Disclaimer: I do not look like JK therefore I am not, which means I do not own any of these characters
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Author Notes:
A short glimpse of how Malfoy turned out the way he did. I like all that interesting past stuff and what's not, so here it goes. If you don't like it, then uh...oh well. R/R from everyone is cool and appreciated.
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"Do not cry. Do not show weakness," Narcissa stated firmly as she stood next to her son. Six years of age and 4 foot, short blonde hair slicked back, Draco Malfoy stood still as he stared mournfully at the greyhound that lay before him. "Repeat it Draco," his mother intoned, slight contempt held in her voice. Draco sucked in a breath, and clenched his fists at his side.
"I will not cry. I will not show weakness," he repeated evenly. His tears held at bay as he swallowed his frustration.
"Again," she stated.
"I will not cry. I will not show weakness." He could not let his emotions show. Malfoy's did not show sadness.
"And again."
"I will not cry. I will not show weakness." His eyes shone with the last words, a darkness creeping in, and Narcissa exited the room swiftly. He did not turn but knew his father must have stood there for he heard his mother speak before her heels clicked down the hall.
"This is exactly why I hate dogs," she spat. Draco wanted to close his eyes, and so much did he wish to forget, but he knew his mother would disapprove. He knew his father would be dissappointed. So, he did what was expected and what would make his family proud. Turning on his heel, he walked, head up towards where his father stood. His face was void of all emotion as his mother told him, and his father stared down at him evenly. For a while they stood there, then he nodded, seeming to decide something. He moved away from the frame and held his arm open, allowing Draco to walk there. He then walked away, and Draco followed down the hall, his father's arm slightly around him.
"It is time, for a new Malfoy to arise," Lucius intoned, as they disappeared down the hall.
