From the Journal of Lucius Malfoy...
This is my first attempt at a dark-fic that was not of my own creation. I hope you all enjoy it...
I am not J.K.R. and am making no money off the suffering of Lucius Malfoy or any other character mentioned below...
An Introduction to a Mind of Darkness.
Well, hello dear reader and welcome to my mind. Surely you know that what you will find here won't be the drivel that you would find elsewhere – say perhaps the mind of my son, or wife. No, here you will be brought through hell and back...that is, as long as you can handle it.
If you are weak of heart, or overly protected from the realities of existence (as every mudblood would be) I recommend that you leave now. Go read some fluffy piece of rubbish based on the life of someone else – like a Weasley.
Still here are you? Well, I suppose that if you haven't left, the least I can do is submit you to the horrors of my life. Pull up a chair and dim the lights – no, it's not mandatory, but I would recommend it as it would add to the mood...
We shall begin on the day I was introduced to the Dark Lord. I had just graduated from Hogwarts and was willing to raise hell and continue the legacy of my family line. To be Malfoy is to follow the Dark Lord. Surely you don't all think that Tom Riddle was the first Dark Lord in the magical world, do you?
Continuing... That night I was to follow my father to a pre-destined apparition point and wait. Soon after midnight, two men would appear and take me to my future. Little did I know that this future would land me in Azkaban for the remainder of my magical life. Oh I imagined as much, but there was no way I could ever think of all the horrors I would commit...murder, rape, destruction, torture...and others that I can't even give a name to.
Anyway, back to my initial revelation...As I followed to the apparition point my mind was solely focused on the night. There was a chill in the air and the darkness enclosing us was as tight as the clutches of a dragon. Despite this, I felt a sincere calm in my life...I was ready to accept my fate and deal with the future. At 11:30 we reached the spot. My father looked into my eyes and smiled. This in itself was shocking – my father was a man of ice and steel. He didn't smile...at least, that's what I learned throughout my abusive childhood. At approximately 11:50 my father apparated away. This didn't shock me in the least as I knew that he was not allowed to follow. The initiation into the fold of the Dark Lord is a very secretive sequence of events that remain strictly between the initiate and the Dark Lord.
At exactly Midnight a man apparated and told me to prepare myself to meet my future. We apparated to the Riddle house, and I found myself in the middle of a circle in a dungeon room. Behind me there was the sound of my leader disapparating; then a high, cold voice said something I will never forget...
"Young Malfoy – You are destined to be my greatest servant...kneel."
Sadly, we must leave my story here for the evening. The Dementors will be making their rounds soon, and I wouldn't want you to be caught...after all – a life with no soul is no life at all.
Please, come back again soon...I will finish telling you my story, if I am still alive to continue it...
Well, what did you think? Any good? Please let me know...
I would really appreciate a beta reader if anyone could help out of the goodness of their black twisted hearts...
Yours,
Lufavain...
This is my first attempt at a dark-fic that was not of my own creation. I hope you all enjoy it...
I am not J.K.R. and am making no money off the suffering of Lucius Malfoy or any other character mentioned below...
An Introduction to a Mind of Darkness.
Well, hello dear reader and welcome to my mind. Surely you know that what you will find here won't be the drivel that you would find elsewhere – say perhaps the mind of my son, or wife. No, here you will be brought through hell and back...that is, as long as you can handle it.
If you are weak of heart, or overly protected from the realities of existence (as every mudblood would be) I recommend that you leave now. Go read some fluffy piece of rubbish based on the life of someone else – like a Weasley.
Still here are you? Well, I suppose that if you haven't left, the least I can do is submit you to the horrors of my life. Pull up a chair and dim the lights – no, it's not mandatory, but I would recommend it as it would add to the mood...
We shall begin on the day I was introduced to the Dark Lord. I had just graduated from Hogwarts and was willing to raise hell and continue the legacy of my family line. To be Malfoy is to follow the Dark Lord. Surely you don't all think that Tom Riddle was the first Dark Lord in the magical world, do you?
Continuing... That night I was to follow my father to a pre-destined apparition point and wait. Soon after midnight, two men would appear and take me to my future. Little did I know that this future would land me in Azkaban for the remainder of my magical life. Oh I imagined as much, but there was no way I could ever think of all the horrors I would commit...murder, rape, destruction, torture...and others that I can't even give a name to.
Anyway, back to my initial revelation...As I followed to the apparition point my mind was solely focused on the night. There was a chill in the air and the darkness enclosing us was as tight as the clutches of a dragon. Despite this, I felt a sincere calm in my life...I was ready to accept my fate and deal with the future. At 11:30 we reached the spot. My father looked into my eyes and smiled. This in itself was shocking – my father was a man of ice and steel. He didn't smile...at least, that's what I learned throughout my abusive childhood. At approximately 11:50 my father apparated away. This didn't shock me in the least as I knew that he was not allowed to follow. The initiation into the fold of the Dark Lord is a very secretive sequence of events that remain strictly between the initiate and the Dark Lord.
At exactly Midnight a man apparated and told me to prepare myself to meet my future. We apparated to the Riddle house, and I found myself in the middle of a circle in a dungeon room. Behind me there was the sound of my leader disapparating; then a high, cold voice said something I will never forget...
"Young Malfoy – You are destined to be my greatest servant...kneel."
Sadly, we must leave my story here for the evening. The Dementors will be making their rounds soon, and I wouldn't want you to be caught...after all – a life with no soul is no life at all.
Please, come back again soon...I will finish telling you my story, if I am still alive to continue it...
Well, what did you think? Any good? Please let me know...
I would really appreciate a beta reader if anyone could help out of the goodness of their black twisted hearts...
Yours,
Lufavain...