Authors Note- Hi, I apologize for any typos in the story. This is a one shot I think. I can't really see it going anywhere else. Well, if you can, please tell me. Also, I appreciate any comments, so please review. I usually return the favor.

My Fathers Son

Shards of a broken mirror lay on the stone ground at my feet, my bloody fist evidence of my rage. The shards glittered at me menacingly, reflecting my face with its tiny pieces, making me look disfigured. That was how I should have looked. I would rather have been born hideous or flawed, or disfigured than look like him.

I let out a yell of frustration, kicking the broken glass angrily. I looked just like my father. Why did I have to look like him? Wasn't it enough that he made me pretend to think like him, act like him, walk like him, breath like him? Would it ever be enough?!

Lucius Malfoy, my father, was a very sick, very gifted man. He knew exactly what he was doing when he married my mother. No, it wasn't because of her status or wealth or devotion to the dark lord, in truth she possessed none of those. It was because she looked exactly like him. My mother and father look like siblings, not husband and wife. She has the same white hair, gray eyes, fair skin. She even has that I-am-better-than-everyone look that he and I have.

My father wanted a son that was exactly as he was, the bastard. He had a child before me actually, that didn't look like him. I had a sister with brown hair and black eyes, and he killed her because she didn't look like him. Now I want to kill myself because I do.

My father expects me to follow in his footsteps, doing exactly as he wants me to do, but I won't. I'm tired of being my father, I want to be me. Sadly, I've held up this act so long I don't know who I am. I only know my rage and anger and fear. Yes fear, I fear my father like night fears dawn. He could kill me without lifting a finger, muttering a word. My father taught me well not bite the hand that feeds you, but I have sharpened my teeth and am ready.

I do not wish to kill Lucius Malfoy. No, that is far more than he deserves. No, far better to tear his heart out and serve it to him with a golden spoon. I would much rather make him angry; make him want to disown his only son, his only heir. I want him to want to kill me. I know he won't though. No, that would be like killing himself.

Perhaps I should just go run off with the youngest Weasley, help Dumbledore, feed the poor. Hmph. That would get his knickers in a twist for sure. I would do anything to upset him, but I also want to discover myself.

I smile in thought, running a hand through my long white hair. Run off with a Weasley.. Maybe so.

I am my fathers son.

Authors Note- I hope that didn't send you into a serious fit of depression.. Ah well, please review, and if you have the time or enthusiasm, check out my other stories. I have lots of HP ones, and a new Pirates of the Caribbean fic. : ) Thank you for reading my story.