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Prologue

It had been 8 years since Draco and Pansy had graduated from Hogwarts and got married. They had been dating since 4th year and had married the year after they left school. The couple had had a perfect life, Pansy was planning to have a baby, and after Draco's father died in Azkaban, he had become an Auror to prevent the Dark Lord from rising again. Draco was reminiscing the day of their marriage, until...

"Draco honey!" his loving wife's voice called from the kitchen, "Your dinner is going to get cold!"

Draco tore himself from his thoughts and descended the marble staircase. He crept into the kitchen and slid his arms around his wife, right under her stomach. She giggled and blushed like a 14 year old and leaned her head back to kiss the man who would soon be the father of her son. He rubbed his hands on he stomach and kissed the nape of her neck softly.

"What are we going to name him?" Draco asked playfully.

"Well, I've always loved the name Harry..." she joked.

"You mean like the lovely mudblood lover from school?" Draco mused.

"Or Ron..." Pansy laughed slightly, remembering the Hogwarts Golden Trio.

"Remember Crabbe and Goyle?" Draco said thoughtfully, "Those oafs were always messing things up."

"And then there was—" Pansy was interrupted by the doorbell, "I'll get it."

Pansy waddled over to the door and opened it to find about 10 men, clad in billowing black robes. Pansy looked confused as she squeaked, "Hello, how can I help—" but she once again interrupted, but this time, by the killing curse. She dropped to the floor as the men walked soundlessly into the house. Draco had heard a soft thump on the stone entryway, so he walked over the door to find Pansy, dead. He let one hot tear run down his cheek as he clenched his fists. He kissed Pansy and her baby and prepared to look for whoever had killed his family, but he was ambushed by the group of Deatheaters that had killed Pansy and her baby. Once Draco had been thoroughly beaten into the cold, hard ground, Lucius Malfoy stepped forward and sneered at his son.

"Pitiful." He growled coldly, "So this is what you've done with your life?"

Lucius kicked Draco with his hard leather boot and spat at the ground in front of him. Draco's face screwed up with anger. He didn't care how much his father hated him, because he had lost all respect for him once he had seen him bow down and kiss the feet of a creature too weak to walk without assistance.

"I'd say the same to you." Draco drawled, trying to conceal his anger, "You kneel down to a Lord that even Potter could destroy."

Lucius laughed a bone-chilling laugh, it sent shivers up Draco's spine to watch how Lucius threw his head back and laughed mockingly at his son. Draco, though very angry, was a bit confused about why his father was laughing. He had just been insulted by his own offspring, wouldn't he be offended?

"Lucius, what the hell are you laughing about?" Draco snarled.

"Now, now Draco." Lucius replied coolly, "Do you really think that we still follow that fool? A new Dark Lord has risen, and is much more powerful then the last."

"And who would that be?" Draco asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Me." Answered the familiar voice of an old schoolmate.

(a/n: I hope you guys like the prologue! It sucks, but this is my first fanfic, so give me some constructive criticism!)