Prologue: Future Set in Stone
Everyone has their one weakness, their sweet tooth to what they craved for. Mine, the Dark Arts. Not defending against them, but embracing it. Nurturing, learning, breathing the Dark Arts. A part of me believes that this was my destiny, and could never be avoided. I was introduced to the darkness when I was still at such an influential age.
Mother usually had the evenings to herself. After caring for me all day, Father would come home; she'd leave me to him, attending her women's social events, shopping with unlimited expenses, staying as far away from Father as possible. Their love had nothing to do with our family, nor did it ever seem existent. He wasn't exactly a family man anyhow. I'd watch from my pen as he's train the newest Death Eaters with curses and charms mandatory for every member to know.
I remember the colors. Charms that spout out bright colors of light blue and brilliant orange, attacking strong. Then from my Father, dark shades of red, black, and purple, consuming the brighter, hopeful colors, wrapping around them and absorbing them until nothing was left except black ribbons, which diminished into nothing.
Whatever Lucius did to expose himself was beside me, but because of his idiocy Mother refused to let me join the Death Eaters. Giving me my own personal babysitter. Everywhere I went was Snape. I was told to stay as far away from anything that contained the Dark Arts, books and all. My craving grew to be much more than I could imagine, as if taking away ice cream from a child who already began to enjoy. Then…he summoned me.
When told to kill Dumbledore my first task, I was somewhat shocked. For my first impression to be based on taking my headmaster's life. But I had to do it, to regain the respect of the Malfoy name that father had so shamefully lost. I would have succeeded if Snape hadn't ruined it. I had it COMPLETELY under control and then…the thoughts of my close victory just gave me a sigh of disappointment to myself.
Having to tell the Dark Lord that I reeked of failure was almost impossible…and completely embarrassing….but he grinned at the news. The Dark Lord grinned.
While my fellow classmates celebrated the freedom from school, my teachings had only begun. The Dark Lord wanted me personally, to be his heir. Not arguing over why, he took me under his wing teaching me everything, telling me his master plan. He knew he wouldn't be around long, that Potter, or someone would eventually find some way to beat him…and when they did, they wouldn't know who to come after next. They wouldn't expect me…
Darkness consumed me. Not just the dark power anymore, but his power. I could feel him through my veins, breathing in me…someday; I would grow up to be ten times worse than him.
