Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, then I would have no trouble paying for college. I don't own Dangerverse, for I could never make as good as it is. And I don't own Aida either. Lyrics slightly altered to fit the story.
A/N: Thanks to LilyBeth for beta-ing this for me!
Like Father, Like Son
By LupineMoon
Draco hadn't dreamt of Lucius in a long time. But that night he did. He grinned to himself. Well, if Lucius wanted him to dream about him, then he'd have to agree to it on Draco's terms. He was glad that the Pack could dream sculpt; it would make this very interesting indeed.
Lucius looked around. He was on a stage, surrounded by those Mudblood loving, blood-traitor fools his son called family as they sat in the audience. Lucius snarled, but knew he could do nothing. He looked up to see his son, and nearly choked as he realized what his son was wearing. Draco was dressed in the garb of an Ancient Egyptian man of high rank. Alarmed, Lucius looked down at himself and nearly ripped off the offending garment. He too was wearing dress similar to Draco's but a bit more regal.
"At least," Lucius thought, "I still have the dignity of looking better than them." His lip curled as he looked out at the audience to see his son's "family" grinning up at him.
Suddenly, the lights went dim and to his horror, Lucius began to sing.
Don't come on so cocksure boy, you can't escape your genes
No point in feeling pure boy, your background intervenes
Listen good and listen straight, you're not the master of your fate
To this you must be reconciled; you'll always be your father's child
At times acclaimed, at times reviled
You'll wind up doing just what I've done
Like father, like son
Lucius was somewhat relieved. Even if he had to sing it, at least the message was what he wanted to give his son. Now, all he had to do was to wait for his son to agree, that Lucius had the right idea. But what came next, shocked him. Draco's voice was full of contempt.
Don't assume your vices get handed down the line
That a parent's blood suffices to condemn the child's design
I've done wrong, I can't deny, but at least I know that I
Shouldn't blame that on my stock, this may come as quite a shock
I'm no chip off any block, I wouldn't wish those words on anyone
Like father, like son
As Draco sang this verse, he walked up to his father and shoved him roughly. Lucius snarled and raised his fist as he had done so many times during Draco's childhood. But Draco was unfazed; he merely glared back at the man who stood before him and smiled sadly. "No, a parents' blood does not automatically pass on to the child. Narcissa had been proof of that. She had been good after all, even coming from some of the most bigoted purebloods in the wizarding world. And she had made sure Draco would not follow in his father's footsteps".
Lucius could barely control his rage. Those fools had corrupted his son into going against him, his destiny! The boy now believed that it was his duty to fight against the Dark Lord, to rid the world of people like Lucius. This would never do. Lucius tried again, hoping that he would succeed.
Son you're nervous, take my hand
All is settled, all is planned
You've got the world at your command
I don't think you understand
He had to convince his son that what he now thought was wrong. Lucius was determined to do what it took. But it seemed his son would not be swayed. And now, he was gallivanting around with some sorry excuse for a wizard. Lucius' only consolation was that the girl was a pure-blood, but one who did not deserve recognition.
"Do you really want to throw away your future? All for some blood-traitor!"
Draco had had enough. How dare his father insult Luna! How dare he treat her as though she was beneath him! But Draco knew it was futile. Lucius would not remember, or rather, he wouldn't care now or when he awoke.
"She has a name!"
Lucius grew angrier. How dare his son defend her. How dare he say that she had a right to be acknowledged. She who had turned against the Dark Lord, who now fought against him.
"In a few months, you won't even be able to remember her name!"
Draco's lip curled into a sneer. But he smiled at he sang the next set of lyrics. They fit perfectly with who he was describing.
I appreciate too well
The squalor at which you excel
It isn't very hard to tell
Evil's a distinctive smell
And with that Draco shoved Lucius again, knocking him to the ground and stormed offstage, leaving Lucius alone, on the floor. Slowly, Lucius stood up but it seemed his part was not yet over. Lucius thought these next lyrics applied well.
He's lost all sense of reason, and why?
Some traitorous slut!
Not only is that treason,
Some doors are slamming shut
Just like me he's found that flesh can excite but will enmesh
Once we rid him of this blight.
Once this harlot's out of sight.
Then I think he'll see the light.
He won't walk back to daddy he will run.
Like father, like son...
Like Father, like son
Like father, like son
Like father, like son
Lucius stood alone onstage, hoping that his last message would have the effect he wanted. He longed for Draco to come back to him. But as he stood there, and the lights went out and applause, cheering and catcalls filled the room, he knew that Draco wasn't coming back. Lucius had failed once again.
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