Hello,
this is my first attempt on posting something on the net, and I am nervous :-)
I hope it is not too bad, especially because English is not my first language.
It is very short (I have more - and much longer stories - at home, but I wanted to try posting this one-shot first)
Please let me know if you think it unbearable ;-) I'm still new to this, please don't flame me.
Author: Mogli the Witch
Rating: R, mentions of incest (but not Lucius and Draco, and nothing explicite)
Disclaimer: This short story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Title: The Greatest Sacrifice
***
I'm so sorry, my Dragon
Nobody can imagine what I feel when I see the branding on my son's, my beautiful heirs pale skin.
The price is high, for I have given the most precious thing I can think of, over to the devil called Voldemort.
It is one thing to kiss the hem of the Dark Lords robes myself and another to see my proud son doing the same.
Draco has no doubts, I taught him that.
And now it is too late.
It was too late when he took his first wand, his first breath, for he is my son and heir.
Some times I lay awake at night and wish I would have seen the error of my choices a little sooner.
For I am the Dark Lords right-hand man, the merciless and aristocratic Death Eater Lucius, Lord of Malfoy.
Nobody really knows me, not even my sister and wife, Narcissa.
In fact, she is the person most dangerous to me. And she is the reason that I had to sacrifice my beloved son.
She must never now that I'm a spy. Never, or she would get me killed by our Lord in an instant.
The only one who once suspected something is Severus, but I quickly made sure that his doubts were destroyed.
Of course, I know, Severus is a spy as well. But too many people know that, even Voldemort has once asked if I believed Severus to be one, and I hurried to make it clear to him that the potions master is a loyal Death Eater.
Nobody knows that it is me, who provides the ministry with the most valuable information.
The fools never see behind the polyjuice-facade that I take on when I meet my contact.
Don't they ever compare the faces of the Muggles who were killed by me at last night revels to the mysterious messangers?
I take their hair, silently asking them to forgive me and praying that, if there is a god, he will forgive me.
Severus would be surprised if he learned that I am constantly brewing polyjuice potions with the hair of my muggle-victims.
I wonder what Arthur would say. We were close, once, and sometimes I really think he is the only one who has ever known me.
Maybe that is why he is constantly angry when he sees me.
Because he once cared about me like his son cares about Harry Potter.
But he thinks I have changed, and in a way, I have.
But I changed back, as well. I hope there will be a day when I'll be able to get his friendship back.
The hurt in Arthurs eyes when he realized that I gave this diary to his daughter, that I had almost killed her...
It was only then, that I began to change sides.
And my son, my beautiful son, is now stained with darkness.
I hope, that one day, I will be able to rescue him.
I'm so sorry, my beautiful Dragon.
end
this is my first attempt on posting something on the net, and I am nervous :-)
I hope it is not too bad, especially because English is not my first language.
It is very short (I have more - and much longer stories - at home, but I wanted to try posting this one-shot first)
Please let me know if you think it unbearable ;-) I'm still new to this, please don't flame me.
Author: Mogli the Witch
Rating: R, mentions of incest (but not Lucius and Draco, and nothing explicite)
Disclaimer: This short story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Title: The Greatest Sacrifice
***
I'm so sorry, my Dragon
Nobody can imagine what I feel when I see the branding on my son's, my beautiful heirs pale skin.
The price is high, for I have given the most precious thing I can think of, over to the devil called Voldemort.
It is one thing to kiss the hem of the Dark Lords robes myself and another to see my proud son doing the same.
Draco has no doubts, I taught him that.
And now it is too late.
It was too late when he took his first wand, his first breath, for he is my son and heir.
Some times I lay awake at night and wish I would have seen the error of my choices a little sooner.
For I am the Dark Lords right-hand man, the merciless and aristocratic Death Eater Lucius, Lord of Malfoy.
Nobody really knows me, not even my sister and wife, Narcissa.
In fact, she is the person most dangerous to me. And she is the reason that I had to sacrifice my beloved son.
She must never now that I'm a spy. Never, or she would get me killed by our Lord in an instant.
The only one who once suspected something is Severus, but I quickly made sure that his doubts were destroyed.
Of course, I know, Severus is a spy as well. But too many people know that, even Voldemort has once asked if I believed Severus to be one, and I hurried to make it clear to him that the potions master is a loyal Death Eater.
Nobody knows that it is me, who provides the ministry with the most valuable information.
The fools never see behind the polyjuice-facade that I take on when I meet my contact.
Don't they ever compare the faces of the Muggles who were killed by me at last night revels to the mysterious messangers?
I take their hair, silently asking them to forgive me and praying that, if there is a god, he will forgive me.
Severus would be surprised if he learned that I am constantly brewing polyjuice potions with the hair of my muggle-victims.
I wonder what Arthur would say. We were close, once, and sometimes I really think he is the only one who has ever known me.
Maybe that is why he is constantly angry when he sees me.
Because he once cared about me like his son cares about Harry Potter.
But he thinks I have changed, and in a way, I have.
But I changed back, as well. I hope there will be a day when I'll be able to get his friendship back.
The hurt in Arthurs eyes when he realized that I gave this diary to his daughter, that I had almost killed her...
It was only then, that I began to change sides.
And my son, my beautiful son, is now stained with darkness.
I hope, that one day, I will be able to rescue him.
I'm so sorry, my beautiful Dragon.
end