Title – Facets of a Dragon
Chapter – Four, Angel
Authoress – Phoenix Tears
Summary – Draco is a fallen angel, Lucius thinks.
Rating – PG13
Warning – Slash, AU, rape
Disclaimer – I own nothing, except for this plot. Everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Authoress' Note – I am a citizen of America, so pardon the spellings if they are not strictly United Kingdom type English… you know, with 'colour' or 'color'…
Feedback – Of course, as for every writer, questions, thoughts, and constructive criticism are all greatly appreciated. Thank you, and enjoy.
Draco is like an angel, with his platinum hair and silver eyes and moonlight pale skin. My fallen angel, I call him.
My beautiful, beautiful son.
Draco is my pride, my heir, my world. I would give anything for his happiness.
I remember how, when Draco was young, he would throw the most terrible tantrums if Narcissa or I weren't home. The house elves were terrified of him at times like those. Only when we came home did he stop shouting, his voice sore, skin flushed. Narcissa swept him up in her arms and soothed him.
I remember how, when he was six years old, Draco had completed an advanced potion, and Severus was extremely pleased. He had given Draco a small cauldron – aluminum, I believe, and highly versatile. Draco had gone around for the next month working on potions and various concoctions.
I remember how, at eleven, Draco came home for summer vacation from Hogwarts, and spent a whole week ranting angrily to me about how the Potter boy had become the youngest Seeker in a century, and how all the teachers except Severus favoured the Mudblood Granger.
I remember how, at sixteen, when Draco received a letter informing him of his becoming Head Boy, he was jubilant. The next day, he was inducted into the Death Eater ranks, and was taken by Lord Voldemort. I vowed from that day on that I would never support a Half-Blood who raped my son, and on that day, Narcissa and I became spies.
Now, we have a group of about ten or so Inner Circle Death Eaters who are more loyal to the Malfoy family than they are to Voldemort, and are willing to revolt.
It's a dangerous game we play.
Draco is dallying with the Potter boy, Severus tells me.
Oh, for Salazar's sake!
Since when do an heir of Slytherin and an heir of Gryffindor engage in sexual dalliances with one another?!
Yes, that's right. An heir of Slytherin and an heir of Gryffindor.
You honestly didn't think that Voldemort was the heir of Slytherin? He's a half-blood, Merlin's beard! A Muggle father and a mother with tainted blood – how could he be the heir of the mighty Salazar Slytherin?
The Malfoys, on the other hand, are direct descendants of Slytherin. We have been in Slytherin for as long as there has been a Slytherin.
And the Potters, of course, are the very epitome of reckless bravery, in other words – stupidity. Their ancestral home – Godric's Hollow – is now much different than it was from when Godric lived there. In those days, it was a sprawling castle. Now, it's a pile of burnt ashes.
Could Draco have not chosen a more – ahem – respectable partner? I don't mind the fact that he's homosexual, but perhaps he could have chosen someone better than Potter?
Like that Zabini boy, maybe.
Oh, well. I'll leave Draco to his own private life.
I've just come back from a Death Eater meeting.
Voldemort raped Draco again. I think it's becoming something of a routine to him – torture Draco for as long as you can or until he faints, Enervate him, and then rape him.
Severus is brewing several healing tonics for Draco. Narcissa is ordering the House Elves around, frantic with worry. I'm sitting by Draco's side, waiting for him to regain consciousness and ask the usual, Where the hell am I?
I'll chuckle softly and remind him not to use expletives, as they are highly unbecoming of Malfoys.
Severus will come in and administer about twenty different potions on Draco, making sure that the potions are working. Heaven forbid that Severus Snape actually make a potion incorrectly!
Narcissa will sweep in with food and water, lovely blue eyes wide with worry and concern for her darling dragon.
It's the same every time.
Every time he returns from school, Draco looks different. He grows more beautiful, more intelligent.
More mature.
More hardened from life and darkness.
Every time he returns from school, he loses the light that lights up his silver eyes. He loses the life that flickers lightly in his soul.
He loses his halo, his wings, his light.
My fallen angel.
Authoress' Note: Okay, something REALLY weird happened, and the original Facets of a Dragon somehow got removed. This is the repost of it, and I'm sorry for all the inconvenience!
