AN:So this story is for Draco lovers. This draco will not be completely good or light so if you are looking for that this is not for you. Not sure where I'm headed with this but Draco will definitely be BAMF with a good dose of ruthlessness. Hope you enjoy and remember all comments are greatly appreciated.

All the planning and I'm still anxious. Fathers sentencing came to us yesterday, caused by Potter no less. That, however, is not my concern. Ever since mother owled me a few months back I realised that the fate of this new life lies solely in my hands. Mother is to weak to make the necessary decisions to protect her child...children. Too encased with the role of a perfect pure-blood wife to protect herself, let alone her children. Sometimes I wonder if the Black family blood flows through her at all, or maybe it flows through me too much. I only have a few hours left before the dark Lord arrives. I'm certain he will be here earlier than expected and I'd like to be long gone by then. All the family heirlooms and valuable texts have been safely stored in MY vault. "Shadow, have you moved all our things to the location?" the elf appears right in front of me and nods, eyes alight and highly alert. " Please fetch him... and the decoy." moments later two babies lie on the bed, both only a few days old. One looks like a replica of me and the other is a red-haired freckled baby of a squib. I move my wand out of my holster and perform the spells required and fifteen minutes of non-stop casting I've done all I could do, now it's shadows turn. I watch as he removes my magical signature and perfects the transformation. Now the only difference between Regulus and his doppelganger is the birthmark shaped like a sword on Regie's thigh. Right after the decoy was put in the crib the dark Lord's attack on the wards began. I covered my brother with the cloak I'm wearing, called for shadow and we were gone before he could invade.

Home, this is now home. A three bedroom house on the outskirts of London with no floo connection and goblin made wards that cost double my placement on the quiditch team. Quiditch, another thing I have to give up. I'll be too buzy taking care of Regie, it wouldn't be healthy to leave Reg with no human interaction. Plus how would he learn to speak considering shadow is mute. The little tyke starts to fuss within my arms and I softly bounce him before he settles. I move from the living room to the nusery upstairs and change him in his crawler before placing the pacifier with the clip on in his tiny mouth. With Regie placed on my chest and his teel, engraved blanket covering him, I move to the rocking chair to ponder my...our situation. My brother, his small weight against my chest both comforts and focuses me. Only two days old and I've given up everything my father ensists is correct to keep him safe . Salzar knows our godfather won't. I have no idea why my parents keep that man close. 'Motive, that's the only reason why men fight.' And I believe grandfather, would be foolish not to. Which is the reason I begun to distrust Severus. If you pay little attention to him it's obvious that he is a 'former' death eater with lack of any remorse. That's where the problem lies, because a spy for the dark Lord should try their utmost to gain the light's trust. However he seems to be doing the oposite, doing his utmost to gain the dark's trust. It used to fill me with glee when he always supported me when I messed with the slugs at school. The past couple of months had me paying closer attention to my circle since I could not take chances when it came to my brother. He had been told of him ofcourse, but he made no move to protect him from the dark Lord or my father, just like he didn't shield me from any of the irrational demands and consequences from my family before. Instead he chose to honour his obligation as godfather when it came to house points? So now I had to wonder, what is this man's motive in the current war. Oh it was easy to observe the occupants at hogwards this year. Umbrige's squad gave a lot of freedom with little attention since she often hoards it herself. Severus has no family, friends or pets that he cares for, nor does he have much care to have these things as evident by his treatment of us. Or maybe he does not value them as much. All I know is that he is an unknown. An unknown I will not factor into our lives. It could be the price we pay if we do. During my planning I considered going to Dumbledore for assistance but the man was rarely at school plus his side never held any love for me. A hostile environment is no place to raise an infant and the blood fude with the Weasles would interfere with any comradeship that could've been obtained. Which brings me back to mother. I'm not sure what my feelings are when it comes to mother. I'm aware that I love her, a lot more than father, which isn't hard to accomplish. Mostly though I resent her. The absolute faith and loyalty she grants to her unworthy husband is ridiculously thick. She's unable to see the pit he is leading her to because of it, nor will she cut the string when he jumps right into it like the mindless peacock he is. The peacock I almost turned into and tried so hard to do so before. Five minutes to midnight and tears flow down my face as I think of the probable death of my mother. Father won't consider disown in me since dementors have the unfortunate side-effect of rendering their defenceless patients sterile if exposed to their care for long periods of time. Squeezing my little bundle a little tighter I move to place him in his crib. "troujuos pur and sanctimonia vincet semper, now we have to find out what that means to us." I brush my hand against his soft hair just as the clock strikes midnight. "Goodnight Regulus".

Meanwhile back at Malfoy manor the clock strikes midnight as the dark Lord enters the nursery with Nott senior dead at Narccissa's feet. "What isss the meaning of thisss dear flower?" The blond haired woman bows to her feet when he regonises the voice of the man accompanying her husband into the room "m-my Lord, p-please, he's my son." A wand is lifted towards the fearful mother when a silent crucio is cast. "In payment of you husssbands failures and the missing serviccce owed by your son in my ranksss you shall sstart paying with the spare." The wand is lifted of the crying woman who pleads silently to her husband with her eyes when green light fills the room. "Your husband hasss kindly offered hiss home to my death eatersss, I'm sssure we will be treated with the much coveted Malfoy hossspitality?" Narccissa kneels on her shaky legs, as expected, before she replies. "Yes m-m-my lo-ord."

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