I am not Lucius and i do not condone what he do. I think it's disgusting and if i had my way I'd tie him to a washing line by his ears. I also don't believe that Draco was treated quite like this as a small child, but i feel slightly sadistic at the moment. I wrote it for myself and if no one else likes it, it doesn't really matter.

Loosely inspired by 'Mockingbird don't sing' an absoloutly heart breaking film that you HAVE to see.

I don't deny that I am a very possessive man. It has always been the case and I know it. I suppose it's what comes of being deprived as a small child, of never knowing when something else will be snatched away from you, be it a half-eaten sweet of a favourite toy. I do not resent it, though.

Some might even call me neurotic or maybe even obsessed. Now that is an accusation I disagree with. I simply like to be sure that my pets will not run away from me.

I approach the door to the little cupboard in which I keep my most precious possession. My pet.

I love it more than anything I have ever owned before, it is unique and beautiful and nobody else has one quite like mine. So, naturally, I must keep it safe and protected, away for the cruel, prejudiced eyes of the outside world. They would take it away from me, I am sure of it, because they are jealous of me and of my things because my things are always the best.

I produce a small key from the inner pocket of my waistcoat and I open the door to the tiny, cell-like cupboard.

I keep it dark down there, pitch black, so it's like you are dead, as though you are trapped inside a waking night-mare. It must be kept afraid. I have discovered that if you keep a young puppy on a leash constantly form when it's very young, it won't pull on its restraints because it won't know any better. Falconers put their birds in hoods when they are caught, do they not? So it is blind, in the dark and when it comes to remove that hood the bird is tame.

The same goes for my pet.

I have found out, also, that if you deprive a child of all the things it enjoys and you keep it alone in the dark, in the end it will realise that it has nothing left to fight for, nothing to gain from struggling against you. And so, subsequently, it becomes docile and tame. Like an animal.

I crouch down besides its huddled form and gently reach to stroke its head. It flinches and yelps, teeth bared into a weak snarl. I slap it soundly about the ears, reminding it that I shall not tolerate such wilfulness

All a rebellious pet needs is a good whipping every so often, on a regular basis, a d in time it will break, realising that it is in its best interest just for it to obey without either question or protest. Then it shall have no choice but to love you because it has nothing else.

"Who do you belong to?" I ask quietly, pulling the frail little thing into a sitting position. One day, it will be stronger but it is only young at the moment. Still just a baby. "Who is your master?"

It crawls into my lap and whispers, "I belong to you, Father. You are my master."

I smile, stroking its hair, now almost grey and matted with dust.

"Yes. And why do I keep you here?" Always the same questions. Pets need routine if they are to learn.

It answers immediately, without even thinking, so well have I trained my pet, "You keep me here because you love me, Father."

"That's right Draco. You are mine and I love you. You must be kept safe."

It looks up at me and tries to reward me with a smile. It is trembling, but it isn't out of cold nor is it out of fear. It is beyond being afraid of me.

Its eyes are full of love and trust as it says, "Thankyou Father. Thankyou for keeping me safe."

I smile to myself. It is training well, it won't be long now until it is broken completely.

Its is mine. My pet. My Draco.