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Prologue
Scorpius descended the steps of Malfoy Manor towards the ballroom. He had woken to the sound of a woman's shrieking and the laughter of another. When he stepped from his room and walked down the hall, passing by large open windows that cast the light of the moon across the marble floors, he could hear the woman crying.
He was fixated on a figure dressed in pale blue silk, short blonde hair glistening colourlessly on his head; the body bent over and hands over face.
He frowned, stopping at the bottom of the stairs.
'Father, is that you?' He said, moving forward to the crouching figure.
Mr. Malfoy lifted his head precariously and Scorpius was aghast at the look of utter petulance on his face and the expression of horror that clouded the disposition of a stately man. It lasted for only a second and at once Scorpius was fraught with the question of whether the expression had even existed.
He stood, his long pale blue robe falling against his body. 'You're awake, Scorpius,' he said, turning to look at him.
Scorpius clenched his jaw shortly, staring into his father's pale eyes.
'I heard screaming,' Scorpius clarified, shifting slightly.
Mr. Malfoy furrowed his brow in perplexity. 'Screaming?' He asked.
Scorpius nodded. 'And laughing,' he added. He turned his head to trail his eyes across the glistening moon-pale floors. 'What happened?' He said, returning his eyes to his father's face which had justly returned to a look of unease.
He could hear words falling in the air between them, his father flicking through his thoughts and his decisions of what to say, what would be the appropriate answer to his question.
Mr. Malfoy was a Legilimens, and his son was learning.
'What happened?!' Scorpius said in an urgent whisper. 'Father, please, I'm sixteen. I think I deserve the right to know what happened here and why you always act so strange at this time of year.'
Mr. Malfoy regarded his son in a cool manner before turning away from him to look up to the scaffolding where rows of windows stood pressed into the high walls.
'You can hear my thoughts, can't you? When you're sleeping you dream what I dream. You cry out with my pain. I wish I had the strength in myself to have hidden my miseries from you. But, this time of year is always the same.'
Scorpius nodded, 'Yes, it is.'
At this time of year Scorpius was subject to the same feeling, ever since his father first began teaching him of Occulmency and Legilimency when he turned fifteen.
'I'm not sure if I should tell you,' Mr. Malfoy said. 'What would your mother think if she were to find out that I told you such a horrible story?'
'She would have to understand. I'm almost an adult; I'm not a little boy anymore. I have my own thoughts and my own wishes and desires. I know what I want, what I will do, who I love and the extent I would go for them,' Scorpius said in a rush, stopping to catch his breath. He furrowed his brow. 'Father, please tell me.'
Mr. Malfoy turned to face his son, his face one of pure torture, his jaw clenched tightly. It was so that Scorpius could feel the tension of it through the breadth of the room and the dimensions of the mind.
"There was this girl," he began.
Please review, this is just the prologue and I hope it was good. I will write more, because writing is really fun, though I'm not quite as good as I'd like. Thank you =]
