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Thirteen years ago-

"Scorpius is the only way, Draco!" Vincent Crabbe snarled. But, as a father he felt sympathy for Draco Malfoy. He too would be reluctant to place his own son at such high risks, no matter what the dark lord had planned. Crabbe was most helpful to Draco, since everyone had believed he had died in the battle in his seventh year, he could go around finding information with no one's knowledge.

The wind whisks around the three men. Behind one of them was a woman, something about her gave off the impression of pure blood and elegant. Astoria Malfoy spoke for the first time, "But must we?" he men starred at her, all wearing shocked expressions.

Draco pulled his wife closer to him, not wanting for her to get hurt. He stroked her white hair, "Darling, I am afraid we have no other choice." He eyed the other men as if he was pleading for other ways to settle Lucius' long owed debt to the dark lord. Malfoy had thought he had been finished with any dark magic or death eaters when Harry Potter had destroyed the last bit of life in his master.

"Enough of this," the third man stepped out of the shadows. Draco had never seen him before; he turned to look at Crabbe's awe struck face. "Mrs. Malfoy, I ask that you remove your self from the conversation." The man smiled curtly showing his yellow teeth. Astoria lightly brushed her pale lips against her husbands' cheek bone and evaporated.

The street light the men stood under flickered on and off. Draco held his head high as he was told the preparations that were in need to be fulfilled. Crabbe imagined himself with his own three year old son. Scorpius and Vincent Jr. would play everyday together, laughing as little three year olds do. The thoughts were forgotten when his own sons name was mentioned.

The third man twisted his black wand around in his long, filthy nails. "It will be done, Draco?" Crabbe noticed that one of the third mans hand had been chopped off and replaced with a shiny metal hand.

"The boy is not yet four, sir. You are preparing him for when his is sixteen." Shudders ran through Draco's body as he was haunted by his sixth year memories.

The metal hand reached out and wrapped around Malfoy's neck. As Draco struggled for air the man spoke, "It will be seen to then?"

"Yes," Draco Malfoy choked out. The hand released him and he dropped to his knees.

"And I will not be disappointed," the third man said as more of a threat than question. Crabbe and Malfoy stayed silent as the third man disappeared.


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