"We choose our joys and sorrows long before we experience them."

-Kahlil Gibran

Chapter 1: Love is for the Lucky

Mr. Draco Malfoy was in the office of Mr. Sarpe Diavol, a man recently gaining great fame for his imaginative architectural designs. Although it wasn't the first Mr. Malfoy found himself here, he still examined Mr. Diavol's office with wonderment. The office was very modern, with a glass desk and a great, black, leather, chair behind it. The wall behind the desk wasn't a wall at all, but a gigantic window, all glass. Everything was organized and neat and not a speck of dust anywhere. No color could be seen anywhere in the room, besides the black of the furniture, the gray of the carpet and the cream color of the three walls. No personal touches to the office, no pictures, no cards, not even a sign that Mr. Diavol had a life outside this office. Draco took a seat in one of the black leather chairs and looked at the clock. He had been waiting in the office for a good half hour now and Mr. Diavol had still not come.

Ten more minutes passed and Draco became impatient, he got up from the chair, as he had done many times before and walked over to the mirror that hung on the wall of the office. He looked inside it and saw himself, an aged man of sixty-five, Draco Malfoy still had the signature Malfoy blonde hair, his eyes as gray as ever, and the haughtiness was still easily recognizable in his face. His figure had changed as everyone's does with age yet he still held himself up with pride, the remnant of a once handsome man was still on his face. He walked away from the mirror and went to the window that the back of Mr. Diavol's chair faced. He looked down onto the busy city of London. All the busy wizards, going about their daily tasks, appeared like ants from where Draco stood.

Suddenly the door opened and Mr. Sarpe Diavol entered. He was taller than the average man, handsome, with an extremely good physique, especially for being thirty-eight, he had steel blue-gray eyes, chestnut colored hair, and a mustache that matched his hair and gave him a distinguished look. He walked in the door looked at Draco and closed the door behind him. The folders he had in his hand, he set down on his desk, sat on his chair, opened one of the folders and without looking up at Draco said, "Why are you here this time?"

Draco looked at the back of Mr. Diavol for a few minutes and then took a seat, opposite the desk, where he had previously sat. He looked at Mr. Diavol for a moment longer and saw that Mr. Diavol was not going to look up so he said, "We need to talk."

"This couldn't wait until Friday?" Mr. Diavol asked.

"I don't want your wife and kids to be there," Draco said, "It is something that I nor you would want them to know."

Mr. Diavol still working on the material the folder contained answered, "You can't be coming around here too often, people will start getting suspicious. If it is not for business we really should not talk until I come over."

Draco looked at Mr. Diavol annoyed and said, "Did you not hear what I said? This is important."

"Ten years of hard work to keep this "secret" hidden will be ruined, all because you come visit Mr. Diavol, a man you have no acquaintance with, a little too often."

"An…"

"I cannot do all the work myself Mr. Malfoy, you must do some of it yourself, and just in case you forget, the name is Mr. Diavol."

"I was at Andrei's grave today," Draco began. As he said this Mr. Diavol stopped writing for a moment and then shook his head subtly and began writing once again. Draco smiled at this and continued, "The first time I have been to his grave."

"Why did you go?" Mr. Diavol asked.

"I have my reasons." Draco said, "Reasons that will unfold very soon. Rumors Mr. Diavol while a little slowly always get to me, and although this took almost ten years it is still not too late to do something about it."

Mr. Diavol continued writing trying to appear as if he did not care. Draco smirked however and continued his story, "While I was there I saw Ava Necaz."

Mr. Diavol stopped writing and looked up at Draco. For a moment he looked at the man opposite him and then looked down at his folder again, with the pen on his hand. Draco's smirk widened as he said, "She looked exactly as she had ten years ago… well almost." Draco stopped there, waiting for Mr. Diavol to ask something, but Mr. Diavol said nothing. Draco then continued, "She was not alone, she has a son." As Draco said this Mr. Diavol stopped writing and within a second began writing and said, "The world keeps going Mr. Malfoy, it does not stop. Now if this was all then you must excuse me, I have to get back to work."

Draco however at this got up and told his story in full, "I had heard rumors that she still went to visit his grave, and I did not believe them, after all it has been ten years, and she is married now, but apparently she goes to that grave at the minimum, once a week. I had also heard rumors about this son of hers, a beautiful boy, a more beautiful boy on this planet could not be found, he has the trademark eyes of her family, those bright, emerald, green, eyes, those eyes that I have loathed since I was eleven, and he has amazingly golden hair, the hair that is a trademark to the Malfoys, apparently he looks exactly like Andrei, apparently he is my grandson."

At this Mr. Diavol dropped his pen and looked at Draco. He closed the folder and asked, "Did you see the boy?"

"Of course. That's why I went to the grave I had to make absolutely sure that the boy was indeed my grandchild, I couldn't come here to you based on a rumor."

"And?" Mr. Diavol asked.

"As much as it pains me to admit it, there is no mistaking it, he is a Malfoy."

"We… I… I can't believe it. A boy? What's his name?" A soft expression had come upon Mr. Diavol's face now. His inattention was completely gone now and instead his full interest was turned to Mr. Draco Malfoy to listen to his story. Draco however stopped as he saw this change in Mr. Diavol. He turned and with a cold look said to him, "The boy's name is of no importance. I am sure you know now why I came to you."

Mr. Diavol's face changed dramatically, it became pale, his eyes closed, and he did not speak until a few minutes passed when he spoke his voice was firm and cold, "No!"

Draco looked at him and said nothing. Mr. Diavol continued, "No, I will not do it! I will not kill the boy!"

"You must! That child is an abomination!"

Mr. Diavol still looking at his desk and not at Draco said, "He's only a boy, not even ten years old yet, how can that boy be an abomination?"

"MY BLOOD! MY FAMILY'S BLOOD! THE PUREST BLOOD IN THE ENTIRE WIZARDING WORLD IS TAINTED! TAINTED WITH THE FOULEST BLOOD IN THE WIZARDING WORLD! WITH THE BLOOD OF THE MAN THAT LED MY FATHER TO HIS GRAVE! WITH THE BLOOD OF HARRY POTTER! AND YOU ARE TELLING ME THIS CHILD IN NOT AN ABOMINATION?"

Mr. Diavol then looked at Draco and said, "Don't shout! Someone might hear."

"Then simply say, you'll do it."

"I won't I will not kill that boy, he's done nothing wrong. Not to mention that this whole thing ended ten years ago, I washed my hands clean of all the blood spilt, that night."

"It has not ended, Diavol. That mistake that should have ended with my son's death is still here. I want it gone; I want no speck of proof left in this world. The boy must die."

"Let it go, isn't what we have done enough?"

"The boy must die!"

"No he must not! The boy shall live!"

"Diavol! You do not understand, you have a beautiful wife, two very beautiful twin boys, a great job. The dream life. It could all be taken away Diavol, if the truth comes out. Your sons will despise you, your wife will leave you, and nothing good will come your way, Ava Necaz will despise you for what you did as well, her son will loathe you, her husband probably banish you. My life Diavol is almost at an end, yours is not, you must think of your family, you cannot let this boy take it away from you. The truth will come out Diavol, but if no one is looking for it then it can lay low, now Diavol, do you understand what I'm saying?"

"I cannot kill that boy."

"You must Diavol, to protect your life and to end her suffering."

As Draco said this Mr. Diavol looked up. Draco smirked, "Did I strike a chord? Perhaps old wounds never do heal. Well then Mr. Diavol let me tell you the pain your Mrs. Necaz goes through thanks to her husband, because of that boy. Mr. Necaz wants no more children. He loathes the boy, but keeps him as not to make a scandal, he lies to the world and says the boy is his, but anyone who has seen the boy knows the truth, he's a Malfoy. Mr. Necaz will not grant the boy the same last name as him, the boy then bears the last name Potter." As Draco said this, he said the name with a disgust that had not diminished since childhood. "Her hair is now blonde, so they can say the boy took after his mother. But again pointless, he does not look like her, nothing but the eyes, he looks like my son." Draco studied Mr. Diavol for a moment. Mr. Diavol at this moment was sitting in his chair, paying close attention to each word that Draco uttered. "Mr. Necaz brings a different woman home every night. It is well known to everyone, not just his wife. Then at days when he wants her, he takes her against her will anytime he wants. That is to say Mr. Diavol that he rapes his own wife anytime he wants. That woman suffers night and day from her marriage. Her mistake to love my son, and now she's paying for it."

"She's suffering too much," Mr. Diavol said as he was looking at his desk, he did not feel worthy to look up at Draco.

"Then end it," Draco said, "Kill the boy."

"How much does one person have to suffer? Just for loving someone she must be raped by her own husband?"

"End it Diavol. Her husband and she can move on then, they can have an actual marriage, they can have a new life."

'It was love."

"She fell in love with my son, and my son fell in love with her."

"That is truly a crime, huh?"

"Mr. Diavol, forget the past. Will you kill the boy?"

"When will it end Mr. Malfoy? When? Ten years ago was the death of your son, then end of the Malfoy lineage, and now, you want me to kill this boy."

"It would benefit everyone."

"He's…"

"Andrei's son. I had to do what I did, and now you have to do what you have to do, to protect the family."

"To protect your pure blood you mean," Mr. Diavol said.

"One and the same, Mr. Diavol," Draco said, "One and the same."

Mr. Diavol got up and walked to where Mr. Malfoy was, he looked the man in the face, "That night you lost your son Mr. Malfoy, or should I say, the night Andrei died, did you regret what you did?"

"No." Draco answered looking straight into the softened eyes of Mr. Diavol.

"Do you miss your son?"

"You are mad now," Draco said.

"You have no son Mr. Malfoy," As he said this Mr. Diavol's face and eyes hardened. Draco looked at Mr. Diavol and his expression hardened as well, it was if the two were two sides of the same mirror. They were one, yet completely different. Draco however knew that what he was suggesting was impossible to avoid. He waited a moment studying the younger man and said, "My father once had to do what was necessary, I must do what is necessary, and you will do what is necessary, I'm sure Mr. Diavol. We are all men, we all have responsibilities, and great men, like my father, like me, do not let emotions get in the way. Family is above everything, and to keep that sanctity is above all, Mr. Diavol."

Mr. Diavol looked at the man in front of him, a cold, harsh man, whom he had once looked up to. Once hoping to be just like him and now here he was standing in front of him. Mr. Diavol had every reason to loath this man, yet he could not. Mr. Draco Malfoy came from a family that required this, and he could not back out now. How foolish he had been to think that this all could have ended that one night, ten years ago. He nodded his head and said, "I'll do it."

Mr. Malfoy nodded, "Good. I'll see you Friday then." He took one last look at Mr. Diavol and was about to leave when Mr. Diavol stopped him. "I must know," Mr. Diavol said, "What is the boy's name?"

Draco thought for a moment. He thought about not answering, he thought about lying, and then came to the conclusion that just telling the name of the boy would not do any harm. He looked at Mr. Diavol's completely gray eyes now and said, "Falnic Potter." As Draco said this Mr. Diavol turned away from him. He looked outside the office, into the great city. Draco without saying a word then disappeared from the room.

Mr. Diavol went and sat in his great leather chair. He spun around to look at the sky outside; it was bright blue, the brightest blue he had seen in a long time. He sat there looking at that bright, blue, sky for hours, hoping that somehow he could disappear from this world that somehow all the events that had started a little more than ten years ago would have never happened. He closed his eyes hoping that everything would leave his head, all the memories would go, but they wouldn't, who could ever forget a beauty like Ava Potter? Certainly no one, not Andrei Malfoy, and not Sarpe Diavol. He could not forget her, could not get those emerald green eyes out of his head, those eyes he dreamed of every night. That beautiful woman that had haunted him for ten years now haunted him still. He had done her a great wrong, he like a coward had let her suffer, he had taken her true love and left her in the hands of an abusive husband, for this he could not forgive himself, and now he was going to take her son. He then opened his eyes and they were once again a steady gray color with no trace of blue, his face hard and cold. He got up and walked over to where the mirror in the wall was, he looked inside and saw himself. "I look like my father and his father before him. I am like them. Perhaps what I am doing is inescapable; perhaps this is what she gets for loving a Malfoy. Perhaps, I truly should have been killed that night." Then Mr. Diavol shook his head, "I am despicable, I always want the coward's way out. Life is nothing but pain, and love is not for everyone, only for the lucky."

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