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“That side would always be open when I would sneak in here to see my father.”

“Oh. What about the other side?”

Draco frowned. “I don’t know. It was never opened when I was in here.”

The blond leaned over and pulled at the top drawer handle. All three drawers pulled out together to reveal that it was only one drawer but three drawers deep.

“Whoa.” Harry blinked at what was stored in that drawer.

It was undoubtedly a pensive. Golden and decorated with diamond gems, but a pensive nonetheless. Draco pulled it out and set it upon the desk and they both could see the ornate writing carved at the base of the large chalice-like holder of memories. Lucius Sergius Malfoy

Draco and Harry looked at it for a moment. “This wasn’t mentioned in the inventory in father’s will,” he said at last.

“I wonder why,” Harry pondered. “What could be in it that would make him not mention it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Shall we see?”

Draco looked at Harry in disbelief. “What? We can’t do that!”

“Why?”

“Because—” Draco cut himself off. There was no reason not to anymore. His father was dead, there was no such thing as invasion of privacy where his father was concerned anymore.

The two boys landed in the foyer of the manor, right next to a slight younger looking Lucius who was pacing back and forth on the carpeted floor of the stairs.

Both jumped as a shriek echoed through the manor but Lucius merely paused in his walking before beginning again. A cry and another passed, but Lucius kept walking, ignoring the sounds.

There was a small pop to the left of the boys and they recognized the house elf as Diddy. “Mistress Narcissa is demanding your presence now, Master Lucius, sir.”

Lucius nodded curtly to the House Elf before walking up the stairs in a rushed, yet dignified, gait. Harry and Draco followed him through the halls to Narcissa’s former wing. When they entered her bedroom they saw her lying on a mess of crumpled sheets, covered in sweat. She was holding a small bundle in her arms as if in distaste.

“Take him out of my sight, Lucius. After thirteen hours of labor I don’t want to see him!” she nearly shrieked at the man, and a frightened wail came from the bundle.

Lucius wasted no time in walking around the bed and taking the bundle of white silk from Narcissa’s grip, the wailing stopping immediately as it changed hands. He left without so much as a word, Draco and Harry trailing along behind him.