SmalStwep

A Small Step In The Right Direction.

By Dreamer


One fifteen-year-old boy, standing in the gardens of our mansion, displaying no emotions whatsoever. The Dark Mark has been embossed upon his skin and you can see that he doesn't move his left arm anymore than he has to. My son Draco, the Death Eater. He has been welcomed with open arms. Yet he seems uneasy and I fear that he will betray us someday for he has never really been one of us in his soul.

I have done best to turn him into an emotionless, passionless, ambitious replica of myself but have only half-succeeded. He looks like me, but has his dainty mothers grace and refinement. He talks like me, in a lazy, patronizing tone, promising the world and giving nothing, but his words have a sharper edge, cutting where they only need to bruise. He moves like me, with an arrogant swagger but he has an easy feline grace. He is as lithe and muscular as I am, but has the same slender outline of his mother.

He is my mirror image, exactly like me, but in some strange subtle way, unlike me. I don't know what the difference is but it exists. And for that I fear him. He is as powerful as I am, as calculating and ruthless. He will do whatever is necessary to achieve his ends without doubt. That makes him a formidable foe and an equally valued ally. I would not fear him if I knew for sure where his loyalties lie but I don't. I don't know my own son, something that shames me but doesn't shock me. I've never had time for anybody except myself, an accepted attitude for a Death-Eater but a wrong one nevertheless.

I think I'll go and ask him if he wants to go to a Quidditch match with me. It's a small step, but at least I'm heading in the right direction.

Authors Note: A rather pointless story but I just wanted to say that maybe, just maybe Lucius Malfoy isn't as bad as everyone makes him seem. Review if you want to, I don't think that this story is so good that I'll be disappointed if you don't review. What's my excuse for writing this story? I was trying to make up for the story I called Imagine which is not only depressing but also confusing?