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Draco Malfoy was always a spoiled little boy… until THAT night. Lord Voldemort had been given some wrong information by his most trusted death eater and ended up going after the wrong child. The Malfoy's were unprepared for the attack on their manor that night and were even more surprised as to why the Dark Lord was at their door step. Narcissa had opened the door for him only to collapse in death from the killing curse. Lucius had peeked around the corner only to spot his wife on the floor and hurriedly grabbed his son, running up the stairs in the process. Draco had become a bit fussy from being grabbed up so fast and began to cry for his momma. Lord Voldemort merely walked up the staircase, following the two. When the Dark Lord reached the room Lucius had hid himself and his son in, He merely looked at them with disdain.

"Lucius, I had always thought you were on my side, now I find out you were defying me? This is a whole new low for you."

"Don't you dare touch my son, he's done nothing to you!"

The Dark Lord merely laughed at him and raised his wand,

"This is just a precaution Lucius, surely you can understand that?"

Lucius raised his wand as well, ready for the attack which came quick. The Dark Lord said the killing curse just as Lucius raised a shield. The shield wasn't strong enough to block all of the spell, knocking Lucius back a bit, but not killing him. Voldemort shot the spell again before Lucius could bring up a defense, instantly making him drop to the floor. The little one year old in the crib looked down at his dad on the floor and began to cry, even the 1 year old knew his father would never lay on the floor willingly. Lord Voldemort rounded on the little boy and shot the killing curse at him, only for everything to go totally wrong. A bright purple light lit up the room, leaving a little boy crying in his crib and the Dark Lord no where in sight.