Prologue:
Death Eater, the name strikes fear into the hearts of self respecting wizards and witches worldwide. For Draco Malfoy, this was just another name, another masked face among the many he encountered day in and day out.
Killing Mudbloods and Muggles to bring honor and respect to their master is what Death Eaters prided themselves in. This was what Draco's father wanted him to be, a face behind a mask, killing and bringing honor to the name of Lord Voldemort and his family.
He'd make Draco indispensable to Voldemort. Like he and his father, and the fathers before that, what Lucius craved most was power. He thirsted for it, he lived for it.
Power and pride were the basis of the entire Malfoy family.
They had to be the best of the best, and they were.
They had to have the best of the best, and they did.
They had to be liked by both the light and dark side.
The light side had adored them, the dark side had praised them. What more could they want? They had it all. They always had, even in the days of their ancestors.
Their blood line was pure; there was not one single mudblood or muggle anywhere in their family tree, at least that's what they'd have you believe. Their wives were always the most sought after. Beautiful women you could imagine, and of course they had to have a pure bloodline to even be considered by a Malfoy.
The Malfoy children were always the most well behaved, and always followed in the footsteps of their parents.
With the exception of one, Draco Malfoy.
Draco had made following his Fathers order's his obsession, so as not to create reason for mistakes, but he always seemed to falter. Perhaps it was because he was trying much to hard not to mess up.
Whatever the reason, Lucius could no longer tolerate thoughts of losing everything because of his disobedient son, and created a curse to ensure Draco would be perfect.
But like many plans that are created by a greedy and hurried mind, there are always loopholes, tiny details one might have over looked. It are these microscopic errors that seem to creep up and destroy everything we thought we had so perfectly planned.
The curse in Lucius' eyes was perfect, a masterpiece, and one that would earn him admiration within his circle of Death eaters.
The curse was one that would turn Draco into a sort of drone causing him to think do and say as Lucius would think do and say. He named the curse the "Gemmelus" for it's Latin meaning of twin. A twin, it was exactly what Lucius wanted Draco to be, an exact replica of himself.
Only, like Lucius the curse was weak.
Lucius overlooked this, never wanting to confess his weakness and carried on for years priding himself on creating such a devious plan.
However, towards the end of Draco's fifth year at Hogwarts, Lucius was trapped in the deceitful threads of the web he had spun. He was exposed for what he really was, helpless and weak.
He was sent to serve a life sentence in Azkaban after Potter and his friends exposed him for being a death eater. The name of Malfoy was destroyed; there was no more pride, no more admiration.
They were now despised and loathed.
Narcissa Malfoy had become very keen on keeping the Malfoy name unsoiled. She donated to charities, supported social events, and did other such things people do when trying to be noted as good Samaritans, but it was to no avail.
The wizarding world spit them out and left them as outcasts. They would have to live in the shadows, to suffer the snide remarks made by other wizards and witches, to accept the dark stares and sneers of those they were despised by.
The summer grew colder, and as Lucius endured the tortures of Azkaban, he grew even more weak, as did the curse he had placed on Draco six years ago.
Unaware that his weakness had such an effect on the curse, he spent his time thinking of his son, who seemed to be his only savior in these dark times. It was true the Dementors had left Azkaban (which was now guarded by Aurors) to join the Dark Lord, but like the wizarding world, Voldemort had spit Lucius out as well.
Lucius had destroyed his plans. He had allowed Potter to take the prophecy. He hadn't tried hard enough to protect it, and that, in Voldemort's eyes, was unforgivable.
He would have to earn Voldemort's trust somehow, if he ever expected to regain half of what he had before. So he made plans for Draco to follow, plans that would most undoubtedly earn back his place as Voldemort's right hand.
Another plan to be fueled by weakness, but again Lucius made the mistake of overlooking this, again he held himself in too much esteem, not wanting to admit his failure. Again his plan would fail, just as his first plan was failing now.