Hi! So, as you probably guessed from the title this chapter is going to explain something. And that something, is the man from Draco's memories. Who is he? Read if you want to know. Enjoy!

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Draco woke up in the hospital wing with a sore head, but after the one he got from his memories returning, it was blissful. He didn't move, but groaned and saw both Luna and Violet sitting at the foot of his bed. McGonagall then came in to ask questions.

"What happened?" The distraught Head Mistress asked.

"I don't know," Luna admitted, "We were leaving the library together when he suddenly fell and started screaming. He was bleeding from his eyes, ears, nose and mouth," it was seriously startling how calmly she said that.

"Oh dear. Draco, what happened?"

Draco looked at his lap, "I um, remembered some stuff..."

"To be in that much pain though. You would've had to have remembered a lot to react in such a manner."

"Yeah, well, my life isn't what I thought it was."

"What did you see?"

"Nothing important. Just, stuff I overheard last year when Voldemort was still around."

"Out!" Madam Pomfrey called out, "He needs rest!"

"Poppy, We were just -"

"I don't want to hear it! This boy has just remembered a months worth of memories and needs to rest!"

Madam Pomfrey crossed her arms and glared at the three other females in the room. They all took the hint and left though. Draco spent the next two days in the Hospital Wing, and by the time he got back to his classes he had no clue what anyone was talking about. He didn't really care though. He just wanted to disappear. He didn't want any of his classmates to look at him. He didn't want any of the teachers to look at him. He wanted everyone to forget he existed.

But his stalker was making it evidently harder to go about life without being looked at. Ron and Hermione had hopped on the wagon as well then, so Draco was having a blast. He would walk down the halls and could hear their footsteps, he ignored them, but he was never alone.

Draco was already dealing with a lot. His abusive father, his multiple rapists, his judgemental peers and teachers, his apparently dead mother and then his three stalkers. Everything was coming up Draco. He would try to lose them by going anywhere he could that would get them lost. And so he ended up in the library listening to any form of stomping. He couldn't hear anything and sighed relieved. But then he saw where he was.

Memories from Halloween flashed through his head and he slid to the floor, hugging his knees and trying not to cry. He remembered screaming, he remembered being violated, he remembered Anthony's threat. And in that moment, another small part of him died. He started to hyperventilate and could hear his pounding heart in his ears. He felt like vomiting, but there was nothing for him to vomit. So instead he just started to choke on his own spit.

He couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't hold his tears back. He let the warm water spill from his eyes and began sobbing. He shook, he breathed somehow quicker, he grunted in frustration and he wailed at the sudden tap on his shoulder. He turned to see Ron, but he was too exhausted to do anything but cry. So he sat there, crying as Ron watched and pushing himself in the corner to get away from the Gryffindor.

"Malfoy..." he sighed, "what's wrong?"

"Everything!" Draco yelled, "I can't do this anymore... I can't live like this..."

"Malfoy? Are you... Depressed?"

"No... because if I was depressed I'd have a reason when I don't. On paper it looks like I have a good life so I should."

"Malfoy -"

"Stop calling me that! I can't, I can't do it anymore, I can't! I just need it to stop..."

"What do you need to stop?"

Draco had considerably less tears to shed and started to slow his breathing when Ron grabbed his arm and Draco tensed, "Don't touch me!" Draco pushes Ron away and scooted back.

"Jeez, I was just trying to help."

"You've done enough to help me. You, Granger, Potter. You can all stop watching me because it makes me feel unsafe. Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? I'm scared of you three, so just leave me the fuck alone!"

"Mal -"

"Leave me alone, you disgusting, freaky, stupid, worthless Gryffindor!"

"Were you describing me, or were you describing yourself?"

"Leave."

Ron didn't move.

"Leave before I do something we'll both regret!"

Ron got to his feet and walked away slowly. When Ron was out of view, Draco fell to the floor from sheer exhaustion. He looked at the book shelf and remembered lying there as Anthony raped him in a drunken haze. But he didn't move or scream when the memory replayed this time. Instead he looked up and gave in. Gave in to his inevitable fate and just, didn't have the energy to fight his mind.

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Christmas rolled around all too soon for Draco's liking and he forced himself to pack his belongings and met Theodore on his way out. Theodore sat on the couch with a book and hot chocolate, clearly he was staying at Hogwarts for the holidays.

"You aren't going home?" Draco asked. Theodore had gone home every other year.

"Not that it's any of your business but no," Theodore shuffled, "Mothers probably passed out on the couch and fathers who knows where. At least here I don't have to drag her to her bed."

Draco nodded. He could remember from conversations with Blaise and Theodore that they both had complicated parents. 

Blaise's mother fell pregnant at sixteen and fled Italy after her family disowned her. Isabelle Zabini had been widowed a total of six times and as it turned out, none of Blaise's stepdad's were particularly nice. 

Theodore on the other hand lived with both his parents. But Fornax Nott would disappear for days at a time and come back with pale bruises on his neck. When Ophelia Nott had figured it out she began drinking, but the two refused to divorce. (Blaise's mum and Theo's parents names aren't known. So I gave them these ones.)

Draco never divulged fully on what he went through at the Manor. All his friends knew was that his father was strict and didn't give Draco much of a say in where he ended up. Lucius didn't care how Draco got there, as long as Draco ended up where he wanted him it was fine. But Draco never wanted to pursue a Ministry life. He wanted to marry someone he loved, have kids, get a job he enjoyed and live happily ever after. Unfortunately, that wasn't how his life was supposed to go.

"I'll see you when I get back," Draco left.

He found his way to Hogsmeade Station and hopped aboard the train. He figured he'd be sitting alone, but as it turned out Luna was also going home and found his compartment. She sat down opposite him with the Quibbler and a smile before starting to read it upside down. Draco couldn't help but smile at her curious ways. He'd read the Quibbler once, but it was much too confusing for his taste. He turned his head and looked out at the snowy landscapes as they rode the train home. 

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Draco tried to stay awake. He really did. But with the cold, the lack of sleep he'd been getting, and the exhaustion of his memories returning, he couldn't say he was shocked. But there was a reason he had been avoiding sleep. Luna was across from him. There was no silencing charm around the compartment to keep out onlookers. He was doomed.

He'd been having the same nightmare over and over again. But, each one has something different about it. Sometimes it was as small as the clothes they were wearing. Sometimes it was as big as the other person present. But it was always in his bedroom. And he was never alone.

He hadn't had the best experiences with the other Death-Eater's, and none of them had really hurt him apart from when Voldemort deemed he did something wrong, so while they were some of the most terrifying people in his past it was also never them. It was always selected from the most terrifying people on his list of offenders.

It started out with Draco just eating dinner. Yes, he was eating dinner in his bedroom. The windows and doors were all locked and he could hear the vague scuffs of feet against the ground outside his door. He looked around at the grim room. Grey walls, grey stone fireplace, black leather couches, mahogany furnishings, black and grey linen, and black curtains covering the locked windows. It was bleak. The only colour came from the orange flickering light of the fireplace.

He finished his dinner, placing the silverware and fine china nestled in the silver tray. A house-elf would be there to collect it any time soon. Whether he had finished it or not. He couldn't think of how he wouldn't. It was nothing more than a piece of spinach, slice of tomato, tiny piece of beef and a large glass of water. But even so, he knew that if he wasn't finished by then he wouldn't get to finish.

He got up and walked over to his neat desk, shuffling through some papers. Mostly just time tables and sketches. But, without even really looking at them, he picked them up and dumped them in the bin. It was all useless anyways. Nothing on them was going to help him live up to his Father's expectations. The only thing that could do that was to be perfect. Perfectly smart, perfectly charming, perfectly pure... He wasn't sure that last one had ever really been true though if what he saw the last time he was on the train told him anything.

He heard a click and a slam. This was it. The person that came in had changed a few times. It went from his Father to Anthony, back to his Father, and again to Anthony. Either way, he knew what was coming. Or he thought he did. When he turned around he didn't see his Father or Anthony. He saw Harry. Maybe this wasn't a dream?

"You're breaking into my house now?" Draco asked, trying to put some spite into it. "I really didn't think you would take stalking that far."

Harry didn't say anything, which did unnerve Draco slightly. Okay, more than slightly. But in all fairness, he was accustomed to the slamming of that door leading to awful things.

He jumped and pivoted on his heels when he felt a hand land on his hip. He backed into the desk when he realised how close Harry had gotten. What if he hurt him? What if he did something? What if Draco went downstairs to see his Father being taken away by Auror's? His mind was racing. There were so many what if's. What if this. What if that. There was too much Harry was capable of doing. Especially that would hurt Draco.

But his mind calmed a little when Harry caressed his face, tucking his gel free hair behind his ear. Harry smiled and Draco felt something in his chest. This wasn't sinister? This was safe. Harry wasn't going to hurt him. 

"You have very pretty eyes," Harry said. "I never noticed the flecks of blue before."

Draco blushed a little, "Potter, this isn't funny. What are you doing here?"

Harry pecked Draco on the lips, only pulling back about three centimetres so that they were still very close. Draco felt a little scared at that, but this was Harry. He was the saviour of the world, the hero to all. He wasn't going to hurt him like his own Father and Anthony had. So, Draco returned the kiss. It was gentle, and soft. Draco made sure that Harry and him were a fair distance apart by putting his hands up, but it seemed his earlier thought process had been wrong.

Harry placed his hands on the small of Draco's back. The blonde would admit that he was very uncomfortable with this. He pulled away to say something but this was no dream, nor was it reality. It was a nightmare. A creation of Draco's own fears and trauma designed to torment him even more than his Father. He was wrong to think it would be anything but sinister. As soon as Harry moved to pulled Draco's shirt up he pushed him off.

"Stop," he said. "Stop."

Harry didn't listen.

"I said stop," Draco struggled against the more muscular boy until Harry managed to make contact with his skin. There was no way he was letting this happen again.

"I said stop!" Draco pushed Harry off and squeezed his eyes shut, hearing a thud. He was shaking. He turned to face his desk, not wanting anyone to see him cry. He hadn't cried out of sadness in so long. He wasn't even sure if it was sadness or just reflex. But either way, he needed to empty his tear ducts. 

He leant forward, placing his hands on the desk. But it felt, sticky? He opened his eyes to see the desk was fine. But when he looked at his palms they were caked in crimson red blood. He stumbled backwards and turned to fall onto the ground. Only it didn't feel like ground.

Draco slowly lifted himself up to see his Mother. Or, her remains. Her blonde hair was wiry, her lips and eyelids swollen, her dress ruined, her skin blue, and she had clearly been decomposing. Worms and other creepy crawlies covered just about all of her, and she was on a bunch of dirt.

Draco let out a scream and scooted away from her, crashing into one of the leather couches. Her head turned and she began to sluggishly move. Inferi. And if Draco knew anything about them, it was that they had a vengeance. He got to his feet and ran to the door. He pounded on it and tried the doorknob more times than he could count, screaming for help. But it was no use. It was far too late for anyone to help him now.

He saw a stocky shadow appear on the door and froze. Narcissa didn't have a strong build. He turned and looked into the eyes of a very familiar man. He had dark brown hair, silver-blue eyes and pale skin. It was the man from his memory. The one that didn't make sense to him. But it was all becoming clear now. The eyes. Silver with flecks of blue. No one on Lucius' side of the family had blue eyes, and Narcissa came from a family with mainly brown eyes. There was only one explanation for why Draco and this man had the same eyes.

"You're smart," the man said. "Too bad you killed me!"

"NO!!!" Draco shifted and bumped his head into the window of the compartment.

"Draco are you okay?" Luna sat next to Draco softly holding his hand. "I sometimes get bad dreams too. But, I find that a nice sweets binge can help."

Luna held out a few jelly slugs, chocolate frogs, and cauldron cakes. Draco smiled lightly at her gentle nature. It was a nice contrast to the tumultuous nightmare he'd just had and he calmed down after a few minutes. He didn't eat many of the sweets, maybe one cauldron cake and a few jelly slugs, but nothing massive. He was happy to be friends with Luna. She seemed to know exactly what he needed, but never asked the invasive questions.

But all good things must come to an end, and sadly, so to does this wonderful train ride Draco shared with Luna. But don't worry, there's a rollercoaster up ahead.

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Draco looked at the front doors of Malfoy Manor. To think he had lived there, living in blissful ignorance of the truly most horrific things that happened within those walls. Walls stained with generations of blood that could never be washed off. He thought that perhaps Lucius' own Father had treated him so cruelly, until he met the man that was.

Abraxas Malfoy was a confusing man. He admitted that in his time as a Hogwarts student he was rather reckless and - in a lot of people's words - annoyingly optimistic. Abraxas was still very much so a man of jokes and humour, but his eyes had gone dark. He had not been so brutal as to beat Lucius but Draco did know that there were some very strict rules. The rules had actually been set by his Mother. So, Draco couldn't really say if Lucius' blood also stained the Manor.

He did know for certain that Narcissa's did. She was gone. Dead. Crossing over. On the other side. And she was never coming back. Draco would never get to say goodbye. He'd never get to see her smile again. Never get to hear her sing again. Never get to help her run away from this awful place. Narcissa was lost to the many wives this building had killed. Persephone Malfoy, Acantha Malfoy, Gaia Malfoy, Caelia Malfoy, and probably many others.

He pushed the doors open and stepped over the threshold. He was almost immediately bombarded by Lucius. He flung Draco to the side and slammed the doors shut.

"How are you?" Lucius smiled begrudgingly. "Terrible? Good. Now I need you to —"

"She's dead," Draco said. "You killed her."

Lucius stopped in his tracks and turned to Draco, "I take it everything she erased came back in one burst of pain?" Lucius smirked. "It must've really hurt."

"Is that why you did it?" Draco forced the lump in his throat back. "To hurt me?"

Lucius hummed, "Yes and no. She needed to go, hurting you was just an incentive."

"You're a bastard!" Draco slapped Lucius across the face. "She didn't deserve that!"

Lucius slowly turned his head, showing Draco the small cut on the side of his cheek he'd made with his nail. Lucius' eyes portrayed nothing but fury. Draco stumbled back slightly. What had he just done?

"Now Draco," Lucius took a step forward, forcing Draco to stumble back, "I thought I taught you better than that. To hit me of all people? I am your Father, and you will respect me."

"No you aren't," Draco said, trying to regain some form of dominance. "Bet you didn't count on me figuring that one out did you?"

In one quick movement, Draco was curled up on the ground, spitting blood. He hadn't even seen the cane move. And he didn't have time to adjust before he was kicked in the stomach. Draco landed on his back and looked up at Lucius. The man he'd once thought to be his Father was looming over him like a predator, and he didn't like it. He quickly began backing away into the sitting room, clutching his bruised diaphragm. 

"Now Draco, what did you just say?" Lucius made another sharp movement with the cane, so quick and light on the skin that it sliced Draco's cheek.

Draco was beginning to regret saying anything, but he needed to continue, "Mother, she cheated on you with that man," Draco continued to scoot away as Lucius neared. "You were upset, and you killed him. But you sent him back. He'd have to be an idiot not to keep some form of a healing potion. So, your plan backfired. I can find my real Dad."

Lucius laughed at that and knelt down, gripping Draco's chin painfully tight, "For someone so smart you're an absolute idiot," Lucius shook his head. "You are right there. But no one ever said he was a wizard. Filthy halfblood."

What!? Draco screamed in his head. There was no way! He was a pureblood! The thought of him being anything else was absurd! But, why would Lucius lie about that.

"Wow," Draco retorted, "how awful were you for Mother to cheat on you with a muggle?"

"What did you say?" Lucius' grip tightened.

Draco grunted out in pain but continued, "Is that why you hate me? I'm a reminder of what you couldn't control. I'm a reminder of everything you lost in your crusade for power. You hate me, because I have his eyes, and not yours."

Lucius smiled, "You may have his eyes, but you have your Mothers face."

Draco was about to say something else. Maybe, he got Lucius mad enough he'd mess up and Draco could run. But he didn't get the chance. 

"You can join her in the ground."

Draco struggled as Lucius carried him away. Lucius practically dragged him through the house, knocking him into furniture as Draco thrashed himself around to get free. Draco refused to let this be his death. He refused to let himself slip away at the hands of Lucius. 

"No!" He cried out. "Please! I don't want to die like this! I'll pretend to not know! I'll do better! Just please don't do this!"

"It's too late," Lucius said, kicking the door open and throwing Draco into the back garden. "I'm going to have to find a new, much prettier wife. Maybe we can have a much less useless son. Oh wait, you aren't my son now are you?"

"Please...," Draco started to tremble as he wept, "Just don't do this. I'll run away and never come back."

"Do you want to know what your real Father was like?" Lucius grabbed a shovel and walked past Draco. "He was a coward. Didn't have the stomach to harm even the most useless of ants. He found out what your Mother was and kicked her to the kerb faster than a lightning strike. He didn't want you. He never wanted you, nor would he have ever taken you in if he were alive."

Lucius grabbed Draco's arm, "I did you a favour when I killed him," Lucius smiled. "And now I'm doing the world a favour by killing you. Petrificus totalus."

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So... who guessed it? Who knew that the man was Draco's real Dad? I know, plot twist right? I've never seen this done anywhere, and I got an idea when I was reading something about Harry actually being Voldemort's kid - not gonna lie, I hate that trope. I just sort of thought "What if Draco wasn't Lucius' kid?" And bam! We are now here. Please vote, comment and suggest. Thank you!

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