AN MONDO IMPRTANTE: I know I'm not supposed to do this but it will only be for a little while. I'm deleting the chaps for this story and rewriting and changing the whole story. I'm sorry for some who actually liked this story but as it is it is too busy and needs refinement. so, as this is very short, i will tell you about something that happened at school one day. And as this is fanfiction, i will be changing my friends names into characters.
Severus sat at the desk, bored, clicking a pen on the edge of the fake wood desk.
"Who's clicking their pen?" yelled his enraged teacher. "Who ever it is, stop it. Now!" terrified, Severus stopped immediately, fearful of his teacher's wrath.
"Severus is!" I will fucking punch a baby. More importantly, that person's baby. How dare they rat me out. Glaring around the room, he searched for the person who would have a deformed kid.
He knew who it was the minute his eyes landed on them. There was Lucius, tongue out, face screwed up in a weird expression. "What's wrong bro?" Damn. He couldn't punch that baby; it was more than likely that it could possibly be his god kid. Damnit Lucius, why do you give me these hard decisions?
After a while he came up with a solution. He would just punch Potter's baby. It could end up ugly without his help anyway.
*18 years pass*
Severus watched the little Malfoy snot prance into the classroom, gayer than a double rainbow. with his pointy nose up in the air, hips swaying and chest puffed out like a peacock, Draco Malfoy was conceited, immature, cruel, and most importantly, his godson.
well at least he isn't ugly, unlike Longbottom. Maybe he really shouldn't have gotten plastered and tried finding Potter's baby only to hit Longbottom's.
he almost felt regret. but then he looked at his godson and all his flaws and stopped the feeling. his godson had to have one redeeming quality. if it was his good looks, so be it. he can get by with them. but he still felt some regret against all odds. ti was then he decided.
+later that evening+
"Mr. Malfoy, do come in." he watched as the boy came in and sat on in the chair across from him.
"I heard a rumor that you wish to get a dark mark. i will say this, go for it." there. now hopefully the brat gets himself killed or sent to azkaban.
with his work done, Severus started to click his pen on the side of his wooden desk. but this time, no one had their baby punched.
the end.
sorry for all those offended. i kinda added on to what really happened but oh well. i hope you will read the story once it is re-uploaded.