Chapter One
Hidden Memories
A pale figure leaned stiffly against a decorative wall of a huge balcony, his slender fingers tapping softly on the milky white marble. Silver were his eyes, which glimmered brightly against his aristocratic features as low grumbles of thunder sounded through the lands. A sudden light lit up the sky reflecting off his cold eyes like sun to water. Watching the storm with great interest, a few wild stands of platinum hair caressed his peach colored cheeks.
His eyes seemed to glaze over as he watched the arms of lightning strike the ground with bold snarls, their ivory talons lashing out as if grabbing for an unsuspecting victim. Thick clouds rumbled over his head bringing an almost ghost of a smile to his lips as he traced his fingers across the fierce statue of a shadowed gargoyle. These were the kind of nights he enjoyed. He loved the rain. Just to sit outside and watch nature's display of its powerful forces sent shivers down his spine.
Once again his father sent his mother to Australia and he was once again having his pleasure. It happened every year and his mother new, though she never said a word, not one word. He'd never loved his dad only respected him, that was it nothing more. His mother was a bit more important him, yet she only told him that she loved him twice in his life, while his father tortured him if he showed affection toward him, twas normal to him to have such a family.
Day in day out it was all the same, for the infamous Draco Malfoy. Any wrong step could bring the death to him or his family, any wrong turn could bring a lashing from his dark father. All his life the young Malfoy has lived his life as his father saw fit and the youth could never and would never protest. He was a Malfoy and a Malfoy was supposed to welcome pain and unfairness.
He remembered the first time his father had beaten him, a night he would never forget. Ten years ago it was a normal, cool fall night like any other, but hell was about to whip Draco Malfoy while he slept. Yes indeed, the truth lurked within those furnished wood wall and it was sure to engulf him in its black clutches.
Storming into Draco's room, an angry Lucius yanked the covers off his son's body and barked harshly in his face, " Get up now!"
Before Draco could even figure out what was going on a large, calloused hand came in contact with his smooth cheek. His head snapped back as he shut his eyes tightly, platinum hair dancing before his face. Surprise took over causing his reactions to kick in slowly as Lucius paced before him, his hand folded stiffly behind his back. Finally recovering from the blow, Draco stood in front of the bed, his eyes staring unsurely at his fuming father.
" Dad," Draco started," Why are you so-"
" You will not speak unless I so Draco," he hissed slapping him again.
Draco stared in fear at his father as he lectured," I was visited by a young lady, she said you were acquaintances Draco. Is that so?"
" Yes father, she is my fri-," he never got to finish, for he was hit again.
"Only answer the questions I ask," he sternly barked," Now, do you realize who she is?"
Draco hesitated for a moment, fearing the hand which now rested on his dragon head-shaped bed post," S- she is m-m- my friend father."
The man's eyes darkened ominously as he swiftly removed his wand, pointing the deadly tip at his son. No words poured from his lips as he backed Draco into a corner, Draco's form shivering miserably. Draco watched helplessly as a toothy smirk crawled into his father's lips. Unfortunately when his father did speak the word seemed alien to him, only he didn't have long to think because a sudden ripping pain tore at his body. The child cried to his father, begging him, but to no avail. Lucius merely stood there laughing.
Too long had it been since he had felt that tearing feeling, too long had it been since he had disobeyed his father, a loyal Malfoy and Death Eater to the Dark Lord. That's what everyone thought,' The great Lucius Malfoy's son would be just like him'.
A dark smirk snaked its way onto his lips as he heard the distinct, hoarse moans of a woman. He had heard those noises many times before; even he had brought those kinds of noises from some of the daughters of those women. Unfortunately this life was oddly becoming dull and being a Malfoy he would indeed enjoy stirring something up, cause a bit of trouble.
His smile deepened as he thought of a suffering Harry Potter. He would bring that celebrity prat to his knees and make him beg for death before the end, also his stupid little friends too. The golden trio, his lips curled back into a dangerous snarl at the thought of their happy faces. They would pay for what they had cost his father. It never stuck him odd that he held so much respect for the man who actually held him captive.
Suddenly he felt light headed and leaned against the statue for support. He didn't have long to regain himself before his mind jumped straight into a long forgotten memory. Heart racing, he tried to break through whatever held him at bay. Soft light shed upon his eyes and his struggling ceased as he spotted a little boy playing near a fireplace. The fireplace looked oddly familiar, though the thought quickly slipped his mind as his sharp eyes followed after what looked like a shabby black cat, which also looked familiar. He watched unmoving as the puny boy lifted the cat into his lanky arms and began to dance with it, his merry laughter filling his ears. A laughter that seemed so close to him, yet so foreign. This boy's hair was silvery blonde like his, though a bit richer, and the boy's eyes a stormy grey.
This boy was him! He didn't have much time to make that conclusion, for he was jerked from his thoughts once more by harsh shouting. The voice was all to familiar and it sent frightful shivers down his spine. Too soon did his father come storming in and yank the kitten from the young Malfoy's warm arms. " Daddy no. It's my kitty," he pouted.
"Kitty! Kitty! I will tell you this only once Draco. Affection, love, caring it's all a fools dream, so I don't ever want o see you act like that again," the man roared, his voice dangerously low.
Before the boy could even protest the elder Malfoy chunked the feline harshly against the brick of the fireplace, its bone making a sickening crack. Shock coursed through him as he watched the five-year-old version of himself walk over to the kitten as father Malfoy glided out of the room, his cold eyes glimmering with malice. Old emotions cuddled his cold heart as he watched the boy reach out his tiny fingers and caress the kitten's head softly. No movement was found in the cat as the young child cried, seeming as if he would never cease.
Unknowing to Draco a slender figure stepped out from the darkness as hungry thunder struck again, lighting up her moonlit brown eyes. A soft, yet carnivorous smile graced her lips, such a handsome Malfoy.