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Chapter 3

Henrick slowly opened his eyes but quickly shut them. A beam of sunlight was hitting him directly in the face. He hid his face inside the pillow, and memories from last night flooded through his brain. Slowly sitting up he realized he was on a couch, a bloody comfortable one too. He found his glasses on the table in front of him, and quickly put them on.

“Ah, I see you're awake.”

Now that he got a good look at the stranger he did, in fact, recognize him. He was holding 2 teacups and sat them down on the table. He took a seat to the right of Henrick.

“Yeah, um, where am I.” His voice sounded so weak and wavy, he hated it. He cleared his throat and fixed his composure.

“We’re in a hotel my friend owns just south of Diagon Alley.”

He took a sip of his tea. His eyes were fixated on Henrick like he was trying to solve a complex puzzle.

“If you don't mind me asking, what is your name.” his question shocked Henrick and made him realise the man didn't recognize him. Had he really changed that much? But what about… oh yeah right. He remembered he had his scar covered up just before he left Gringotts. I could use this, yeah this is the opportunity I've been waiting for. He could be who he wanted to be, himself. But could he trust him? After what he put Henrick through in his second year? And Dra… No his cousin, he remembered. After the incident with the unicorn, Henrick and Draco had a civil conversation and realized they actually got along pretty well. He may even say Draco was his best friend, he understood Henrick better than anyone else. Draco even helped him study his family history and told him they were cousins. Drake helped bring his Slytherin side into the light as well. If Draco was the be believed the man sitting opposite him wasn't all that evil after all. He stretched out his hand to the older man.

“Henrick Potter-Black.”

He watched as the realization hit the older man's face as he took Henricks hand.

“Lucius Malfoy.”

“Yes, I know.”

The awkward air lasted for a few more moments before Henrick broke out a smile and chuckled. Lucius, on the other hand, was confused, he did not understand why the green-eyed wizard did not lash out on him or be scared by his presence. He suddenly realized how much the teen looked like a Black and how much he had changed since the last time he had seen Henrick. He also noted that Henrick had begun to use his full name.

“May I ask, Mister Potter-Black, what happened last night?”

Henrick was oddly relieved by Lucius’ reaction.

“Well… I went to the bank,” Henrick started “to claim my titles but the results were quite shocking. At first I must admit, i was pleased that i had more titles than i originally thought. Instead of the two i was aware of, i apparently have 5. I have 4 lordships and i am heir to 1 family. I'm only 14!” The teen proceeded. He bit his lip and fumbled with his hands. He wasn't even sure why the told the elder Malfoy all of this, but then quickly realized that Lucius Malfoy would be one of the best people to teach him about his responsibilities. “Almost everything i thought i knew came crashing down! My name isn't even Harry James, and no one thought to inform me of this! Hell, I didn't even know that Alice Longbottom was my godmother. I didn't even know i had one!” Henrick ran his hands through his hair and noticed the startled face of the blond lord opposite him. “I didn't even know i had a living family for Merlin's sake! If it wasn't for your son i would have never known.”

By now Lucius had moved right next to the distressed teen

“I wasn't aware you had never been taught this. In fact, it is a crime to hold such information from an heir or lord.”