A/N: Well, my second Harry Potter fic…..The first one was a good idea, but crap nonetheless, and this idea has been proding me with a sharp stick ever since I saw Chamber of Secrets. [shivers] Lucious was so….evil. I was deeply inspired to write his story, even though it won't have a happy ending, and write it I will! The chapters will be slow, due to the fact that I'm writing this on a separate computer while my dad uses this computer to do work. It takes much effort on my part to transfer everything, especially when the computer I'm writing this on is nothing more than a pile of junk, and it's a Mac, while this computer is a PC. So as you can see, this is going to take a LONG time. But if you're up to a long, hard slog, than read and enjoy! And REVIEW too!!!! I crave reviews. If I do not get enough, I will die. Simple fact.

Disclaimer: I may be very poor, but I am not the former J.K Rowling. I do not hope to make any money off this. I write simply for the sake of writing, and feeding my passion for literature. Do not hurt me. Please[cute puppy dog eyes].

Our Fathers

When your father is one type of man, he expects his son to be the same. When Lucious was young, he thought nothing of what his father wanted him to be, because that's not what a small boy thinks about. Lucious listened, and did what he was told, of course; even a man like Lucien Devura Malfoy would wish his son to be obedient. But in the early years of Lucious' life, Lucien did not take his own time and energy grilling him on what kind of person he was to be. He was lucky then. He would not be so lucky later.

Serlia Verreaux fell in love with Lucien Malfoy while still attending Beauxbatons in France. She was smart, beautiful, and headstrong, with a power deep inside of her that none could see. Lucien however, often prided himself in seeing the things that others could not, and knew instantly when he met her that she would be his wife, whether she loved him or not. Lucien had learned from his own father that love was just the first step in getting what you wanted out of people, and could easily be swept aside once the vows were read and the rings were exchanged. For all her smarts and insight, Serlia was utterly blind, and did not realize what was happening to her until it was too late.

They were married on the fifth of December, amidst the cold and the frost and the biting wind, at a small church near to the Malfoy mansion. Few attended; only the closest of friends and family were there to witness the binding, and it seemed Serlia was the only one who did not see how ill fated it all was to be. Her mother and father watched on with aching hearts as their only daughter was married off to a snake, but kept smiles on their lips. If Serlia had looked into their eyes, she would have known different. But in any case, she was still too high on puppy love, and her own eyes were still too glazed with youthful ignorance to see what she was doing. If her dearest Lucien had shoved a knife through her heart just then, she would have been none the wiser. For Gerrin and Renee Verreaux, it would be the last time they ever saw her as she truly was. In the years to follow, Serlia would become something much different.

For a while, Lucien was amused with his wife. He let her do the things she wished; visit friends, go on trips, whatever caught her fancy. In return, Serlia loved him, and obeyed his every command, all the while being smothered and frozen, just the start of the woman she would eventually be.

But soon, Lucien decided Serlia was just a little too independent, and had just a little too much freedom. Ever so slowly, he tightened the rope around her neck, made the leash a little smaller each day. Serlia continued to be oblivious, and went on with things as if nothing had happened.

Lucien watched with greedy eyes as she changed; her spirit diminishing, her lovely, full lips pinching, her face metamorphisising from the soulful youth, into a beautiful queen of ice, without emotion, without love. She had always been a desired woman to Lucien, but now that she was the person he craved her to be, she was all the more dark and alluring. As Serlia fell, Lucien grew, and soon the two became as Lucien's mother and father before him. He was the master, and she the obedient wife, who did whatever he asked without hesitation, without scruples. That was the way it was supposed to be, and Lucien constantly reminded her that she was in his possession, be it with words or not. Serlia accepted this, and did not question it.

Eventually, she bore Lucien a son, who was to be named Lucious. Silently, craftily, Lucien decided that his son would become him, a mirror to his father. What people saw in Lucien, they would see in Lucious. What they feared in the father, they would fear in the son. He would let Serlia raise him, but Lucien would always be there, dropping hints, giving suggestions, insinuating himself, like a deadly poison that spread before you could stop it. If Serlia had been as she once was, she would have taught Lucious what she'd been taught, the morals and ways of life she'd adopted as her own. But by then, her sparkling emerald eyes had long since lost their shine, frozen forever with bitterness and cruelty, and she quickly abandoned him for more fashionable and classy pursuits, leaving the nurse to see that Lucious was taken care of. Lucien did not approve of this at all, and soon approached his wife, demanding that she care for her son, instead of letting some wench dirty him with her filth.

"Where are you going?" Lucien asked testily one evening as Serlia buttoned up her coat, and was slipping her shoes on.

"Out." She replied simply, although inside she trembled with fear. Lucien's cold eyes were on her back, burning gaping holes through her skin.

"What about your son?"

"He's our son. Not my son."

Lucien decided she had gone too far.

"Alright." He replied silkily, drawing up behind her and planting his slender hands firmly on her small shoulders. She jumped at his touch, but he did not let go, instead leaning closer, his breath hot on her neck. "He's our son then. But don't you think you should be watching him? He's just a child. Anything could happen to him…."

Serlia recognized a threat when she heard one.

She went on as steadily as she could, all the while feeling white terror coil around her chest.

"The-The nurse….She's reading him a story in the parlor…He'll be fine…."

Serlia took a steadying breath, trying to dredge up even the smallest semblance of courage. Why was it she fell to pieces whenever Lucien was around?

Lucien's handsome face curled into a bone chilling smile.

"I really think that it's about time you took some interest in Lucious." He hissed, and Serlia trembled beneath him. "That dirty wench is a bad influence on him; baking sweets, telling stories, cooing him songs like some stupid child. If we're not careful, dearest wife, our son could grow up into some weak, spineless coward….and we wouldn't want that now would we?"

Serlia's reply was nothing more than a puff of frightened air. "No."

Lucien chuckled low in his throat, leaning forward to place a small bite on the side of her neck.

"That's what I thought…" He curled his smooth lips over the mark, sucking on it almost playfully. "Now, where should you be?"

"With Lucious." She whispered, her heart thumping wildly.

"Good girl."

With a flourish, Lucien was gone, leaving Serlia to stand alone in the hall, trembling and shaking as if she'd just felt death, tears streaming down her pale cheeks. Trying to pull herself together, she somehow made her way to the parlor, opening the door slowly and ushering the nurse outside.

"I'm sorry." Was all she said to the young woman, wiping her eyes and smudging some of her makeup in the process.

Without another word, Serlia went inside to her son.

The nurse was dismissed the next day.

A/N: Well, what do you think? I know it's short, but it's only the prologue, so please do not get angry. There will be much more Lucious in the next chapter! And some Severus too! I promise! I know this, because I have already written it. I was just trying to introduce Lucien and Serlia this time 'round, and show my readers what kind of parents Lucious had. What kind of environment he lived in. So R&R!!!!!!!!!! Prevent my demise!