Disclaimer that is going to apply to all chapters of this story, so I do not have to repost it every time:
You are reading this on FanFiction. Not in a pretty book.
So you know that it isn't original- it's all J.K. Rowling's.
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The Facade: Chapter One
Lucius Malfoy stormed into his son's room, but remembered to lock the door behind him with his wand. Draco sat on the bed, staring at his father and trying to fight the fear out of his tearstained eyes.
"How dare you…" Lucius began, seething with rage, "HOW DARE YOU refuse to do what the Dark Lord asks of you!" He slapped Draco hard across the face.
Draco knew it was no use to fight physically, but he did have pride. "I won't help him kill innocent students," he almost whispered, "He can get someone else to do his dirty work for him." He paused a moment. "Like you." He finished, staring insolently at his father.
"Crucio!" there was a flash of light and Draco writhed in pain on the bed as white-hot knives seared through his skin. When it was over, he had fallen to the floor and he lay there like a discarded rag doll, unable to speak as his breath came in short, ragged gasps. But he knew it wasn't over.
Lucius sheathed his wand within the folds of his black cloak and stepped toward Draco. He used the cruciatus curse upon occasion, but Draco knew that he got some sort of sick pleasure in abusing his son with his own two hands. Now he punched him in the stomach hard, and Draco doubled over and gasped for breath for a few moments, his lungs refusing to take in air.
Later Draco was still curled on the floor, shifting in and out of consciousness. His cheek and arms had multiple gashes, and his thin t-shirt was torn at the sleeve. He could feel bruises forming underneath the fabric on his back where Lucius had poked him with the end of his silver-topped cane.
Finally, Lucius swooped down on his bleeding, barely conscious son, and twisted his arm behind his back.
"You will learn to listen to me, Draco, and to stay loyal to me and my master," He hissed as he pulled. Draco cried out, fighting back his hot tears as he heard a sickening crack.
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Ginevra Weasley woke with a start, remembered her dream, and ran to the bathroom to vomit.
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A/N: This is my first fic. Tell me what you think! I need some loyal reviewers to motivate me (-: