a/n: Hey, I'm bored okay?

But after, the dark stayed and the light didn't come. The curtains refused to open and everything was still frozen and cold, the air was chilly and the perpetual rain cloud hung over me, day and night and refused to leave.

Master was weakened, he would never come back. Things seemed to be the same. I hated Mudbloods, I hated Muggles, I hated Half-Bloods, I hated the world. I was choked in hate and it suffocated me and didn't allow me to breathe, didn't allow my heart to feed or my soul to rest. The hate extended at times to my wife, my dull-witted house elves, and Dumbledore, the crooked nosed Muggle lover. He was to me as a fly is to a frog, longing to kill it.

At times, I burst into tears for no apprarent reason, my voice cracked and I felt out of control and just world spun like some insane roller coaster that couldn't stop, I was on a broken merry-go-round of life, a game, and I was losing, my horse was breaking and I was dizzy, sick and worn. At other times, I laughed for no reason. Things that weren't supposed to be funny at all left me clutching my sides and gasping for breath leaving my stomach in a tight knot, my wife staring at my in disgust, contempt and disbelief.

Lucius, once a cool, calm and composed man had tears in hjs eyes, laughing dicordantly and rolling on the floor, over something that most sane people could nod and continue with business. Disgraceful.

Narcissa infuriated me, She insisted on doing things her way all the time. When I tried to refuse, she used her best arsenal against me- she always threatened to divorce me. And left with no mother to grow up, no female hostess in the manor, the Malfoy line would be ridiculed- why did she leave? What did her husband do to her? Family life at home was supposed to be calm, strict and suppressed. I rarely smiled as a boy besides my tradmark smirk when I was taunting some unfortunate Gryffindor, Mudblood or making fun of Dippet, the old bat.

Now, what had led me to this high would also be my emotional down fall, my sanity. I would have an heir, I would ensure his success and hope that he wouldn't inherit all of my characteristics. I hoped he would hate the world, everything in it and himself, but Draco, stay sane.