The Lord That Lost Everything

by aarrimas

Once upon a time there was a lord who had everything. He had a beautiful wife and an adorable baby boy. But when everything went downhill and everything became bad, the life he had disappeared. And when that perfect life went away, so did the lord.

Disclaimer; nothing you recognise belongs to me.

A/N: For the Golden Snitch 'Twelve Days of Christmas' Challenge. Prompt was 'Write about Lucius Malfoy, Abraxas Malfoy or Mr Nott'. I chose the character Mr Nott.

Word Count- 583

Long, long ago there was a lord. A lord that was always happy and was always smiling. You could never find this lord without a sparkle in his eye and a warmth in his heart. He was the kindest person you could every meet; he always helped people in need and he always did the right thing. He was intelligent too but he never bragged or showed off. He knew his worth. And he knew who he was.

This lord had everything that anyone could ever want too; he had a beautiful wife that he loved with all his heart and a son that he adored with all of his being. Everything about his life was perfect and everything he had was good. He lived this life for a while. Every night he would come home from his perfect job and he would love his wife and love his son and help around the house before going to sleep. He would do this every night after a long day at work and he wouldn't get tired of it, because he knew how lucky he was. He knew how lucky he was to have the life he did, because he was loved. He had more love than anyone could ever want.

But nothing that good lasts for long. Because everything is temporary and nothing is permanent. Soon his perfect life disappeared and took his beautiful wife away from him and his son. His wife was gone and his heart was broken and he couldn't look at his son without seeing all that he had lost. So he started drinking to take away the pain.

Soon though the grief turned into anger and everything that he had ever loved or ever been grateful for, he started to hate. He started hating the world that gave him everything but took it all away without any warning. So he started yelling and screaming and punching in the hope that it would make all the hatred disappear. Soon though the hate turned into nothing and everything he ever was, was gone. His eyes lost their sparkle and instead became stone, the warmth that once lived in his heart no longer existed and the anger that he had felt for so long had disappeared too. So he started doing things he never thought he would; he started hurting his son in ways he thought he never could, he became the monster he thought he never was, all so he could feel something again, even if it was guilt or shame.

Soon, the lord wasn't the lord he once was. He was the lord that was always empty and was always frowning. You could never find this lord without a drink in his hand and a curse on his lips. He was the cruelest person you could ever meet; he helped only himself and he didn't even know what the right thing to do was. He was smart but in a way no one should be; he was manipulative and cunning. And the only way he could make himself feel better about the horrible person he had become was by making other people feel horrible too. He had no idea who he was. He had no idea at all.