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Haven't you ever thought about life? How it can go with just the flick of a wand and a green light? Haven't you? I didn't choose to be a death eater, and I didn't choose to be the son of Lucius Malfoy, his hidden son, his first soon, his ashamed son. Named after him, my brother my replacement, notice his first name?
I hide in the shadows, following The Dark Lord's orders. Even if I don't want too. It's not my choice. It's my father's… This is my story and I hope no more muggles and wizards die from my choice.
"Lucas! Lucas!" My little brother, Draco, shakes me up. A glum smile falls across his face, "Father wants you and says we can't go Hogwarts shopping today." His face turns sour at the thought of not shopping and Hogwarts. You see, little Draco her believed there was a place on Mars called 'Pigfarts'. That's another story. I was quite disappointed, first I was a third year and got to do some classes I wanted to do, second, I always loved school shopping. School Shopping made me have a happy feeling, as if I was getting away from the hellhole, I got to spend so much time with my friends who didn't look down on me, and we even got to go to Hogsmead this year! "LUCAS!" Roared Lucius. I scurried down the stairs and stood in front of him trying to look as dignified as I could with my messy emo-looking blond hair (My attempt to grow it out life Father's had failed) and stand with pride, instead I stood in front of him with dinosaur boxers. (they ware my pajamas) "Lucas, what are we going to do with you?" He sighed shaking his head, his long hair swaying back and forth.
"Today, we meet our Dark Lord." He announced his rough voice full of pride, "You'll finally do something with your life! So, get dressed in your best clothing and do something with your…Hair or whatever that is on your head."
I ran back up our staircase, put on my grey suit (Soon to be Draco's) and combed back his hair. Draco, sensing something that might change our lives was going to happen, came to the bathroom as I was brushing my hair, "Where are you going and why are you dressed so funny?" He said laughing his butt off. "I'm going to meet….Meet…well, they call him the Dark Lord. I don't know why or who he is (Not many parents told their children who 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named' is, but Draco just never paid much attention.) but I know this is important, and that's why I'm dressed like this." I told my 3-year younger brother. I saw a twinge of jealousy and then boredom, "Oh." Was all he said then he walked away.
"Ready yet?" Shouted my father from below, "Yes!" I shouted back as I walked down the stairs tightening-then straightening- my tie. "Time in not our friend today, bad things will happen if were late and you have never experienced floo powder, or apparition yet. Those might be too much for you. We cannot be late though! What would he do to us…? Let's just use what the muggle's call a 'taxi'." My father grabbed his coat and scurried me into the driveway. "We'll have to walk to London. It might take-ooh, five minutes if we speed walk." Lucius and I speed walked to the city and called a 'taxi'. "Just take me to our Dark Lord." Father said with a devious smile, and just knew this 'Dark Lord' was not a good person.