Disclaimer: I don't own anything of the Harry Potter saga, not the film, nor the books. If I did, I wouldn't live in Italy but in London and my initials would be J.. The song is not mine but of the 'Mumford and Sons'.
AN: Hellooooo! This is my first fanfic on this site, but I've been reading enough of them that when I was waiting the last HP movie and listened to this very song, a seed was planted in my brain and I had not the heart to let it be.
This is only the prologue, but my mind had planned the story for the long run, so don't worry, I'll write trough all the summer.
A big thanks to my lovely beta: without her, I'll be able to post only crap.
Really.
So, an affectionate abbraccio to pineappletop92!
Weep for yourself, my man,
You'll never be what is in your heart
Weep Little Lion Man,
You're not as brave as you were at the start
Rate yourself and rake yourself,
Take all the courage you have left
Wasted on fixing all the problems
That you made in your own head
But it was not your fault but mine
And it was your heart on the line
I really messed it up this time
Didn't I, my dear?
Didn't I, my…
Tremble for yourself, my man,
You know that you have seen this all before
Tremble Little Lion Man,
You'll never settle any of your scores
Your grace is wasted in your face,
Your boldness stands alone among the wreck
Now learn from your mother or else spend your days
Biting your own neck
But it was not your fault but mine
And it was your heart on the line
I really messed it up this time
Didn't I, my dear? (x2)
Didn't I, my dear?
Ahhhhh…
But it was not your fault but mine
And it was your heart on the line
I really messed it up this time
Didn't I, my dear? (x2)
Didn't I, my dear?
Scorpius was trembling.
It was astonishing, because nobody had ever seen the boy scared – not when he took flight the first time, or broke Lucius's millenarian stick, or when he came out to his family, or even when he faced his bullies.
He was so scared to let them know that he was afraid, a thing the blonde always had hidden so well all his life -mastering the act of having control over his body and facial expressions at a young age like any Malfoy before.
But now that frosty mask had slipped off and the white broken pieces of it were the only memory of the cool act that the blonde boy had struggled to keep.
He was so frightened that a searing pain had started spreading in his chest, eating at his heart and making his limbs shake and his knees to give out.
He was also weeping.
Hot tears were falling from his grey eyes and coming down from his pale cheeks, his long platinum hair, falling free of the leather strap, was hiding his pained face.
His eyes burned and he squeezed them shut.
No one had ever seen the Malfoy boy cry, not even his father. The times it had happened Scorpius had always made sure to be alone so that nobody could hear him.
But now he couldn't care less.
They had invaded his mind, ripped out his heart and broken his resolution, his soul screaming in pain.
The body in his arms was cold and still. Even though his mother had not been in his life for the past five years, and even though she had disappointed him and hurt his father, he hadn't ever wished her death.
Nor did he wish it by his own hands, after so many months resisting the Imperio Curse. After fighting every tentative of submission, finally spent, he was forced to see himself point the wand at Astoria Greengrass and mutter the Killing Curse, watching her wide blue eyes go empty.
"So, little lion man" the tall man asked the boy, a smirk spreading across his uncovered face, his black eyes shining brightly in the dimly lit room as he sat shrouded in a thick mink coat by a wooden chair which faced away from the empty fireplace. "This is just the beginning. We still have your old man and if you don't cooperate, he will meet the same fate. What will you do?"
The boy raised his head and two pairs of identical silver eyes met: one pleading to refuse and run, the other blurred by tears, scanning the bruised face of his father.
Draco Malfoy's arms were held by two strong men, his figure dotted with several wounds and broken bones.
His wrists were tied up, as if he could have had the strength to try escaping: the castle was not the largest, but the grounds surrounding it was so huge that it would take several days on foot in the snow to reach the gates.
Making his decision, Scorpius lowered his face and whispered, "I will do it."