When Draco was around four, he witnessed his father hit his mother for the first time. He tried to stop him but was thrown back against the stone wall. Lucius continued to beat his mother until she was so blackened by the beating that all she could do was lie on the floor and beg for mercy. He remembered his father's eyes when he was finished. They were black. Black like the robes he wore with the mask of a skull. He turned towards him and gave him a menacing smile.
"You want to protect your mummy, Draco?" Lucius' fist tightened as he walked towards him. "You want to rescue her like some hero in the stories?" Draco started crying as Lucius picked him up by his hair. "I think I will teach you your first lesson, son." His fist collided into Draco's stomach, then his side, and finally his face. "You're weak, Draco! You're no son of mine." He threw him down like a rag doll. "You're a disgrace to the Malfoy name." As he was walking past, Draco finally spoke.
"I'm sorry, Daddy! I'm so sorry!" He cried as he held his side. Lucius stopped in his tracks and turned around. His eyes glared in hatred and his white-blond hair was speckled with the blood of Draco and his mother.
"I am not your 'daddy'," he said so quietly Draco almost didn't hear him. "You will show me respect," he roared as he beat Draco until it was Draco's turn to beg for it to stop, to beg for mercy.
He watched as his blood flowed upon the marble floor and Lucius wiped his hands on the black robes and walked into his study. That was the last time he ever called his father anything but that. It was the first time he understood what death meant. He vowed that day that he would never harm a woman, or let any man harm a woman. What Lucius didn't know was that he had forever prevented his perfect, pureblood son from ever becoming what he wanted him to become. A monster.