Credits to: Brandy, who I am collaberating with. This is a test run, before I post our story on Schnoogle.com!
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters, places, and names belong to Ms. Rowling, and various publishers including, but not limited to, Scholastic Books and Bloomsbury Publishing. No copywrite or ownership is implied, nor intended.
IN the REALMS of GLORY
PROLOGUE
"Mr. Malfoy?" The nurse called into the hospital waiting room to the dark-haired, pale-faced man sitting on the chair reading a book whose title was faded from use. He looked up from his reading. "congratulations, you have a son."
He did not show any expression, as if it were news he had heard a thousand times before. Lucius just looked at the nurse, and said "Let me see him."
He stepped into the hospital bedroom, slowly, relaxed. He looked to the bed, where his wife was sitting with a sweaty forehead, cradling her baby boy, staring into his deep eyes.
"Isn't he beautiful, Lucius?"
Moving his hand upon the cloth that was covering the head of the small infant, he moved it so he could look at the proud, malfoy face, and the traditional black malfoy hair.
Silver eyes, just as planned -- the color of power. Perfect.
But what was this?
Thin, silvery blonde hair covered the head of the smiling child, whose bright, carefree eyes enraged Lucius.
Didn't he know what his purpose was? Why was he so HAPPY?!
Lucius scowled at the disgusting, cheerful, innocent face of his. I'll wipe that horrible grin right off of your face boy.
"Let me hold him, Narcissa." Lucius commanded. She didn't want to give up her newborn baby, though, and continued to cuddle him in her arms. Narcissa knew very well what Lucius could do to her, and what she could do to her baby. She ignored him.
"Let me hold him."
"Oh, can't it wait? This is the first time I've ever held him, my sweet, sweet, boy."
Lucius gripped his wand. Let me hold him, he commanded fiercely, mentally.
She willingly gave him up to her husband, but as soon as her hand parted with the tiny bundle, she snapped back violently into her own mind.
"No, Lucius, give him back!" She pleaded. "You can't!" Narcissa had been dreading this moment for ages. They had discussed it in his study, and she had agreed to it, but she never had wanted him to. "Lucius, please - " But he ignored her, and the pale-blone woman turned to cry into her pillow.
Lucius took out his Buck-thorn wand. Whispering an incantation, he placed a small, circular ward on the hospital floor.
"J'appelle à vous, père de l'obscurité, la grande Serpent-réprimandée." he hissed, and pointed the wand at Draco's heart. "Utilisez vos poweress puissants sur moi de sorte que Draco et moi puissions devenir un dans mon âme."
His wand glowed a hazy greenish-blue, and the light began to travel up Lucius' arm. He could feel the energy flowing into his blood veins. The connection was forming between the two souls, he could sense it. Then, suddenly, without warning, was as if a sword was being pushed into his heart, It was so sudden, his whole chest jolted as the evil flowed into his blackened soul.
He knew what he had to do. At that moment, he rammed the wand through the chest of his son. It is working. The wand slid straight through Draco's heart like a knife through butter. the infant's eyes widened. His breathing was shaky. His eyes then began to droop from shock, and a bright, eerie light came from where the wand had been shoved into his chest.
"Laissez-moi avoir sa will, je la ferai voir attendre et. Je prendrai sa tallent, m'envoie s'il vous plaît ceci! Draco, élasticité à moi la votre vie, esprit, et âme!" Lucius drew the wand out of his unconcious son's chest
The hole from where Lucius' wand had been drawn out of sealed itself with a strange, blinding, darkness. It was so bright, he could hardly tell that his son was in his arms, except for the fact that he could feel him in his hands
There was a chilling, freezing cold aura inside the invisible ward.
The dark energy was flowing through his body, into his very blood. It's working, he thought to himself, It worked, I did it!
Lucius's heart was pounding from the amount of magic it took to perform the ancient spell, the spell invented by Salazar Slytherin himself. It was diminishing quickly, but Lucius noticed his heavy breathing, pounding heart, the small beads of sweat on his face. The spell had taken nearly all of his strength. Lucius had to excert himself in order to concentrate hard enough to take down the tiny ward.
Narcissa watches in tears, as her husband materialized in front of her eyes and the ward disappeared.
Her eyes began to tear, her beloved, treasured son, her poor baby boy taken away from him before he could even take a hundred breaths, excerted to the point that he passed out before he could hold up his head. Who was the man who held her bundle of joy, and turned it into a package of power and malice? It couldn't be Lucius. Yet, it was. The man she loved and cherished had became her worst enemy in a matter of seconds.
"How could you do this to me?" she pleaded desperately to the tall, dark man who stood in front of her. "Did it have to be now? This is worse than dieing, Lucius! To have your son damned for life as soon as you are able to hold him, it's more than I can bear..." her eyes teared, and her face was flush.
"It had to be done. There was no other way, you must understand." Lucius hissed harshly, just staring coldly into the woman's red, puffy eyes.
"But, Lucius, he'll die. He means everything to me!" Narcissa began to cry wet rivers of tears. She buried her face in her hands, the hurt she felt in her heart was more than any mother could bear. Her first, her only son, filled with malice and hate from the moment he was born, doomed to die the first time he encountered the world and all of it's wonders.
"Only a moment sooner than he would have." He said harshly.
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