Umm.hello person isn't great that I finally have time to upload something???

Any way this is a fic about Lucius. His past, childhood, family, blah, blah, blah, and

the whole time he's in his prison cell telling you the reader all this anyway the only

reason I actually have time to work on this is because it's a no homework weekend and

all since the beginning of the school year the teachers have been killing us because in

science were learning college stuff even though were in 8th grade and math is okay.

English I like, S.S is were we have the most projects and yeah but their still killing us!!!

Anyway enjoy!!! I worked really hard on this one! And the beginning is a poem so if you

want to scroll down and not read it that's okay!

A dragon's scream

A demon's tear

A fallen willow tree

Ancient oak has seen it all

As has the river and forest

Horses made of silver dreams

Dancing swans from long ago

Things a child yearns to see through all eternity

A mother's song for better day

A father's sweat and pain of day

Things no one else knows through all eternity

Some things were meant to be some are better forgotten

Don't you see the pain you cause a cross a child's memory

So long ago it seems that he

Dreamed of roses

A secret place that only he could enter

There lies all this dreams

Covered in moss

Spiders chew away the faith

Dust makes them so unclear

That's all that remains of his secret place

So now he looks back at the dragons and the dreams

All the things he thought forgotten start to appear

His lost eyes shine with hope like they did once long ago

Staring at his memories of forgotten places

Oh look the joy that passes though his eyes

Just one look and now you know that he's happy

Death has tried to rob away all of his dreams

Slowly it has started to erase what once was pure

Now as you see his face you see times forgotten

When he would smile thinking it was over

But things can never end so easily

That once happy boy who followed in his dreams

Now he sits in jail thinking back to forgotten days

Poor little boy poor little angel

Someone broke your wings

And left you there to try and mend them

It was to late once they had found you

You had lost that special touch that made you like an angel

Slowly you were pushed aside like an old rag doll

People forget so easily what they once found joy in

People tend to forget things once there done with them

The boy grew up with broken wings every day trying to fly once again

Someone came for his soul today but saw him and turned away

Maybe he saw the joy he found in his memories

Things we find heartless tend to have a heart

But it's usually forgotten like every thing else that has no purpose in our plans

The boy is no longer a boy

Though he wish he were

So he wouldn't have had to face all this

Sometimes it's sad to think about all this

But if we don't pretended to care who will.

I'm sitting here rotting in my prison cell. Kind of pathetic that I'm looking

back to my childhood, a childhood better forgotten, for what it represents. My childhood

was constructed of pain, humiliation, and death. The only place I could go where I

could be in peace was my mind. I almost lost touch with reality then. but

someone made me come crashing down into the real world. In my dreams I found

happiness, joy, and peace. Those pretty little emotions no longer remain with me,

they were lost and never meant to exist in a Malfoy's heart. If we posses such

things. I think I still might for I do love my son or the closest thing to it that I

know, I feel pity for those who die young never get to experience the pain and the

beauty that most children see. But for me you see it isn't the same. I see the

world through a dead mans eyes just passing advise to those already damned.

As I mentioned before I started to slip away into the corners of my mind at

a very young age. People never noticed me start to slip away, but they did

something to me that brought me back to reality and destroyed all of my dreams.

The first time I noticed myself that I was starting to slip away was when father

locked me in the most forgotten corner of the manor and forgot about me until

a week latter. When father fist locked me in that dark place I cried for I was still innocent

and pure not having yet been exposed to the grater evil I would see in my life.

I stopped crying when I realized that no one would come for me for no one cared not even mother

with her sweat perfume, not grandpapa who was deathly ill, the house elves won't

dare, and father, father had probably already forgotten me.

* Flashback*

A five-year-old little boy can be seen sitting in the middle of a large room

drawing. The boy is very small and appears to be even younger then those five years of

age. The boy has silver hair; silver blue eyes, and is whiter then the purest pearl. There is

something in him that makes you remember him. your not sure what it is but you think

it's his eyes. but you will never know for sure. Suddenly the boy looks up into the cold

grey eyes of a man who you assume is his father. The man is tall and thin but not a sickly

thin but a stronger muscular kind. He lifts the child by the hair to stand on his feet. The

child lets out a yelp of pain, and the man gets angry and yells at him. " YOU PATHETIC

WEAK BOY!!! (The boy can tell that his father drank the stuff that made him violent again

it makes him smell odd (the boy doesn't like it) WHY MUST YOU ALWAYS CRY AND

MAKE A FUSS OF EVERY THING!!!! YOU WILL BE PUNISHED FOR THIS!!!" The

small boy cringes in fear of his father afraid what he will do to him this time. will father

hit him? Would he lock him in his room? Would he take all his toys away? Would he leave

him all alone in the street like last time? The boy wasn't sure but he was equally afraid.

The man suddenly grabs him roughly by the arm and drags him. The boy isn't

sure how long his father has been dragging him pushing him but his arms are

starting to hurt his legs are getting tired and he's very hungry for he hasn't eaten since

breakfast which was quite a few hours ago. His father finally stops and smirks the smirks

everyone in his family had. His father has stopped in front of an old door and as the boy

looks around he realizes he's in a part of the manor that he doesn't recognize. What will

father do? Suddenly the older man throws the boy into the room like an old rag doll and

tells him he is to "Stay there and that he will come back once his punishment is done."

The boy sits in the dark most little boys would be afraid but he wasn't he was brave!!!

(Ironic isn't? That I thought my self more brave than cunning? But I think somewhere in

the back of my mind those were my thoughts) As the boy sits there in the dark he doesn't

realize that a day has gone bye as he tries to figure out what he did wrong. He is very

hungry and thinks that his father will come soon for father always comes in the end. The

boy is very hungry there is nothing to eat in this room he gets up slowly trying to find

something to occupy this mind for he does not wish to think of food. As he slowly walks

around the room he notices a rat. he is too proud to eat it. For he is a Malfoy and

Malfoy's don't lower themselves to that level. Even at this young age the Malfoy "way"

had already been carved into the young boys mind. The only other thing the boy found in

that room was a vine. and vines aren't meant to be eaten. The boy started at the plant

and hope grew in his heart. If this plant could survive here with no food or water till some

was brought; he would do so as well. Till this day the boys' favorite plant is still a vine

for he is so much like the vine. He can manipulate, grow and manifest anywhere, and

needs to survive for no other reason than for surviving. He lasted for another day without

food, but that was all he could take. He searched through the room again, and found a rat

at first he wasn't sure what he should do with it. It was still alive and very much so

maybe he could let it live so it could show him were it got all it's food.

During the time he waited for it to show him the way he could feel himself go weaker. Suddenly a

grumbled could be heard from his stomach he bit his lip and drew blood. The metallic

liquid fell into his mouth and something in his brain snapped he lost control. Suddenly he

attacked the rat with out warning and broke its neck and with out realizing it he sunk his

teeth into it's skin and started to suck at the blood that came forth from the wound.

Before he new what had happened he looked down at the rat it had no more blood left in

its small body and the boy was ashamed that he had been weak enough not to be able to

stand the temptation of hunger. It suddenly hit him like ice and he froze to the spot. He

had eaten and drank the blood of a dead raw animal. He thought he should throw up but

thought better of it. He wouldn't know till a few years latter what he truly was and why

he like the blood why he liked seeing the crimson liquid slip through his fingers. He was

a vampire a monster of sorts he was full bread vampire what would he do would he get a

letter to go to Hogwarts would he not? He could answer none of these questions and till

the end of the week when his father let him out he drank his blood and the blood of any

creature that was unfortunate enough to pass. When his father came he had expected his

son to be dead he had quiet a surprise when he saw his son healthy. Then he noticed the

dead bodies of creatures spilled all over the floor and the marks on his sons arm and

smiled. You will survive my weak son you will survive.

I snap out of my trance my moment of peace and pain. I can hear the faint light steps of

footsteps coming down the hall.

(A.N, -cliff hanger what did you think!!! ^-^ I worked really hard on this so if your going to criticize give helpful advise!!!)