As much as he was intrigued by Lucius Malfoy, Garron could understand instantly that the man was a bastard of the coldest sort. Yet, the boy could admire it. Determination, cleverness, and a keen ability to detach oneself from their emotions were lovely traits in a person - especially one with power. However, Garron was man enough to admit that those traits aimed at himself was a tad disconcerting. Garron narrowed his eyes at the man dissecting him with a single look. Curtain time ladies and gents. Places everyone, places.

"Who are you really boy." Well, that was rather forward wasn't it. He would have expected a bit more tact from Lucius. To be honest, Garron was rather disappointed.

"What do you mean sir? We just found out who I am?" Sometimes, playing dumb was a travesty. But then again, it worked more times than not.

"You may have fooled my wife, boy, but you have not fooled me. You're dressed as a muggle, and a filthy one at that." Lucius growled, his face contorted into a vile thing. "No matter what that test said, you were never from here. Your actions have proved that. So I ask you again. Who. Are. You."

Garron thought for a moment. He could lie, play the game he was good at. Or, he could tell the truth, use it to his advantage. If he played that game, it would certainly be a challenge to make it go his way. What was the saying, 'the bigger the risk, the greater the reward'? The boy smirked, it wasn't fun to play the game if it was easy now was it? "My name is Garron James Darce. I am a resident of Godwin's Home for children located in Lovell, England. I have been able to do extraordinary things ever since I can remember. I can talk to snakes. Today I snuck off on a field trip and found that pub. From there, I found the alley. You know the rest." He made himself look small and vulnerable. His voice quivered towards the end and his eyes cast themselves downward. Malfoy was scrutinizing his every move and micro expression.

"Do you know who your parents are boy?" The question seemed odd to him, hadn't he just said he had been in an orphanage. Of course he didn't bloody know who his parents were! He took a large breath and calmed himself before he spoke.

"No sir, I don't truly care to either. They abandoned me, why should I care?" A hint of his aggression seeped through, lacing his voice in tension. Lucius seemed taken aback by his answer never the less. Why was he surprised that an orphaned child held a tad bit of resentment? Well, tad was an understatement. Maybe he should get some therapy. Did they have therapy here? But then again, was he mentally ready to be diagnosed as a sociopath?

"Child, you are Harry Potter. Son to James and Lily Potter. The Boy-Who-Lived. Simply put, you're quite famous." Lucius seemed to have lost his edge at some point during Garron's speech. A powerful man dulled by an ever more powerful child. How poetic.

"And why would I be famous, Lord Malfoy? I don't recall doing anything that noteworthy."

"You vanquished the Dark Lord. He had come to kill your entire family, he succeeded of course, with the exception of you. The killing curse rebounded onto him after he cast it on you as a babe." So he hadn't been abandoned by his parents, how lovely. Who is this Dark Lord anyways? Going after a baby? How smart and lordly can the man be?

"What Dark Lord?" His voice carried his curiosity and for the second time in the span of ten minutes, Lucius Malfoy was struck silent by something the boy had said.

"Pardon?"

"Who is he? Why is he a Lord? What motive does a Lord even have for assassinating a child?" Garron was calm as he listed his questions. Query after query about this mysterious man.

Lucius thought about the questions before him for a moment and then spoke in a hushed whisper. "He was the greatest dark wizard to have ever lived. He was the smartest person I have ever known. As to why he came after you, you are prophesied to destroy him." Lucius took a breath, "He was eliminating a threat before it became one."

The boy paused a moment. In all honesty, he wasn't too mad about it. He can see the appeal of fixing a problem before it became one. He certainly had enough times. In his mind, the Dark Lord's only true fault was his lack of follow through. He should have had enough back up plans. Rome may have not been built in a day but it did fall in one. If you truly want something to happen, plan for failures. Only an idiot didn't take every outcome into an account. In the back of his mind, Garron recognized the fact that he should be angry that the man killed his parents. However, you can't mourn people you don't know. Besides, he respects a man that takes 'whatever means necessary' seriously. He kind of wanted to meet the man, just to pick his brain. A shame he was dead.

"Pardon?" Lucius's shocked voice rang out. Oh, did he say that last bit out-loud?

"I would have liked to meet him."

"And why, precisely, would you endeavor to meet the wizard who murdered your parents and almost yourself?" The man's voice was steady and loud.

"To have tea and biscuits." Garron looked at Lucius with a blank expression and drawled out, "I would have liked to discuss things. Pick his brain, if you will."

"Shouldn't you be more upset at this?"

In that instant, Garron decided to do a very important thing. He decided to show Lucius Malfoy, exactly, who he was working with. Garron allowed his eyes go dead, his lips to curl into a smile that promised darkness, his posture righted itself to be even more proper than Lucius himself. His voice lowered to its normal octave and he spoke.

"Firstly, Lord Malfoy, one cannot mourn the unknown. They may have made me, but I have no allegiance to the dead, especially those I have not known. Secondly, any man who is called a Dark Lord commands respect, even I can respect that fact. I can even understand the need to be rid of an enemy before they become one. However, power is not an excuse for laziness nor stupidity. Had he truly been the man you say he is, he would have back up plans for kilometers. Finally, though I may look like a child I most certainly am not. You would be wise not to treat me as such."

With every sentence Garron uttered, Lucius Malfoy's mouth thinned into a small line. The man was dripping with shock and even the smallest bit of fear. No amount of training could prepare him for that little speech. Garron smirked and bit out a humorless laugh at the other man's expense.

"Who are you." Lucius's voice was strong and hard.

"Garron James Darce, I would love to accept your offer."

"What offer?"

"To stay with you and your family of course. A child of my prestige should not be sent back to filthy muggles, correct? It would be beneficial for your own political and societal standing to house the famous Harry Potter, though, if I ever hear you speak that name to me I will show you power beyond reason. Besides, it would be remiss if it got out that you refused to take in the orphaned savior boy. Wouldn't it?" His teeth were bared in a parody of a smile. The man before him shivered before collecting his mask yet again.

"You are welcome in our home and in our family." The man's voice almost resembled a growl. Garron had won this battle, and in turn has secured his place in this world. He loved it when a day goes his way.

Lucius Malfoy stared in shock at the boy before him. He was less of a boy and more of a demon sent straight from Tartarus. He reminded Lucius of the tales his grandfather would tell of a young Lord Voldemort. An unearthly beauty and charm, coupled with a ruthless mind and power to back it. A demon with an angel's halo.

He truly felt afraid of this child. Hell, he didn't even know if it was a child. The power the boy gave off was outstanding, stronger than a seventh year at least. It would be interesting to see what the boy becomes. No matter what, having Garron Darce on ones side will prove to be the most beneficial. The child was better at manipulation than his own son, he was better than Draco in a lot of ways. Garron seemed to be the perfect pureblood heir and the makings of a worthy ally. Lucius would keep the boy in his home. He would make himself the invaluable and when his Lord returns he shall have the Dark handed to him on a platter.

One thing is for certain, the world will bow to that boy. One way or another, the child will rule. The only question is how and when.