Rebuilding Their Lives
The Second Chance
Every time Lucius and Narcissa's child looked in the mirror he was always surprised to see blond hair.
After he turn sixteen he felt a strong sense of loss as if an older brother abandoned him shortly afterwards Lucius went to Azkaban. The strange thing about it was he was almost glad Lucius went to Azkaban Death eaters deserved Azkaban.
When he was in his final year of Hogwarts he and his friend were goofing off in a rare moment of peace perhaps they weren't be very kind with their words.
"Red hair, freckles and hand-me-down robes, you must be a Weasley!" His friend howled.
Words he had said before as an innocent child they didn't really haunt him because they were true even if they were cruel. The words that haunted him were never said out loud. Grey eyes, pureblood, and a hand-me-down soul? You must be a reincarnation.
The unsaid words rang in his ears for years until he walked into Harry Potter office quite by accident he was looking for a paper clip, nervous for his upcoming wedding his mother was preparing the manner for. He did truly love his soon-to-be wife; he would have loved her if she was a muggleborn or perhaps even a muggle. Unconditionally came to mind, he loved her unconditionally.
Two lockets sat on Harry's desk. Ones with an S encrusted with green emeralds. The other looked quite familiar. He reached out to touch it. It zapped him in the dry winter air but there was a magic flowing in to him. He closed his eyes memories flowed behind his eye lids in harmony. He may not have asked for this but he was given the greatest gift ever rebirth because he wasn't Draco Lucius Malfoy he was Regulus Artculus Black here for the second time.
