At that, Lucius unexpectedly laughed. Though the sound itself was harsh, the laugh was genuine, and it wad enough to make him shift in his seat.<br/>Finding that nothing else remained unsaid, Lucius stood. His hands instinctively found the button of his jacket to do it up. "And you think you're not my son."<br/><br/>____________________<br/><br/>As Malfoy's driver let him out of the car, Harry mentally went through the string of questionable decisions that had led him to this moment. After several noments of consideration, he decided the point of no return had long passed, when Malfoy years ago had offered him a job. Looking up at the manor, Harry had yet to decide whether or not that too, bad been a questionable decision, finding that the bare boned explanation for his precense today was feeling indebted to Malfoy.<br/>Ascending the front stairs, Harry realized he didn't feel unease. Though it was his first time here, he bad met both Malfoy and his wife on several occasions when Harry had appeared as part of Malfoy's campaign. Instead, as he knocked on the door, he found himself feeling optimistic but powerless.