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I am very pleased that you enjoyed chapter four. I enjoyed composing it as much as you all loved reading it!
On to chapter five!
Chapter Five
Heaving a great sigh, Draco took in the serenity and beauty of the lake that stood before him. Malfoy Lake. Unconsciously he shoved his hands into his pockets, fixing his eyes on Dylan. Respecting his father greatly, Dylan quietly stood beside him, transfixed with, in his mind, Draco's very uncharacteristic behavior. Fascinated, Dylan watched Draco tilt his head down towards the damp mossy ground- gathering his thoughts. It seemed an eternity until Draco finally looked up, yet again fixing an intense gaze on his eldest son.
"I'm not from this…time." Draco whispered somewhat fearfully. Never quite speaking that truth aloud.
The Draco Dylan was accustomed to, never expressed affection nor fear. Especially fear.
Sensing the apprehension in his father's voice, was staggering for the young man.
Exhaling deeply, Dylan at long last spoke.
"Enlighten me, please."
Leaning on a nearby tree, Draco proceeded to do just that.
"Last night, I was an Azkaban cell. Sentenced for life, for the murder of my father-- Lucius Malfoy. A crime I was wrongfully accused of committing. I tried to make the best of it. I am after all, the youngest wizard to be admitted into Azkaban- if not for my accomplishments, I was to be remembered for that." Allowing Dylan to collect his thoughts, Draco ceased momentarily.
"How old are you?" Dylan inquired quietly.
"Nineteen." Draco answered.
"Please, I'm very intrigued, continue."
Slightly taken aback at Dylan's calm demeanor, Draco did as he was told.
"What else can I say, Dylan? I woke up this morning, I'm sharing Granger's bed. Alexander, who's completely unknown to me pounces me-- my instinctive reaction was to holler. Once I was left alone, I decided to leave. Wanting to get home to Malfoy Manor. But I realized quickly that I was already at the manor. I was very frightened to tell you the truth. I caught sight of Anna, and all of a sudden-- I no longer want to leave. I saw the tears brim Alex's intense silver eyes, and again the urge to leave no longer possessed me. Granger-- Hermione… seeing her again. Well I mustn't get into those feelings with you but just know, feelings I've buried away dug through those barriers. I've had an incredible afternoon. I have two great boys and two beautiful women in this life."
Dylan met his father's intense stare.
"I do not expect you to believe this, because in entirety this sounds ludicrous." Draco continued.
"Mum hasn't smiled the way she did today in so long, such a smile produced simply because you came home. My father has not once suggested that he and I converse. It is I who must always request it. He cared for his work. He cared for the mistress that came often when he thought Mum was not aware. While he was at the office, Mum would weep. Incessantly. He was not there when Anna was born. He sees her once a month. Sometimes he calls me Alex. Sometimes he forgets he has a younger son. The only reason he and I communicate is the mere fact that I am his heir. I speak to him of my problems, and no matter the subject, his only response is a brief nod. I love him. I respect him. I resent Grandfather Lucius for making him the man he is today. My father is a great man, but he is an abysmal father. I resent Merlin for taking my grandmother. I was three, my father loved Mum and I, and he expressed it greatly. But Grandmother Narcissa was taken from us, from him. He closed up, for five years Mum and my father slept in separate wings. He was drunk, this resulted in the creation of Alex--" At his point, Dylan fell to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably.
Pity washed over Draco as he watched the powerful scene before him. Falling to his knees also, Draco placed an arm around the boy's shoulder sympathetically, concern tinting his quicksilver orbs.
"I-I cannot allow my family, your family, to be submitted into painful situations like that anymore. I will not let my mother endure so much pain again. She never deserved that." Dylan whispered hoarsely.
"No one deserves that." Draco pulled his son closer to him.
Dylan looked up, pain consuming his stormy orbs.
"Don't leave."
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