take me about ten minutes. I'll be right back, dad." He ran up stairs, accio'd his Malfoy Heir robes, took the glamour off the Malfoy Heir ring that he'd only gotten a week ago, then brushed his hair back. He then put his wand in its holster, and headed back down to join his father. "Ready, dad. Floo?"

"No. They have given me a portkey. Grab my arm and hold on tight."

Draco took hold of his father's arm, and felt the familiar pull at his stomach as the portkey activated. They landed in the Private Atrium, and were met by the Malfoy Goblin, BloodAxe. The goblin in question tested their identities, then led them to a private consultation room.

Traditional greetings were exchanged, then the goblin said, "Lord Malfoy, Heir-Lord Malfoy, I shall get directly to the point. I must first apologize on behalf of Gringotts. Had we known what we do now, you'd have had these a long time ago. Second, please read this." He handed over the Potter Will, then said, "Just be aware that you must keep silent about the contents, as per the rules of Gringotts."

Lucius nodded, and said, "I will comply, BloodAxe, as I always have." He took the will, then read it. The more he read of the document, the more livid he became. He took a deep breath, and employed occlumentic skills to calm his mind. "So… I assume Gringotts is doing its best to free Lord Black and to help the Snape family?"

The goblin grinned, and said, "Of course, and we are also helping destroy a certain meddling goat. We have much against him, and he's expected before our court in less than a month."

"Good. So… What's next?"

"The moneys have already been transferred into your vaults. All that remains is for you to sign the papers accepting full ownership of the manor."

That was done, and Lucius immediately felt the wards fall upon him, and accepting him, even from this far away. He turned to his son, and handed the will over. "This should explain things, son."

Draco took the will, read it, then looked up at his father, and asked, "Why is it that I am not surprised that Uncle Sev is Harry Potter's true father?"

Lucius chuckled, then said, "Because for years, I have taught you not to trust Dumbledore, and that Harry Potter is not who he seems."

Draco sat back and thought for a while. He had treated the Gryffindor badly for one reason: His mother expected it. He never hated the boy, but he knew that his mother had her spies, and would know if something changed. Now, she was out of his life, and he no longer needed to hide. "It seems I need to do some letter writing when I get back home." He then started, and said, "What's that about you and Lord Black, dad?"

Lucius smiled, and said, "Why do you think Dumbledore had him imprisoned, and invoked the Black-Malfoy contract using Narcissa? It's because he caught Sirius in bed with me. There's another thin, son. He's your father. I'm your bearer, and dad."

Draco nodded, again not surprised at this. "So, when do I meet my father, dad?"

A voice spoke then, one that Lucius had not heard in a long time, "How about right now?" They whipped around to see the long, curly black locks of the animagus and the crooked grin that shown from the face of a man that most had, up until a few days ago, thought was a murderer.

Lucius shot up and ran toward Sirius and leapt at him, as if to knock him to the ground in a tackle. Instead, Sirius' arms latched around him, and he buried his face in the Veela man's neck, taking in the scents. "It's been far too long, my love."

Lucius only nodded, and said, "We are going back to the Manor, and you are going to reclaim me. I will not be without you another moment, if I can handle it."

Sirius smirked, and said, "Then, you had better let me meet my son properly, and give him the hugs I've never been able to." Lucius reluctantly stepped away, which allowed Draco to take his place, which he did, and avidly.

Sirius Black wrapped his arms for the first time around his son. Draco knew, the instant he felt those arms around him, that he would never get enough of his true father's hugs. He loved his dad's hugs, which he got often, but there was something about Sirius' hugs. He knew that his father loved him, even though he'd not been there.

He eventually stepped out of the circle of his father's arms, and was about to suggest to his father that they head to Malfoy Manor, when a blast of magic hit him out of nowhere, knocking him out cold.

A goblin yelled to the two adult wizards, "Don't touch him! That's a transformation! He's having a veela transformation RIGHT NOW!" True to the goblin's words, white wings sprouted on Draco's back, and bright light swirled around him.

Lucius smiled, and said to Sirius, "Looks like our Dragon belongs to someone. We birthed a natural submissive Veela. His wings are white, and he has the golden glow. That is the sign of a submissive."

Sirius nodded, and said, "I remember when your change hit. It looked very similar." He turned to his mate, then said, "When it's over, we will take him home and put him to bed."

Lucius simply nodded.