Futures
Lucius Malfoy sat in his study , contemplating the task at hand - the raid on
Hogwarts. He had constructed a team of himself , Crouch , Rookwood , and the
Lestranges . He glanced at the picture on his desk , where his wife and his son
stood stiffly , not smiling. Before , many months ago , they had been smiling at
him , slightly. Now they were rigid and cold , just like he was . Just like him. He
had not wanted it to happen this way , it just had. Had he realized what the f
uture would bring , he may not have gone over to Voldemort. His wife didn't l
ove him. His son had never loved him. Oh Draco , where did I go wrong ... ? But
what has happened has happened , and what was in front of him was now his
future. He had gone too far to renounce the old ways. Much too far. He had now
become like the dark lord himself. Cruel , emotionless and unforgiving. And now
he had to attack the school where his son was. Where his son was ... Draco may
even be killed. Snap out of it Lucius. You are a Death Eater. You don't care ,
remember ? A death Eater doesn't care. If Draco dies , it's his own fault. ...
Right ?
***
Draco sat in Potions class , thinking. Lately , he had been having second
thoughts about being so mean to Harry. Before , he was sure that his father's
relationship with the Death Eaters was the best possible thing , but now , he
wasn't so sure. Since He Who Must Not Be Named had returned , his father had
changed. He had become completely emotionless , and brushed his mother and
him off to the side. Draco didn't want to be like that. He wanted to love and be
loved , and certainly by Pansy Parkinson. He wanted to live. He was realizing
now that the good side was the right choice. But he had gone too far to switch
back. Even now , at 14. Yes , he was in much too deep.
Lucius Malfoy sat in his study , contemplating the task at hand - the raid on
Hogwarts. He had constructed a team of himself , Crouch , Rookwood , and the
Lestranges . He glanced at the picture on his desk , where his wife and his son
stood stiffly , not smiling. Before , many months ago , they had been smiling at
him , slightly. Now they were rigid and cold , just like he was . Just like him. He
had not wanted it to happen this way , it just had. Had he realized what the f
uture would bring , he may not have gone over to Voldemort. His wife didn't l
ove him. His son had never loved him. Oh Draco , where did I go wrong ... ? But
what has happened has happened , and what was in front of him was now his
future. He had gone too far to renounce the old ways. Much too far. He had now
become like the dark lord himself. Cruel , emotionless and unforgiving. And now
he had to attack the school where his son was. Where his son was ... Draco may
even be killed. Snap out of it Lucius. You are a Death Eater. You don't care ,
remember ? A death Eater doesn't care. If Draco dies , it's his own fault. ...
Right ?
***
Draco sat in Potions class , thinking. Lately , he had been having second
thoughts about being so mean to Harry. Before , he was sure that his father's
relationship with the Death Eaters was the best possible thing , but now , he
wasn't so sure. Since He Who Must Not Be Named had returned , his father had
changed. He had become completely emotionless , and brushed his mother and
him off to the side. Draco didn't want to be like that. He wanted to love and be
loved , and certainly by Pansy Parkinson. He wanted to live. He was realizing
now that the good side was the right choice. But he had gone too far to switch
back. Even now , at 14. Yes , he was in much too deep.