Dark Legacy
Chapter 1
Lucius Malfoy walked along the dark dingy alley, gripping his silver-serpent cane firmly with a leather-gloved hand. Crooked, ramshackle houses built from dirt and brick lined both sides of the alley, making the whole place looked cramped & hostile. This was not a part of town that Lucius Malfoy, a wizard of wealth, power and status, would frequent. But it was here, Lucius was told, that he would find what he seek.
Lucius walked on, his footsteps echoing the alleyway. A few of the locals were peering out from their windows, staring at this aristocratic wizard who had intruded upon their impoverished world. Lucius ignored their piercing gazes and continued on his way, until he stopped in front of a decrepit house, with iron bars as windows and a weather-beaten sign in front of a derelict wooden door.
Lucius stared for a moment, before raising one hand to push open the door with his cane. Hesitating for a while, he lowered his head and went through the door.
What he stepped into was a dimly lit room that was bare of furniture except for a wooden table and chair. On that chair was a sly-looking old wizard with a dirty beard, and whose snake-like eyes were illuminated by the flickering flame from a candle on the table.
"I've been expecting you, Mr. Malfoy." The old wizard got up from his table and approached Lucius, his head slightly bowed. Lucius sniffed in contempt, but nevertheless acknowledged him. This filth is worth his attention. For now.
"Where is he?" he asked, in a tone reserved for those who were, in his eyes, the lowest of the low.
"You will see him soon, my lord. After, which, of course……" and the old wizard lifted his head up slightly to look at Lucius expectantly, before bowing again.
How dare he, thought Lucius. But I will deal with him later. Once this is over.
"Of course. You would be rewarded. But I wish to see first." Lucius replied in a dangerous voice.
The old wizard caught on. "Yes, yes, of course, please forgive me." And he turned back and raised his voice "Bring in!"
A young witch wearing a dirty bonnet and frock appeared from the back. Lucius gave her the once over before turning back to the old wizard, one eyebrow raised. The old wizard reached behind the witch's back and pulled.
And then Lucius saw what he had been seeking for months. A boy, about two years old, with a cherubic face, and silver-blond hair, was staring back at him with innocent grey eyes. Those eyes, and the features, they were unmistakable. The boy is a Malfoy.
Lucius approached the boy, whom, to Lucius' surprise, stood his ground, in spite of Lucius' intimidating presence. The old wizard and the witch backed off a few feet. Lucius knelt down, and his face was only inches apart from the boy. He pierced into the boy's eyes and for a split second, painful memories came flooding back like a tidal wave. He ran a gloved finger across the boy's face, and to his absolute delight, the boy did not even flinch.
Admirable, thought Lucius. A true Malfoy, better than my own son has ever been. Abruptly, Lucius stood up. It was time to go.
His eyes never leaving the boy, Lucius threw a money bag onto the table, and heard the old wizard and young witch gave a delightful yelp. The old wizard fell onto the ground, "You are most kind, my lord. Most kind."
Lucius stepped forward and picked the boy up. The boy give a slight sound, but nevertheless clutch onto Lucius' collar with his tiny hands.
Crucio, said Lucius softly. Suddenly, the old wizard fell back in pain "My lord!" he cried and the dirty-looking young witch rushed to his side. Lucius let the curse on for a few moments before he released its grip on the victim. "That is for your insolence" he stated.
Lucius turned and stepped out of the decrepit house with the boy still in his arms. Then he apparated.
Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire was a breathtaking architecture. The structure boasted of nobility and its beautiful grounds stretched for miles into the wilderness. The grandeur was enthralling. Standing in front of the iron-wrought gates, with the boy still in his arms and his eyes on the Manor, Lucius whispered to him This, is your new home.
Lucius felt a shiver from the boy. He must be cold, thought Lucius, observing the state of his clothes. Lucius walked up to the main door, for one could not apparate within the grounds of Malfoy Manor. A ghost butler opened it. "Master" acknowledged the ghost. If he was taken aback by the boy in his master's arms, he did not show it but merely closed the door behind him.
Lucius did not bother to explain the boy's presence, but merely commanded "Prepare a room for him. " The ghost butler bowed "Yes, my lord" and floated upstairs.
Lucius put the boy down and watched as the boy turned his head wonderingly to the left and right, taking the place in. Lucius stood, unmoving and continued staring at the boy, his face impassive. He observed that the boy's eyes had caught on a picture hanging on the wall. It was a family portrait of the Malfoys.
"Da…Da…" the boy pointed at the portrait.
Lucius looked at where the boy was pointing at. Draco. His son.
"Your father is dead," Lucius stated coldly to the boy.
He turned and commanded to a house-elf (who was hiding behind a pillar, obviously dusting the furniture and was trying not to be seen) "Remove this portrait. Destroy it."
The house-elf simpered and stuttered "Yes, Master."
The boy turned and stare at him, almost wistfully. Lucius ignored the look on his face, and stated with a disconcerting conviction "Your father, my son, did not deserve to live."
Author's Note: I actually meant for this to be a one-shot, unless, you people think it's okay enough for me to continue. What do you think of the first chapter? Any reviews?