Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Author's note: I am straying a little from my normal format, and this will be short. It's a connector, really. Just the letter from Lucius. Not something I am looking forward to writing, but something necessary nonetheless. I am also going to be finishing my other HP fanfics despite some rude people making comments that were less than kind about them, and I will be starting others as well. To hell with idiots, I will write all the Mary sue fics I want. If they don't like them they can leave, right? Right, anyway, on with the 'letter' and I hope I am forgiven.


Draco,

Oh, you stupid, stupid boy. Look what you've gone and done. Knocking up a mudblood. Oh, the shame. But worse still, you love her.

I thought I raised you better than that. I thought I raised you to be a proud pureblood, that it was okay to fuck those filthy mudbloods if you really needed a shag, but to never care, and yet here we are.

It must be your mother's blood. So many of her relatives turned out to be fools. That daft sister of hers married a muggle. Sirius, her idiot cousin, was best friends with that Potter family.

Either way, what was done cannot be undone. I know that too well, but I can save the Malfoy name.

This child is yours, of course. I only have to look at her to see that. Pity. She looks pure. If I didn't know that her mother was that pesky git Granger, I wouldn't care that she existed. She does have that Malfoy charm about her, but regardless, she is impure, and that cannot be tolerated. I will not have the family name tainted by this, Draco. I WILL NOT ALLOW IT!!!

You were a fool. You thought I never knew about you and the Granger girl. Both you and your mother thought that. Pathetic, really.

Of course I knew. Don't you think I kept track of your every move? Don't you think I knew you would become a fool and betray us? Your own father. Your people. Of course I knew. I, after all, am not stupid, Draco.

However, I never thought you would have the audacity to try to kill me to avenge your whore's mudblood family. Imagine! You, trying to kill me! And you really thought you could do it. That was the saddest part, it really was.

But I digress. The girl. Oh, yes, I can imagine the look on your face. The horror, outrage, anger. I can picture it very clearly in my mind. How humorous.

I suppose you're wondering what I'm going to do to her, aren't you? Simple. The girl cannot be allowed to live.

Don't worry. She is alive: for now. There is something else I want more right now than this girl's death, and after I get it, her death will shortly follow.

I hope this letter finds you well, my traitor of a son.

Lucius Malfoy