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...
