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As he left Narcissa’s wing, Lucius’s walk slowed and he began to talk to the bundle cradled in his arms.

“I waited five years and fifteen hours for you, my son.”

He walked through the manor, heading towards the wing that would be Draco’s own.

“Your mother wanted a girl. She told me that over and over. She wanted a daughter to make just like herself. But the fates instead smiled upon my wishes, Draco Lucius Malfoy, though I doubt you’ll ever use the middle name until you are grown and I am no longer here.”

The baby cooed at him as Lucius stopped at the doorway to Draco’s wing.

“This is where you will grow up, my son. The House Elves just finished it yesterday while your mother was screaming.”

Baby Draco giggled as Lucius swung open the door and walked inside.

Draco’s rooms hadn’t changed over the years. More things had been added as Draco had obtained more possessions, but the skeleton of what Draco would live in now was there, even down to the same color sheets on the bed.

“Your crib is in my rooms at the moment, but when you grow out of it this is where you will sleep.”

Lucius walked around the room and stopped at the long ceiling-to-floor window that looked out over the land surrounding Malfoy manor.

“And this, my son, will someday belong to you and whomever is outstanding enough to be deemed worthy of your life partner. I’m sure Narcissa will press for another child, a daughter most likely, but you can be assured, my son, that when I die there will be no one to stand against your claim to what you are entitled. You are my heir and my joy.”

The hand that was not holding the baby moved to touch the baby Draco’s cheek. Baby Draco giggled loudly and grabbed Lucius’s ring finger in both hands. The little hands found the Malfoy signet ring and pulled it off Lucius’s finger. It immediately went into baby Draco’s mouth and he bit down as hard as he could with his toothless gums.

Lucius chuckled at Draco as he took back the ring. “That too, will be yours.”

The memory shifted to Lucius sitting alone in his study writing something. It looked like a letter. But before either of the boys could see what it was the door to the study swung open and a five-year-old Draco walked into the room with a loud, “Father!”

Lucius looked up at Draco. “What is it Draco?”

“Mother says I have to wait until I’m eleven to learn to fly on a broom like everyone else!”

Lucius raised an eyebrow.

“And I want to learn now!”

“And you shall.” The elder Malfoy placed his quill down on the desk and walked over to where Draco stood with an ecstatic smile on his face. “I will teach you.”