Hi my name is Joanna and I'm from Rio de Janeiro, Brazil (yes samba, carnival, copacabana)This is the first fic I write in English, then do not repair the mistakes So please, I need a beta, please, please ...
Prologue.
Lucius Malfoy :
When he was born, I was sure he would be great. He would be the perfect heir. A perfect Malfoy. His platinum hair and gray eyes, his skin almost translucent where I could see myself.
I never asked if I would be a good father or something, my only goal was to make it the ideal heir.
He was beautiful, there was no denying. The angel's face, rosy cheeks and her childish smile could disarm anyone.
Draco. Never thought a name would fit so perfectly into someone.
Dragon. Strong. Beautiful. Powerful. Magical. Immortal.
My Dragon.
Just called him that, when we were alone, and he in the wisdom of his few months of life, smile and wrapped his fingers in my hair. Gesture that lasts until today.
In his first birthday, after a party at the Malfoy Manor, I went to his room, the elf had just put him in his crib and he yawned and blinked his eyes slowly. I took from my pocket a blue velvet bag and took thence a thin white gold chain at the tip where there was a D with two dragons intertwined in it, was not very big, elegant and discreet.
Placed carefully in his little neck, he opened his blue eyes settled on me, I'm sure he recognized me, because he smiled and closed his hand on my finger, then went back to sleep;
Draco was a very smart child, and more articulate speaker on his three years had an enviable vocabulary and already started to show traces of his personality.
. Draco appeared to be very attached to Dobby and Poppy, I did not approve, where he found himself clinging to meager elves? But I do not say anything. Narcissa showed no interest in the child, along with her sister was obsessed by the Lord.
I reached my goal. In the age of ten, Draco was an adult and was the most beautiful creature I ever had seen. Our relationship was good, better than the mother. We spent some time together, we were just talking or reading by the fireplace. I was hard sometimes, but it was necessary and I don't regret to left him without voice for a month for giving me the confrontation in front of others or when I bleed for three days because he had meddled where it shouldn't.
However, I failed in one aspect. Not taught Draco to hate , I couldn't urge him to hate Potter, Muggles or mud-blood,, at least he pretended, at that point was enough for me.
I was very proud when he entered the Slytherin and was already certain friendships despite Potter have it refused, it does not seem to care much. Over time I started to hate the school year of Hogwarts
Severus Snape :
I hated it at the exact moment I saw him. Not for have her eyes, but to look like him.
Even knowing that I would protect him, I hated him, and didn't restrain myself while making your life a living hell because that was what he deserved. I didn't care if your life was a drug, if he felt lonely, lost and helpless and yet every time his big green eyes looked at me was not hatred that I saw, it was nothing and it made me hate him even more;
The magic world fell in love with him. His small, fragile, gentle and delicate appearance, made them want me all your attention. Until I had to admit it was beautiful, but it doesn't assuaged my anger.
He awoke in me memory that I wanted to forget, old desires, broken dreams, feelings that have not felt for years, my nights were tormented by his image, his voice, why he had to be so damn similar to the father? .
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