The Black Family Secret, Will Draco Ever Discover the Truth? Options

[QuidditchChick]

The Black Family Secret
Chapter 1: Draco’s Suspicion

By QuidditchChick a.k.a. Amber
Draco was, as usual, left to entertain himself. (Which, to the grief of his parents, often times had proved disastrous. It is never wise to leave young wizards all alone in large houses without removal of their wands.) “What do I do now?” he thought as he looked around the library. Volumes of books beckoned for his attention from their oak shelves. Handcrafted bookends in the forms of famous dark wizards kept the books atop their lofty homes. In the center of the floor lay a round green carpet with golden tassels. In the middle stood a single table with a thick book half open on top. On its leather cover was engraved in bold, cursive writing ‘The Malfoy Code of Conduct’. “Oh yes.” Draco thought, “I loathe that book. All its pages filled with rules. I’ve never read anything so boring!” His shoes clacked against the wooden floor. He flipped the pages and began to read aloud. “A Malfoy must always assert his presence in a powerful manner. His companions should have no doubt of his heritage.” His nose wrinkled slightly at the thought. “Rules, rules, rules. That’s all I ever hear. Don’t do this; always do this…will it ever end?” He cast a glance at his father’s favorite chair. A smirk played across his lips.
He flung himself into the great leather seat. He held his wand like a scepter, and began shaking it furiously, “You should know better, son! I am always right.” He laughed. “Hmph. One day this will be my chair, and I will preside over Malfoy business.” As the thought of being head Malfoy puffed his chest, something caught his eye. In one of his father’s reading books was a corner of…something poking out the side. His eyebrow rose, along with his curiosity. He inserted his wand between the pages. Slowly he pried it open. Inside laid an old letter with crisp folds. The edges were worn, as though it had been read many times. He looked at the pages of the book on which it rested. It was the Malfoy family line, a record of everyone that had ever been born into the related blood lines. On this page was written,

Bellatrix Black----Rudolphus Lestrange.
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? Lestrange

“Hmm. That’s interesting. I wonder where their child is…if it’s even alive. They’re both in Azkaban…” He sat back in the leather chair, and opened the letter. On it was scrawled, in red ink, one word…