Title: Sins of the Father
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Child abuse, implied slash, one curse word.
Summary: Lucius is an unwilling actor in a drama that played out in his past, and now, in his son's. Implied Harry/Draco, James/Lucius
A/N: Again, I should be writing Sparrow and Starling. Again, I felt like a bit of angst. This story actually came to me from the title and was worked backwards from there. I actually have a bit of plot in this one! ^^
Lucius Malfoy read the condemning sentence again. The glittering green ink formed into a graceful hand he recognized as the elder Zabini's and the letter was writ on the finest parchment money could buy. Nothing less was suitable for a letter to the patriarch of the Malfoys. He sighed and closed his eyes, his heart rebelling against what he knew he must do.
"House elf!" he snapped, possibly harsher than he intended. The female emerged from the shadows and bowed low to him. They followed him, and they existed to serve his every need.
"Tell the Lady Malfoy that a full meal is unnecessary tonight; she is to dine in her quarters. And…" he paused, gathering his thoughts, "bring the young Master to me. I must speak with him"
She bowed again and as she left he heard a whispered, "Yes m'lord."
The imperious man looked down onto him, his eyes cold and flashing with the icy anger that he was known, and feared, for. He cowered unearth that awful gaze, and the tall man, his father, spit at him. The spittle dripped from his cheek unto his expensive robe, but he did not move his bowed head.
Draco entered the room, wraithlike, and bowed to Lucius in a way that was strangely reminiscent of the house elf. His gray-blue eyes, matching Lucius' own, flickered to the letter still open on his desk in questioning, but returned to meet his fathers eyes. He flinched at the emptiness that they showed. With his expression completely blank, he picked up the letter and began to read,
"It has come to my attention, Quintus" he hissed, every word dripping with distaste. He glared down at the boy, but continued to read from the letter in his hands, "That your son has been involved with-
- that Potter boy." He did not look at Draco, and set the letter down again. Draco took a deep breath and prepared to explain, but Lucius cut him off with a quick hand gesture. His face was still emotionless as he studied his son.
"I cannot believe you," he raged, his normally aristocratic face purple with anger. Every line of his tall body betrayed his fury, and he struck out at his son. His fist left a large mark on the boy's long and almost beautiful face and his son flinched involuntarily at the pain.
"How dare you let him fuck you? How dare you? You bloody queer!" he spit. The boy winced at every word, as if they hurt him more than any blow.
"Leave! I-
-need to decide if you are still my son," he said, his voice even more controlled than his face. That one sentence was all he said to the boy, but Draco's eyes glistened with unshed tears. He did not know that the match burned behind Lucius' own eyes. Draco fled, glancing over his shoulder at his father, his handsome face torn and asking for something akin to forgiveness.
Lucius dashed from his fathers accusing stare and ran to his own room. He flung himself on the bed and-
-finally let himself cry. He buried his head in his hands and sobbed. For love gotten freely and given in return. For love forsaken, and for love lost. He cried for himself and he cried for his son.