"Now Draco, I have studied your school results for the past six years and as any parent would expect, I am undoubtedly disappointed and ashamed to call you my offspring."
Offspring? Aren't you meant to say son? He describes me as some sort of blonde Longbottom!
I stood motionless before my own despicable father, listening to his lecture on how important it is to live up to the family name.
"And what do I have to live up to? I have to be a Death Eater and marry the richest pureblood woman that daddy dearest can find…" I muttered bluntly under my breath, looking at the window directly behind Lucius Malfoy. It was better than staring at his father's matching steel grey eyes.
"Do not mutter incoherently under your breath in front of me boy, Crucio." Lucius almost said lazily at the flick of his wand, burning internal fires caressed my veins and dashed over under my skin, causing diminutive pain.
I was used to it, I just stood there, hands and teeth clenched as I matched my father's glare. The pain continued, but faintly, my body was already slacking off, I always expected this punishment before each week of the beginning of term.
"This year will be your finest year, your final year, Draco Malfoy will be listed as the only top student this year. Am I correct?" the older Malfoy sneered, not bothering to take off the curse he had placed onto his only son.
I remained silent, it took all of my energy not to lash out at the shell of my father. My eyes, avoided his stipulating gaze by continually staring absently out that same window which he had thrown me out of when I had been home for just a week.
"I guess you have to learn some manners boy, and I know the perfect curse to knock you back to your normal self. It's a brand new curse that I've developed, I think it just might be soon up with the other harmless Unforgivables… Inflametible!" Lucius cursed revolving his wand in a smooth clockwise motion.
The pain instantly knocked him off his feet, he felt like his own pale flesh and blood was on fire and as I grimaced at my arm I saw, well just a flicker of a fading flame.
"Unflametible!" Lucius indolently whispered, smirking at me, I assumed he didn't regret nearly killing me. I doubt he ever did, that selfish, half-blood follower.
"Well Draco, assuming that you felt the wrath of The Invisible Flame curse, however that was only a small dosage of it because of course I wouldn't like to be disposing my only heir to the Malfoy throne." Lucius mocked, pretending to care about the life of that I am imprisoned in.
"The Invisible Flame?" I inquired, hopefully trying to keep my father's attention on his latest creation rather then on punishing me even more.
"Yes, you heard me Draco, The Invisible Flame is exactly what its title states. The pain you felt was an actual flame burning your skin however it leaves no marks and of course, is invisible to everyone else but the inflictor." My father laughed mechanically as if he was amused by his little joke.
Suddenly a crack erupted between us as one of our many pathetic house-elves magically appeared, anxiously bowing to its masters.
"Yes house-elf, speak." Lucius demanded impatiently, grabbing his black and silver cane from the nearby desk, undoubtedly going to strike the wretched thing. Or me.
"Mistress requests Master Malfoys presence for a quiet afternoon tea beside the lake." The deplorable gnome stuttered at my dire excuse for a father.
"Which lake, elf?" again, Lucius demanded swiftly clipping the house-elf behind its knees, causing the panicky house-elf to buckle onto the slate grayish-black stone floor.
"The big one, sir." The house-elf stammered, struggling to clamber to its feet.
"Tell Narcissa I will be there instantly, be gone with you!" Lucius commanded.
I stared silently at the quick, demanding conversation that my disgusting father had held with one of out petty servants. Oh how I would very much like it if he died, kind of ironic, everyone, friends or foes constantly mention that I am exceedingly like the elder Malfoy, I even resemble him down to the gloating smirks of satisfaction and yet I want to murder him with my own hands.
I awaited my father's dismissal before exiting his study and entering my sanctuary.
"Permission to speak, sir."
"Permission granted Draco, what is it, I need to meet your mother for afternoon tea soon." Lucius stipulated coldly.
"Father, may I have your consent to abscond from your sight?" I asked emotionlessly, finally coming to face with the monster which I knew lived inside of me.
"Yes." My father again, replied coldly. He was an emotionless stone, never fading, always there to haunt me, my father was a bastard and a Death Eater, I never really denied it, I accepted it.
I left without uttering another word, making my way out of the now empty study and down the many passageways in the Malfoy Manor. The corridors were empty, almost eerie with all the glass jars of tarnished muggle internal remains and sleeping portraits of our ancestors. Walking silently passed all of the Muggle remains and pictures of them dying on the walls, if I didn't know my father, I would've thought he was obsessed with muggles because of the many impure things that hung up upon the stony fixtures.
"Well it is a pleasure to see Lucius Malfoy's son up and about, now isn't it?" a mysterious voice whispered as I studied the ghost before me.
Was that all I was, am? Some rich Death Eater's son? I haven't got my own identity, I stole mine.
Shaking my head with disgust, I sauntered right through the silvery misty remains of what once was my Great-great-great-great-grandmother's aunt, when I ambled through I casually accepted the slimy shivers that threw themselves upon me until I stepped out of my ancestor's ghost.
After a few miserable minutes passed and a several more flights of stairs had been climb I reached my own little hideout. Rather pitiable really, a seventeen year old man has a hideout where he can almost escape the world he's imprisoned in.
Gazing around the small room, smiling at my collection, it wasn't just any collection, the were a whole wall dedicated to the knives, axes and other muggle torture tools, such as this thing they call a screwdriver, I mean, what do they screw this into? All of the tools he cleaned with his wand and sharpened by his own hands, I couldn't ask the house-elves to clean or sharpen my tools, they would go straight to either one of my blood relations.
The other walls weren't as… homicidal as the previous, the farthest wall away was just shelves filled with all the darkest books throughout the ages. The wood that held up these manuscripts was a dark mahogany that was entwined with flecks of silver.
The next two walls were only made up of windows but they weren't just any windows, I could see anyone using these windows, at anytime, anywhere.
In the middle of the room there was a small table beside a simple dining room chair, both created by the same silver flecked mahogany wood.
My feet carried me into my sanctuary and led me to the table where I picked up a fresh scroll of parchment and wrote down everything about this 'The Invisible Flame' curse. There was nothing but silence except for the uncanny scratching noises from my eagle feathered quill. I even noted on how to pronounce the curse and which way my wand should rotate.
Without warning a loud crack snapped and through the small cloud of smoke I saw another one of my father's slaves.
"Yes?" I questioned, my quill poised to continue writing as I glared intensively at the worthless pile of rags that practically smothered the little house-elf.
"Master Malfoy wishes you to prepare for dinner for it is nearly six o'clock and his dinner guests will be arriving soon." The miniature elf whispered, as if it had said something purely evil.
Voldemort must be coming, or another set of my fathers 'business' associates. Just what I need, Pansy will be around then…oh bloody fucking hell.
"Mister Malfoy? He also requested you wear your finest robes for it is tonight you will propose to Miss Parkinson."
I stood up in shock, I wasn't even expecting this to happen, not yet, and it's too soon.
"Very well elf, please send us to my room for I believe it would take me quite some time to walk back there." I replied brusquely, hiding my shaking hands.
--------------------------------------------At Dinner-----------------------------------------------
"May I present the only Lord fit to overrule, the one we all follow and the one man who will rid the Magical World of muggles, the Dark Lord, may I present Lord Voldemort." The ancient vampire introduced as a pale, spider-like man stepped into the exquisite and elaborate dinning room.
We all rose from our seats and bowing curtly towards Voldemort, waiting for the permission to sit down once more.
"You may be seated my loyal servants." The Dark Lord ordered softly, his red eyes burnt like hot coals as he took the highest seat around the table.
There were only three families here at the dinner, the Parkinson's, Zabini's and of course the Malfoy's. I sat across from the ugly, pug-faced Pansy and next to my best friend, Blaise. All the fathers sat right next to Voldemort and the mothers were position at the end of the table, Pansy, Blaise and I were seated right in the middle, eating silently, while our fathers discussed 'business' and our mothers discussed the size of their fortunes.
I couldn't help but dread the moment our families finished the twelve-course dinner, I was using my fork to jab random bits of the largest piece of boar lying on my plate with my right hand while fiddling with the box that contained Pansy's ring.
"May I have your attention," silence fell as the sinister red-eyed man stood up from his intricate designed chair, actually it was more like a throne.
"Now I believe our young Mister Malfoy will be taking the stand and ask something that I am sure will delight all." Voldemort hissed softly, I felt every pair of eyes fall upon me as I stood and strolled around to that cow Parkinson.
"Pansy Parkinson, daughter of Maria-Ann and Albert Parkinson, tonight, as I kneel before you, I ask, for the sake of love, will you marry me?" I spoke to the undeserving slime, kneeling on one knee and presenting her will a silver ring, the diamond and emerald's on it bigger than her IQ.
I didn't say the speech for her, I said it because of my inexcusable, insignificant father, who made me take the plunge.
"I accept your proposal Draco!" Pansy squealed barely containing her excitement.
Damn it. Why do I have to marry this bloody ugly whore? I hate her and I wish Pansy would drop off the face of the earth.
"Now that, that's done, I must say my beloved Draco should go to bed now, as should everyone for our progeny leave for their final year of Hogwarts early tomorrow morning." My mother, Narcissa spoke up, smiling widely at the moment.
"Oh yes, Narcissa, I suppose I shall be off now." Blaise's father smiled too, as he bid farewell to everyone and without another word Apparated with his family.
"Yes, I think we shall leave to, we don't want your son's fiancée to not get her beauty sleep." Albert Parkinson followed suit and disappeared with an audible popping noise, pursued immediately by the two other Parkinson's.
"Now since everyone else is gone, may I stay the night Lucius?" Voldemort inquired, knowing his answer.
"Yes, my lord. Now Draco you have my permission to go to your quarters and get some rest." Lucius swiftly dismissed me with a flick of his hand.
"Oh yes, I'll go to bed, once my business is sorted out." I snickered, exiting the dining room and making my way up to my sanctuary.
The time has come…