A/N This is short. Sorry.
(Draco)
As I expected, Mother was waiting for me. She sat quietly in her chair, delicate hands turning the pages of a book as she pretended to read. When I appeared the book was placed next to her and forgotten.
"Draco." She greeted me.
"Mother." I said holding back my flood of questions.
She was sly and if I began pelting her with questions I would never get any answers.
"I was wondering when you would come here. I went by your house again and found you and your son missing. I assume you were with the mudblood and her friends." Though her voice held no malice I knew what she meant.
"You know where I was. You don't need to ask." I said, feeling the dull ache begin behind my eyes.
"Very good. I'm glad you've caught on."
"What is happening, Mother?" I asked stepping towards where she sat.
She laughed her false laugh and smoothed her robes.
"You mean, you haven't realized?"
"Realized what?"
"What you are."
I felt the urge to pace, but shifted my weight instead. To much movement and she would have trapped me, I was not giving in so easily.
"What would that be?" I questioned tightly.
"Tell me, what has been happening to you lately? Do you remember?"
My heart began to pound.
"No. I don't. There are large amounts of time missing from my memory."
"You remember nothing about them?"
I gave in and began to pace rapidly in front of her.
"I think I killed someone."
"Who?"
"Harry Potter." His name sounded foreign on my lips, in my minds eye I saw him laying still on the ground, blood still pouring from the wound I inflicted.
She laughed again, this time it was genuine and made me shiver uncontrollably.
"Very good."
"Very good? What is happening to me, Mother?" I was pleading now, anything to stop seeing his gasping mouth and accusing eyes.
She sighed a little and bade me to sit, I ignored her and continued pacing. The repetitive movement eased the sting behind my eyes.
"My marriage to your father was considered a good match by most of the pureblood community. He was quite handsome with his black and silver robes and that sweep of pale hair. I was taken with him. We got along well. There were many opinions that we shared. There was no love between us, but I agreed to marry him." She began calmly.
My feet found their way along the same path as I listened.
"When The Dark Lord rose to power, your father climbed quickly through the ranks. He proved quite talented in the dark arts and Voldemort gave him much power."
"I know this." I was becoming anxious.
"Despite what has been said about The Dark Lord, he did not think himself immortal. He knew he could die. Your father and he devised a plan, in case the worse happened. There would be a vessel. A thing to carry his soul until he grew strong again."
I paused in my steps and looked at her. A thin smile had risen to her face.
"It would have to be a human, and not just any human, someone born specifically for the purpose. A pureblood, of loyal parentage. Lucius volunteered us for this honor. I did not want children, but we did as we were told and you were conceived." Her eyes raked across me with disdain.
"But I thought…"
"You thought you were conceived in love?" She seemed amused, "I didn't want a child to ruin my body or consume my time. You were born for a specific purpose."
"That can't be true." I stated.
"Why not?"
"If it were, the first time Potter defeated him I would have changed."
"You were too young. Your body could not hold such a power and you would have turned out like poor Quirrel, with a parasite sticking out of your head. We thought the plan had been enacted to late. Your father lied and told the community that he had been under a curse, they believed him and we waited. The second time he came to power, you were coming of age. His new body was destroyed once again and you, my son, served your purpose." She stopped and stood up.
"I don't believe you."
"You don't have a choice. The Dark Lord is within you. He's growing stronger and soon you will no longer be Draco Malfoy." She touched my face gently and smiled.
"If that's true, why the games? Why did you play with my mind?" My entire face was hurting.
"You had to be controlled. We could not have you thinking for yourself and causing trouble. You had to be watched, kept safe until the creature within you grew strong."
"Cause trouble?"
"As you have with the mudblood. Thankfully it all has turned out well."
"WELL! You call this, well? I can't control my own body anymore, this is insanity." I cried angrily, wanting to shake her.
"You have things to do. You should be going."
My head felt as though it would burst, but I shoved the pain aside. I wouldn't let it happen, not yet. Gripping my still bloody wand I held the tip to my head. She laughed.
"I'll do it." I shouted.
"Go ahead, if you do, think of what will become of your son." Her words dripped poison.
"If I don't, he'll be just as cursed."
"He's your son, he carries the same burden you do. He is a vessel."
Slowly I lowered my wand, swallowing hard against the throbbing of my skull. She was telling the truth. She had to be. I stepped back from her and stumbled over the edge of the carpet.
"Stay away from me." I growled, steadying myself.
She smiled cruelly and watched me fight the beast that grew within. Before she could speak again I disapparated and reappeared in my living room. Pip was waiting there, but I waved her away. Stumbling down the hall I found my office.
"Prospero!" I called and a large tawny colored owl answered, landing on my desk.
I found parchment and a quill, but found writing difficult. My motor skills seemed to have regressed. Finally I managed to scribble a quick note and tie it on my owl's leg.
"Hermione Weasley." I told it and watched as it flew away.
The darkness edged upon me, creeping into my brain, blocking my thoughts.
"The children." It said with my voice.
I knew.
(Draco)
As I expected, Mother was waiting for me. She sat quietly in her chair, delicate hands turning the pages of a book as she pretended to read. When I appeared the book was placed next to her and forgotten.
"Draco." She greeted me.
"Mother." I said holding back my flood of questions.
She was sly and if I began pelting her with questions I would never get any answers.
"I was wondering when you would come here. I went by your house again and found you and your son missing. I assume you were with the mudblood and her friends." Though her voice held no malice I knew what she meant.
"You know where I was. You don't need to ask." I said, feeling the dull ache begin behind my eyes.
"Very good. I'm glad you've caught on."
"What is happening, Mother?" I asked stepping towards where she sat.
She laughed her false laugh and smoothed her robes.
"You mean, you haven't realized?"
"Realized what?"
"What you are."
I felt the urge to pace, but shifted my weight instead. To much movement and she would have trapped me, I was not giving in so easily.
"What would that be?" I questioned tightly.
"Tell me, what has been happening to you lately? Do you remember?"
My heart began to pound.
"No. I don't. There are large amounts of time missing from my memory."
"You remember nothing about them?"
I gave in and began to pace rapidly in front of her.
"I think I killed someone."
"Who?"
"Harry Potter." His name sounded foreign on my lips, in my minds eye I saw him laying still on the ground, blood still pouring from the wound I inflicted.
She laughed again, this time it was genuine and made me shiver uncontrollably.
"Very good."
"Very good? What is happening to me, Mother?" I was pleading now, anything to stop seeing his gasping mouth and accusing eyes.
She sighed a little and bade me to sit, I ignored her and continued pacing. The repetitive movement eased the sting behind my eyes.
"My marriage to your father was considered a good match by most of the pureblood community. He was quite handsome with his black and silver robes and that sweep of pale hair. I was taken with him. We got along well. There were many opinions that we shared. There was no love between us, but I agreed to marry him." She began calmly.
My feet found their way along the same path as I listened.
"When The Dark Lord rose to power, your father climbed quickly through the ranks. He proved quite talented in the dark arts and Voldemort gave him much power."
"I know this." I was becoming anxious.
"Despite what has been said about The Dark Lord, he did not think himself immortal. He knew he could die. Your father and he devised a plan, in case the worse happened. There would be a vessel. A thing to carry his soul until he grew strong again."
I paused in my steps and looked at her. A thin smile had risen to her face.
"It would have to be a human, and not just any human, someone born specifically for the purpose. A pureblood, of loyal parentage. Lucius volunteered us for this honor. I did not want children, but we did as we were told and you were conceived." Her eyes raked across me with disdain.
"But I thought…"
"You thought you were conceived in love?" She seemed amused, "I didn't want a child to ruin my body or consume my time. You were born for a specific purpose."
"That can't be true." I stated.
"Why not?"
"If it were, the first time Potter defeated him I would have changed."
"You were too young. Your body could not hold such a power and you would have turned out like poor Quirrel, with a parasite sticking out of your head. We thought the plan had been enacted to late. Your father lied and told the community that he had been under a curse, they believed him and we waited. The second time he came to power, you were coming of age. His new body was destroyed once again and you, my son, served your purpose." She stopped and stood up.
"I don't believe you."
"You don't have a choice. The Dark Lord is within you. He's growing stronger and soon you will no longer be Draco Malfoy." She touched my face gently and smiled.
"If that's true, why the games? Why did you play with my mind?" My entire face was hurting.
"You had to be controlled. We could not have you thinking for yourself and causing trouble. You had to be watched, kept safe until the creature within you grew strong."
"Cause trouble?"
"As you have with the mudblood. Thankfully it all has turned out well."
"WELL! You call this, well? I can't control my own body anymore, this is insanity." I cried angrily, wanting to shake her.
"You have things to do. You should be going."
My head felt as though it would burst, but I shoved the pain aside. I wouldn't let it happen, not yet. Gripping my still bloody wand I held the tip to my head. She laughed.
"I'll do it." I shouted.
"Go ahead, if you do, think of what will become of your son." Her words dripped poison.
"If I don't, he'll be just as cursed."
"He's your son, he carries the same burden you do. He is a vessel."
Slowly I lowered my wand, swallowing hard against the throbbing of my skull. She was telling the truth. She had to be. I stepped back from her and stumbled over the edge of the carpet.
"Stay away from me." I growled, steadying myself.
She smiled cruelly and watched me fight the beast that grew within. Before she could speak again I disapparated and reappeared in my living room. Pip was waiting there, but I waved her away. Stumbling down the hall I found my office.
"Prospero!" I called and a large tawny colored owl answered, landing on my desk.
I found parchment and a quill, but found writing difficult. My motor skills seemed to have regressed. Finally I managed to scribble a quick note and tie it on my owl's leg.
"Hermione Weasley." I told it and watched as it flew away.
The darkness edged upon me, creeping into my brain, blocking my thoughts.
"The children." It said with my voice.
I knew.