"It is a potion, a draught of my own creation. We call it  gnísios. It solidifies my decision to bring in another to the group. It makes for  obedient followers" the king explained. "I could tell from that mark on your forearm that you are the type of man to realize his potential among the lesser. The potion merely confirmed this suspicion. As I told you last night, though I doubt you remember–" The King chuckled, sipping his wine "– your Atlantean bloodline is nearly as pure as mine. Though I haven’t used the potion in quite a time, I'll remind Orion to decrease the dosage." The King raised his glass to cheers with Draco, who obliged even though he was trying to discern if he was just in a fever-induced dream because the Malfoys were not descended from Atlanteans. Were they? 