From Sarani DuLaton and his dominate Draco Malfoy to Lords Voldemort and Lucius Malfoy upon their departure from the magical world; Farewell.
Dreams keep me alive.
Why do you deprive me of them
with every glance?
Something inside of me is broken
and can never be repaired
I'm not sure that's what I want though
at least not anymore...
The little bit that rests unsettled
like a lightning-bolt scar upon my soul
is nothing more than a mark
of my reincarnation.
I wear my emotions on my sleeve
instead of blood. Do you understand:
don't tell me to be calm!
Occlumency was not made so you could hide behind your masks!
If I don't let it out
it will fester within me,
turning me into something
only dark Creatures would love.
You say that would make me my father's son;
I say it would tear me apart.
I will forever love you, my lord,
but you have been lost to my heart.
I wonder what the others see
when they look at me,
I close my eyes and shut off my grace
and they still stare.
I know you see my gender, my eyes,
my hair, my style of dress
and you decide to treat me
as if I was no longer one of your own.
You've known me for my whole life:
I am a being of your sole creation.
So tell me-
was every reaction until now just a lie?
Author's notes: Welcome to my first major foray into Harry Potter fanfiction. It will take a while for us to reach the moment described in the prologue, however I have an outline and plan regular updates, at least definitely more regular than I have had until now. I hope you enjoy the story. The next chapter begins in France, but quickly moves to an easily recognizable scene: Tom Riddle Sr.'s gravesite. It will uploaded as soon as I finish and edit. It may be Sunday or Monday depending on my schedule.
This story is dedicated to BloodyRedQueen, please read her stories while I finish preparing mine.