A Harry Potter Fanfiction

The Angel

By: Aria DC al Fine

Genre: General/Romance

Rating: K

Disclaimer: Not mine

Synopsis: A New Chronicle: what the little angel thinks about his family and the world he was brought upon. Sequel of Torn Between Two SLASH HPDM

Warning: Implication of SLASH

I loved my Mother.

She was always reading to me when I was young, her smile brighter than the sun, her eyes shining with happiness, her curly moon-kissed hair falling to her face. She was beautiful. If I weren't her son, I would fall in love with her.

But that wasn't the case with him, her husband. My Father. Even as a child, I could see the love glowing in her blue irises whenever she saw him, the ways she showed her love to him by taking care of the house and all his daily needs. But he didn't love her. He only liked her. He always took home various men and/or women home to his bedroom, and my Mother never complained.

Even as a child, I knew that my Father was a bastard.

I never loved him. Admired him, yes, because he used to radiate such power that I wanted to be like him, but he was never close to me. There were few times, though, that he could touch my soul, like the day he taught me how to fly, but other than that, he remained a distant cold figure whom I knew nothing about. Except that he was my Father.

And as I grew older, my respect for him grew thinner and thinner, because to me, what he had been doing – bowing to Voldemort and doing whatever the scaly monster asked from him – had degraded our name, not glorified it, like he thought it would be. Besides, torturing other humans was wrong no matter who they were. Especially when those tortured ones had no other mistake than having a different principle from you.

Harry made me realise that.

I never loved my Father, but I loved her. I loved her melodious voice. I loved her for being there for me whenever my Father made me sad because I was never good enough for him. I loved her for everything that she was. She was an ever-present peace in my live. That still didn't change even after I had fallen in love with Harry and gone to the Light Side. And I was glad that she too, didn't abandon me and kept on sending me letters of love and encouragements, which I knew for sure, would be a very hard thing to do under my Father's hawk-like inspection.

Harry was the love of my life, but my Mother was the person who made me the way I was.

I also knew that my going to the Light had placed her in the worst position ever. She loved me, but she loved my Father too, and now, she would be living in agony, dreading the time she would have to choose between the two of us. I knew about what I had done to her, and it made me very guilty.

I knew it, I knew how badly I had repaid her, but I couldn't go back. We were never a happy family from the beginning. I was content when I was with my Mother, but Harry could make me happy beyond words. I loved my Mother…but…I-I…this ungrateful son…

…loved Harry more.

Forgive me, Mother, but your little angel wouldn't be coming back to your lap again.

A/N: News! I have decided to make a second Chronicle, stories about the Malfoy's and their roles in the War written in their POVs. The first in the Chronicle was Torn between Two, written in Narcissa's POV. The second one could be either The Angel, Draco's POV, or The Demon, Lucius's POV. I will post The Demon later though.

Btw, I have a poll! Choose the title of the Chronicle please!

Angel and Demon Chronicle (cuz Draco is the angel and Lucius the demon, yes?)

Tarnished Silver Chronicle (The Malfoys are rather 'silver', aren't they?)

Bad Faith Chronicle (Well, Malfoy means Bad Faith)

State your suggestion in the Review please!