It was a beautiful morning, the birds were chirping and the sun was still low in the sky painting it a hue of pink and blue. In the horizon was an imposing Manor. A manicured lawn with albino Peacocks doing their morning routine. It was the Manor of the vain man. The Malfoy family. Inside the halls of the imposing Manor was quiet except for one specific corridor. Down this specific corridor in this wing was a training room.
Spells where being thrown at alarming speeds, wordless wand less as well. It was obvious that Lucius was Lord Voldemorts right hand man for a reason. He was moving about, his robes flaring with every movement his cane thrown to the side, disregarded in the heat of the battle. A small cut under his eye, sweat on his forehead as he threw spell after spell at his oppenent. His opponent was a prodigy but even this prodigy was no match for Lucius Abraxas Malfoy. Where the prodigy could weave magic in a manner never seen for someone his age, Lucius had years of experience and a war under his belt.
This prodidy could bend the spells to his command, reflect his opponents spells back to them. Manipulate the very fabric of the spells to his advantage, he was light on his feet his agility was keeping him in the match. He was injured left arm broken so he couldn't throw two spells at the same time anymore. Robes torn from spells that had managed to hit and not absorb into his core. Raven hair that was shoulder length had come out of its braid and was plastered on his forehead. The match was coming to an end the prodigy was tired and on his last leg.
Five minutes later the prodigy was knocked off his feet. Lucius walked toward him and lifted the prodigy of his feet. He wiped the sweat off the prodigy's forehead with a handkerchief he had pulled out of thin air it seemed. With this move it exposed the lighting bolt scar on his forehead. The magical prodigy was non other than 14 year old Heir Hadrian James Potter-Black
" That is enough for today son" said Lucius to his adopted son.
"One more bout Father, please." the prodigy pleaded
"Enough!" came a stern reply " Go to you mother and have you injuries tended to, you are only 14 Hadrian and you already far ahead of all your peers as well as many Death Eaters. You are no use to our Lord if you are dead Hadrian" said Lucius
" Yes father" said the prodigy with head bowed.
With this father and son left the training room to find the healers of the house, Narcissa and Draconis Malfoy, as ritual dictated. Before the break of dawn during the holidays from Hogwarts Lucius and Hadrian trained in order to hone the prodigy's skills while Draconis and his mother studied healing spells and practised on the living dummies Lucius and Hadrian.
Each member of the Malfoy family was essential in the fight for the freedom of the dark. The prodigy was the secret weapon, his father his trainer, his mother an experienced healer, his brother another prodigy but in healing. With this family in his pocket the Dark Lord Voldemort finally had a greater chance of removing the chains that have been placed on all dark families in Britain and retrain the brainwashed populace from believing that 'light was right!'.