Destiny-Chapter 2

AN: Wow! Thanks to my reviewers: Hippielover459 and daveyboyissexy. Here's going for more intrigue with chapter 2. I have decided to extend the story a little past 4 chapters. Pendant is not explained until next chapter, but this one has clues. See if you can guess what it does

Draco was dragging his feet now. His legs were heavy, but his eyelids were

heavier. His once agile stride had degenerated to a shuffled stumble. He had

made it back to his father alright, if you could call his situation alright, that was. He

seemed detatched from reality, mindlessly following his father's shape as it began

to lose definition, blurring into the scenery. Draco stopped dead in his tracks, the

world swirling around him. He tried to call out something to his father, who in his

rush to escape the notice of the student sand to avoid any further questioning from

the professors, had left the very thing he had worked so carefully to remove behind.

Lucius gave an exaggerated sigh that was plainly audible. What could

possibly be keeping the boy back. He turned around swiftly and was about to

make a sharp remark. But the sight before him kept him from making any noise at

all. The insult died on his tongue and the dark wizard felt the air whisk from his

lungs in a moment of pure chill.

Draco was standing..well, leaning would b a better word, against the wall of

the castle. The boy was a great deal paler than normal and he shuddered every

few moments and gave a slight spasm, as if plagued by a cold sweat. The closer

Lucius got to the boy, the more he could see just how much the boy had

degenerated since his little chat with whatever student he had been so anxious to

see. He was in fact soaked with perspiration and he seemed to have trouble

keeping balance. When Lucius finally reached him, Draco looked up forlornly at

his father with a look that Lucius had not seen in years. It was the pleading look of

a child in pain, a maddening, confused pain that had neither relief, nor purpose in

the child's eyes. But Lucius knew the purpose here and he would not tolerate any

more delays. Still, he did not know it would be this bad. Even he felt sorry for the

boy.

A strange irregularity in the flesh around Draco's hairline caught his

attention. He leaned over the boy and pulled his hair back. The pale flesh along

his hairline had several raised circular markings. All of them were interconnected

and gave the area a rocky, reptilian look. Lucius sighed again and offered his son

a hand. He had to get the boy out of here faster and though he did not enjoy

offering a hand to anyone, the situation dictated it. Draco took it and looked up at

him with such a look of relief and gratitude that it made Lucius' stomach drop.

If the boy only knew the truth of why he was helping him...

With Lucius' help, they were able to quicken their pace, but by the time he got to

the door of Hogwarts, he practically had to carry Draco. Lucius, with considerable

effort, was able to heave the boy into the carriage. After climbing in himself and

signaling to the driver to go, Lucius noticed that in that brief span of time, Draco had

fallen asleep. A fitful sleep, but at least it would keep him from noticing anything

that might potentially...upset him. Lucius Malfoy did not need any more

distractions.

With a sudden morbid curiosity, Lucius reached into Draco's robes and

pulled out the pendant that the boy always wore without fail. Its surface was no

longer the dazzling emerald green it once had been. Rather, the surface was

blackened and its once smooth surface was marred with many tiny cracks. Another

appeared a she was looking. Lucius released his grip on he pendant and sat back.

All he could hear was the sound of wheels on the road. Looking at the dark surface

of he pendant had brought back a lot of memories that he had chosen to ignore the

past seventeen years.

Narcissa had never forgotten. He doubted she had even forgiven. But, she

kept it to herself for the happiness of her son. Her son. Yes, he was Lucius' as

well, but he had never seemed like it. He seemed like the pet of someone.

Something to be looked after until its rightful owner came to claim it. Indeed, that is

what his role as a father had felt like. Perhaps after this whole mess business,

Narcissa wold find it in her heart to have another child, a real child that she could

raise without fearing that it would be snatched away.

In truth, Narcissa was the only person that Lucius Malfoy loved more than

himself. Their beliefs were fundamentally the same, but Narcissa was never intent

upon acting upon them. She was an elitist pureblood, but she would never act out

on anyone. He, however, served a master who was fully intent on acting out

aggressions against Muggles and Non-Muggles alike. Anyone or anything that did

not fit his Master's idea of purity would be eradicated and he, Lucius Malfoy, the

most loyal of all, would have the honor of playing a major role in it all. Narcissa

had initially been against the idea of involving Voldemort in the family. They had

only been married for a few years and, well, with a child on the way, it did not seem

like a healthy environment for such a child.

Voldemort had been clear to Lucius. The child would be of great

importance. He had not mentioned how and Lucius could have never imagined

how the prediction would come true.

To Be Continued...