A/N: I know it has been forever since I updated. Just so much has been giving me excuses not to write. Family stress, friendship stress and the waiting of my GCSE results (still waiting). This is not actually the chapter I was intending to publish. And I have no intension on making it long. I'm writing it so you all know I haven't given up.
I am writing the next chapter. It in hand at present and in head but I promise it is being written.
I have other projects going on at present which is helping to slow the writing process. I am writing a manga (my beta reader is drawing it) I will soon be announcing the opening of that HOPEFULLY!. Also I am working on other non Fan-Fictions. Fictions of my own creation. –fears-
But Daddy Draco will be finished before this year is out. At the least that is my promise. So sit back and read this short chapter and please stay a fan.
All my love B.Niwa
xxx
Through the Dark shines the light.
It was dark. Needless to say. All dark creatures thrived in the dark. It made it more homely. Perfect for plotting dark deeds.
The dank made it even better. The dank and cold. A low wind blew across the stone floor. The few rats that had made this their home had vacated. They had fled in fear.
The being that now inhabited the dark shadows, was as evil as they come. The rats feared it. The spiders had put up for sale signs in their webs and fled for the sun. Not even a boggart would be found lurking in the shadows.
Even through the dark a small glimmer of light could always be found. Even the darkness of the feared one could not keep that light at bay.
Light as innocent and pure as this would not last forever. Nothing could do that. But it was the light shinning so brightly that kept the carrier alive.
The dark creature was stirring.
Slowly it rose form it, black fold upon the dust covered floor. Groaning it threw of its covers. Through the shadows a skeleton was clearly visible. The dark creature was starved. Its flesh clung tight to the bones. The clothes it wore gave the illusion of weight, but the figure spoke the truth.
It was fast become a walking creature of death and starvation.
Lucius Malfoy. That was the dark creature's name. A name that in the past had struck up feelings of fear, death, and power. The name had long since been suppressed. The name Malfoy had been given stardom. Glory and fame were what followed the Malfoy name.
Draco had done that! He had thrown off his father's old cloak and crafted himself anew.
But now, now Lucius was back. Back to bring fear and destruction to the family name.
And the first step in that task was to eliminate the mudblood, which had wormed its fowl stench into the family's blood line.
Eli Granger!
The thought of how easily Lucius' plan was working out was making the criminal sick with laughter.
How unguarded Draco had left himself and his precious family. And the Potters! What a joke. Putting their daughter close to death had been a pleasant bonus in, Malfoy's warped mind.
Breaking out of Azkaban was the easy part. Security had not been up to code for years, not since before Voldemort's rebirth. Lucius had not been hasty; he had his reasons for waiting.
At first, with Draco rejecting his offspring, Lucius had, had no reason to even look for freedom. But then news of his son's golden fame had reached his cold ears. Draco Malfoy was bringing hope, joy and happiness to wizard and muggle alike. The old newspapers in Lucius cell became a database of the younger Malfoy's glory.
It sickened Malfoy.
He had been saved from a terrible fate, only to endure torture by the media. A fate surely worse than death!
He had escaped, with ease. The remaining Dementor that had spared him would only occasionally patrol his cell. It wasn't in a Dementor's nature to bargain, Lucius did not attempt this. Instead he offered. He offered great power. He knew this Dementor believed Voldemort to still be alive and ready to regain power. It was of course the reason he had been spared. The Dementor wanted Lucius to restore Voldemort. Even if that was not his intension the foolish Dementor's ideas were useful to Lucius' final plan.
So he merely played the right cards.
He convinced the Dementor to leave every necessary door unlocked, for Lucius to escape, then of course to go back and lock them, and raise a false alarm.
The plan worked perfectly for Lucius. By the time the Auror's reached his cell, Lucius was safe on Freeland.
Getting into the Potter's had been interesting. He didn't have much time to plan. News of his escape would soon reach Potter's oh so noble ears. And Potter the perfect person he is, would of course alert his precious friend, that her son's maniac grandfather was on the loose!
But what luck!
Lucius had been lurking in the shadows of Potter's garden, observing the security around boy-wonders home. When he had spotted Potter and his own soiled bloodline, sitting down to a drink in scar heads game room.
There had been wailing not too long before Malfoy's sighting. The children had obviously been put down to rest.
A plan began to hatch itself inside Malfoy's corrupt mind. Draco and Harry both looked relaxed, tired, but relaxed no the less. There was no sign that they where expecting an ambush. There was no sign that they knew he had escaped. Let alone that he was concealed in the Potters own garden.
It was better than he could have hoped for.
The Potters where well aware of the treats against their family and of course had a security system, the latest in fact. A system of Laser wands set up through out the rooms in the house, protecting each room. But like most, the system was inactive when family members where home. This is how Lucius found himself.
"Malfoy. He's Out"
Draco had just stared, at Potter's milk like features. "Who's out?" he asked dumbly.
"Your father. Malfoy, Your Dad's escaped Azkaban."
Lucius had apparated. He had been quite surprised that he still could. He wasn't sure how much power had been drained from his veins. His magic, had not been affected too badly, it had merely become slower, and slightly sloppier. Very un-Malfoy like!
He glanced around at his surroundings. He was in a semi-dark room. There was a dim light nearby, and a faint noise. This noise had a calming effect, that Lucius automatically felt tug at him, and he fought to brush it off.
The sound kindled a memory in his dark heart, a memory of his dead wife. Hadn't she used to hum this tune? Sing it perhaps? But when?
Then?
To Draco?
It was a Lullaby! One enchanted with a sleeping charm.
Turning, he found the source of light and song! A mobile, hovering above a silvery looking crib.
Malfoy smirked inwardly to himself.
Perfect! He had found what he was looking for and it was unprotected!
Leaning low over the crib, He stretched a bony hand into it, but paused when he found two infants sleeping soundly within. The light shining from the mobile illuminated them enough for him to tell which was the obvious victim he desired.
Draco and Harry had been too late. Both men knew they had no way of knowing that Lucius was in the same room as their children. It had been an off-chance that they had decided to check upon Lily and Eli at that moment, when Eli was lifted from his crib.
The next series of events happened to fast to register effectively.
Draco pulled out his wand. Harry pulled out his wand. Lucius pulled out his wand.
Draco yelled. Harry Yelled. Lucius smirked. Lily and the crib went flying against the wall. Harry leapt forwards. Draco spotted Eli in Lucius arms.
"La purete csi le sang termine ice, le sang de boue."
He was too late! Lucius may have been weak but he could still apparate. With a crack, like a whip, he was gone.
Eli was gone!
Draco fell. "Eli!"
Lucius laughed evilly in his own mind. He knew his pathetically worthless son would come to rescue his filthy offspring. Eli Granger, however, could not be guaranteed safety, until that event would come to pass.
Lucius had not made up his mind, of how he would dispose of the smudge on his blood line. Maybe he would make Draco watch.
Maybe he would make the Granger tramp watch!
She was the real criminal in all of this. She had poisoned Draco's mind. Killed the fighter inside him, killed everything that made him great and strong, powerful and dark! Killed everything that made him Draco Malfoy!
She would pay.
Either by never knowing what happened to her beloved son, or by watching, powerless from the front row, as he was stricken from this world.
A/N
1ST off lets just state, I now have my GCSE results and am actually in college surrounded by many more fan fiction writers (all slashers, gotta love um). So I'm leaving that there just to remind myself how long this chapter took me to get done.
Ok so apologies again. This took forever to post. I'm having so much trouble with my writing at the moment. I keep going back into the shadows of no talent and feel useless.
But I love this fiction. I even spent till 3am the other day reading it. I hate half the spelling mistakes in it. I may go back and correct them someday.
I'm also well upset, because I lost the very last chapter to Daddy Draco. So I'm either going to end it differently or just re-write it.
I'm hoping to finish this off in the next chapter or so. So thank you to everyone who has been supporting me, pestering me and loving this story. Please stay a fan.
Also just a random request when you review this chapter, could you tell me what country you're from, I'm curious, because I know a lot of you are from Canada, I want to know where the rest of you are from.
On another note. Could you also tell me if you think I should write a sequel? I may if I reach 1000 reviews (yeah right), but if you guys say yes then I will neways. (Possibly)
Also don't forget the Daddy Draco Homepage (link in file) anyone who can make a decent new layout let me know. And if you want to hear from me you can e-mail me or just give me your e-mail and I will e-mail you myself.