The Power of Control
(A/N: I would just like to say that I don't own any of the characters or settings in this fic. All of it (except if I invent any characters) is owned by J.K. Rowling.
I would also like to thank my friend for beta-reading this for me. She also co-wrote some of this. Leah Samson belongs to herself.)
1 Prologue
Draco Malfoy rolled over in bed; he couldn't sleep, not with the racket downstairs that his parents were making.
"They should have sent you to Azkaban where you belong!" He heard his mother, Narcissa, screech in her usually calm and soothing voice. Not this time – it was angry, crisp, and loud. Draco knew that his parents must have been arguing again. They always did – it was a regular thing to not be able to sleep at his house when he was there during the summer.
He heard his father retort, "They never would have been able to keep me in Azkaban if they tried, because now that Lord Voldemort has returned, all of his loyal servants are safe! And all who oppose us will die!" Draco could tell that this statement was aimed directly at his mother.
"Are you threatening me?" his mother exclaimed.
His father cut in, "No. But if you get in my way, you will suffer!"
At this, there was a loud crash; his mother had evidently thrown a dish at his father. Draco dragged himself up from his bed and went downstairs to take a look.
He knew that his mother couldn't adequately defend herself against his father, Lucius, because ever since an argument last summer in which she almost killed Lucius by accident, his father had denied her a wand. Draco hid behind a corner and peered around so he would not be seen.
"Don't you dare do that again!" his father yelled, while almost spitting down at his mother. He raised his wand at her. "Crucio!", he yelled. His mother's body shook violently and she dropped to the floor. She began to scream in agony
Draco emerged form the corner. Blue eyes blazing furiously, he shouted, "Don't you dare hurt my mother!"
Lucius turned to face his now 17-year-old son. Shifting his hands in his pocket, fingering his wand, he said silkily, "I can do whatever I choose, I am the senior member of this house." Draco gave a menacing look and slowly advanced towards his father. His father backed off. He now looked frightened of Draco, probably because Draco was now 17 and a lot stronger physically than his father.
"Stupefy!" Draco yelled. His father dashed out of the way. Lucius turned toward Draco and raised his wand. Narcissa lunged at Lucius, but he could sense her. He turned and knocked her down with his arm. She fell to the floor, slumping sideways, blood trickling down her delicate cheek.
Lucius faced his son calmly. "You know, I've been really hoping that I wouldn't have to do this, but…Avada Keda-agghhh!!!!!!!
Lucius keeled over on the floor, he looked down at the source of his pain. He saw a sharp, expensive blade sticking into him from his back, blood soaking his robes. Lucius fell to his knees, clutching his back in pain, his faced scrunched up trying to bear the throbbing of the knife. Draco had thrown it in defence of his mother.
"Why Draco… Why…?" Lucius groaned, "I'm your father…"
"You're no father of mine!" Draco spat, turning to go help his mother up.
"Y-you w-will p-p-pay…f-for what you've d-done…" he stuttered. Finding his silk-like voice once again, he said, "You can run, but you can never escape Lord Volde…" The rest of the word was cut off when Lucius Malfoy's head dropped to one side. Draco left his mother for a second to inspect his father. The blood had stopped. So had his pulse. He was dead, unmistakably, with the blade still sticking in his back.
(A/N: I would just like to say that I don't own any of the characters or settings in this fic. All of it (except if I invent any characters) is owned by J.K. Rowling.
I would also like to thank my friend for beta-reading this for me. She also co-wrote some of this. Leah Samson belongs to herself.)
1 Prologue
Draco Malfoy rolled over in bed; he couldn't sleep, not with the racket downstairs that his parents were making.
"They should have sent you to Azkaban where you belong!" He heard his mother, Narcissa, screech in her usually calm and soothing voice. Not this time – it was angry, crisp, and loud. Draco knew that his parents must have been arguing again. They always did – it was a regular thing to not be able to sleep at his house when he was there during the summer.
He heard his father retort, "They never would have been able to keep me in Azkaban if they tried, because now that Lord Voldemort has returned, all of his loyal servants are safe! And all who oppose us will die!" Draco could tell that this statement was aimed directly at his mother.
"Are you threatening me?" his mother exclaimed.
His father cut in, "No. But if you get in my way, you will suffer!"
At this, there was a loud crash; his mother had evidently thrown a dish at his father. Draco dragged himself up from his bed and went downstairs to take a look.
He knew that his mother couldn't adequately defend herself against his father, Lucius, because ever since an argument last summer in which she almost killed Lucius by accident, his father had denied her a wand. Draco hid behind a corner and peered around so he would not be seen.
"Don't you dare do that again!" his father yelled, while almost spitting down at his mother. He raised his wand at her. "Crucio!", he yelled. His mother's body shook violently and she dropped to the floor. She began to scream in agony
Draco emerged form the corner. Blue eyes blazing furiously, he shouted, "Don't you dare hurt my mother!"
Lucius turned to face his now 17-year-old son. Shifting his hands in his pocket, fingering his wand, he said silkily, "I can do whatever I choose, I am the senior member of this house." Draco gave a menacing look and slowly advanced towards his father. His father backed off. He now looked frightened of Draco, probably because Draco was now 17 and a lot stronger physically than his father.
"Stupefy!" Draco yelled. His father dashed out of the way. Lucius turned toward Draco and raised his wand. Narcissa lunged at Lucius, but he could sense her. He turned and knocked her down with his arm. She fell to the floor, slumping sideways, blood trickling down her delicate cheek.
Lucius faced his son calmly. "You know, I've been really hoping that I wouldn't have to do this, but…Avada Keda-agghhh!!!!!!!
Lucius keeled over on the floor, he looked down at the source of his pain. He saw a sharp, expensive blade sticking into him from his back, blood soaking his robes. Lucius fell to his knees, clutching his back in pain, his faced scrunched up trying to bear the throbbing of the knife. Draco had thrown it in defence of his mother.
"Why Draco… Why…?" Lucius groaned, "I'm your father…"
"You're no father of mine!" Draco spat, turning to go help his mother up.
"Y-you w-will p-p-pay…f-for what you've d-done…" he stuttered. Finding his silk-like voice once again, he said, "You can run, but you can never escape Lord Volde…" The rest of the word was cut off when Lucius Malfoy's head dropped to one side. Draco left his mother for a second to inspect his father. The blood had stopped. So had his pulse. He was dead, unmistakably, with the blade still sticking in his back.