A/N: Coming with a new idea again, after feeling a bit stalled with my other fic.
Heads up, anyone sensitive towards the topic of abuse... it's in here. Abraxas is not a kind man.
Let me know if y'all like this~
I'm thinking I might cover the first two years at first.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

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AUGUST 23rd, 11 YEARS OLD

A week- It finally was here!

Excitement bubbled up within him, as he raced towards the Entrance Hall of Malfoy Manor—"Father, I—" He promptly shut up, screeching to a dead halt. His father had company over, and he almost had interrupted all three of them. Luckily enough, the shoulder hair length platinum blonde had been considerable distance from his father, Abraxas, when he had started to blurt out his words.

Fear overcame him. That'd been way too close; considering, depending on his father's mood, what sort of punishment he would receive for unruliness.

The 11-year-old wisely backed up, merely now poking his head over the corner, watching his father.

A laughing Abraxas—showing the contrast his son usually saw him with—was among the small group, the other two being Cyngus Black and his wife.

"Then it settled then! I'll see you two at the party."

Cyngus smirked. "We all know we're celebrating a Slytherin boy."

"Oh, no doubt in my mind," Abraxas immediately answered with a grin, but cold eyes, much like a certain someone later on in life.

"Goodbye, old friend."

"Goodbye, Cyngus."

Once they left, Abraxas sighed, letting his grin fall from his face. Sometimes, people were just too much to deal with. I think I'll get a drink to wind down… His wish wouldn't fulfilled however as he stopped in front of his son with knitted brows, staring him down. "…What is it, Lucius?"

Relief entered through the boy's eyes—I was ok! I won't be beaten. Avoiding his father's temper had always been number one priority, but he was very stubborn and endlessly pursing ways to try to learn, or get out of trouble. With a heartfelt smile, the little Malfoy held up his school list. "Father! Can we go to Diagon Alley!?"

Abraxas studied him closely, huffing. "Child, be careful on how gleeful you are… Don't piss me off, I've had a long day with the Blacks…"

Lucius looked a bit put out, shifting a bit on his feet. "Sorry, Father."

Abraxas motioned lightly to the door. "They'll be coming tomorrow for the party, for your schooling, a Happy Farewell Party."

Lucius pulled a face. "Will that stupid girl be—" WHACK! The boy fell to the ground, now holding his cheek, looking fearfully up to his father. Oh no, I-I… did say too much. Rude too, but he didn't care much.

Abraxas stood over with his hand still pulled back, aiming for another, but his son flinched. "Have more respect for your future wife!"

"B-But! She's mean to me!"

Abraxas sighed heavily, stepping back now. "And? She'll grow out of it, boy. Plus, we do not—" Another slap, harder this time. "—insult women. It's unbecoming for a Malfoy."

Lucius rubbed his face, scowling. "Why do you hit me, Father!?"

Abraxas yanked him up to face level. "Because you're an annoying little brat."

His son's eyes broke at that explanation. "O-Oh."

The older man let out a sigh, looking away. "I… probably shouldn't have put it like that.." He mumbled, now sights definitely on alcohol. "Meet me down here in 15 minutes…?" He trailed off, his voice distant, not even bothering to wait for Lucius's acknowledgement, merely going off into his own direction.

The little boy ran off, quickly to his room. Best not to keep him waiting… He reasoned within his mind, as he made sure his appearance was more than exceptional, least what he thought was that. He was eleven… He put on his cloak, even grabbing a sketchbook as he looked in his bathroom's mirror again. He smiled with a big grin—as he hoped down from his stool and raced downstairs. He stopped right near he was previously, goosebumps slightly on his skin as he waited for his father.

…Would his father be drunk? Because that always seemed to let loose the slight insults, or the slight physicality aspect to it all. He braced himself—

Abraxas came out, his hair smoothed down, and his cloak on, as he stopped before the boy. He dug out a flask, taking a swig from it. ''Alright.. you seem ready..'' He yanked the cloak a bit on his son so it'd looked slightly better. "There we go, we can't have you looking like a downright slob, now can we?"

Lucius moved his mouth into a pout. "But it was fine!" He instantly regretted that because his father got into his face, "B-BUT IT WAS FINE!"

The boy winced, stumbling a bit backwards from the yell.

Abraxas stared at him with disapproval. "We must work on your sassiness.. It's getting you in constant trouble with me, Lucius…"

"Yes, F-Father…" He replied meekly.

"Now, come." Before Lucius could latch onto Abraxas's hand, the elder Malfoy latched a reprimanding hand on Lucius's shoulder, none too gently. A wince went through him as they now walked outside going past the Gate to the Manor, and then disappeared.

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London—

It was always full of life, children and adults talking and laughing. The buildings happily provided different shades of colors seemingly giving more life to the city. Lucius loved seeing how busy it could be, giving all sorts of insight into the lives of others—but an all too familiar shudder went through him, as they passed by the multitude of people.

They're Muggles, they would betray us in a heartbeat, if they could.

Lucius grimaced a bit, Why are people like that? It saddened him as he thought on it, before his view was finally filled with the Leaky Cauldron, which also seemed a bit filled with life. It's like when I—No, he couldn't think on that person. Not his former friend. The boy shoved those thoughts away into a box deep within his mind, as he brought his focus back to the present, now realizing they were in Diagon Alley—The streets were bustling with activity, students and parents mingling about, excited for the upcoming school year.

His eyes widened as he studied the little intricate details as they passed by the various shops, as a small smile bursted onto his face. Oh, he couldn't wait. They had only gone here a very select few times and that was only recent. There were other Wizarding outlets for the elder Malfoy, until he realized the boy was about to start school after the summer. He had managed to least get a couple of things for the boy, at urging from the wife.

Abraxas halted once they were near a bench, then slid onto it. "Alright, boy. You've already gotten some sweets and an owl…What else you need?"

Lucius set down his sketchbook and the required tools for it onto the bench, as he dug out his school list and started to scan it. "Okay… books, robes, a wand, some potion related supplies."

Abraxas drank more of the firewhiskey from his flask, as he looked around. "Hm… We'll go get your wand first, boy."

Lucius's eyes grew big. Now, he'll get to have a wand!

Of course, he had to tone down his excitement lest he embarrass his father by running off first, so when Abraxas was ready, the boy followed with a spring in his step. His eyes shined as they started to walk into the store. Ollivander was cleaning the shop a bit, but quickly did a doubletake upon seeing the two platinum blondes, knowing instantly who they were.

"Ah, another Malfoy comes." A soft smile came upon Ollivander's face. The Malfoys had always been a peculiar bunch, over the years.

Abraxas motioned for the boy to step forward, and he did so. "Yes, sir, I'm Lucius."

"Well-mannered too, I see," Ollivander chimed, as he set his broom over to the side with the dustpan on the floor. Enough cleaning for now.. With a few steps, the wand-maker stepped over his counter, going behind it, eyes scanning the wands for what could be a good fit for the youngster. "Let's try this one... Applewood, seeing as you come from an ambitious family, young Malfoy." He said, digging it out and handing it to the blonde.

Lucius studied the wand a bit, before trying it out, giving it a small flick. He nearly bounced backwards as an object suddenly caught aflame in Ollivander's shop, and the owner had to do a doubletake, before pulling out his own wand to put it out. The Applewood grew suddenly warm, as if it was angry, and Lucius had to drop it with a yelp. Gods! What's wrong with it? His vision flicked up as Ollivander started to speak, "Interesting…" Ollivander flicked his own wand to make the wand fly back into it's former container now. Once again, the man searched, now pulling out another container. ""Let's try an Aspen." He delicately handed it to the boy, who took it.

Lucius waved it, and instantly, little loose pieces of parchment started to dance around, and then immediately exploded quite violently. He blinked. Well, that was confusing.

"Not quite… " he said, as he held out his hand and muttered to himself. It took a little bit longer, but now the wandmaker got something from the back, now returning to the front. "Try this one. Fir. You're proving to be a bit difficult, young master Lucius…"

"D-Does that mean I won't get a wand?"

Ollivander chuckled, shaking his head. "No, my dear boy… It just takes a little while depending on the witch or wizard."

Lucius nodded, determined in trying to be patient. He took the wand from the other, now flicking it towards the wall this time. All the three males ended up flinching due to the loudness of all the windows shattering inwards. Abraxas huffed, feeling fortunate that no glass got near him. Though if glass got near Lucius… He'd deserve it. He thought nastily, resisting to take another swig from his flask. Lucius let out a huff, as he straightened back up.

"Just don't move you two from your spots, while I clean it up…" Ollivander said, getting up from behind the counter where he attempted to shield himself. With a flick, the windows magickally repaired themselves. "Phew.. I daresay, That was more entertaining than the fire," He joked a bit, making Abraxas snort.

"Oh yes, a glass hazard building would be quite interesting," He said sarcastically, his inhibitions lowered at this point. Though the words still sounded graceful coming from his lips. Though I wouldn't doubt Muggleborns wouldn't benefit from such a thing. He held back a chuckle.

Ollivander just went on as if he didn't hear the Elder Malfoy, his task much greater than worrying about how the father felt. No, the son needed to have the right type of experience in order to succeed throughout his life. He furrowed his brows, pausing by one particular one, carefully pulling it out. "Now… this one has, ironically, been rumored to be only for purebloods, and considering…." He smiled a bit, lifting his brows looking at the Malfoys, before opening the box.

Lucius beamed, as he took the wand out. He stared at it, blinking, feeling a sort of pull towards it, feeling what seemed like a little ball within himself, and it grew outwards, leaving him feeling quite warm. The wand glowed as if happily, and the boy's eyes lit up in an excited way as he felt a flow within himself and through the wand as well.

"Elm. That was an Elm one too…" Ollivander mused, looking at Abraxas. "Same as your wand."

"Oh, but of course,'' Abraxas said sure of himself, and his lineage. "And it may seem true about the Pureblood rumor, my dear fellow…" Thank the Gods, we're almost out of here. He stepped forward, putting a few Galleons on the counter, and Ollivander smiled a bit strained at the other man.

"Perhaps. Perhaps not," He quipped, but not in a sarcastic fashion whatsoever.

"Come, Lucius," Abraxas called, moving away, and leading the way out of the shop. He breathed in the fresh air, smiling a bit as he now out of there and finally took a swig of his alcohol. "Bloody hell, boy, I thought you would spend an eternity in there." It wasn't meant to be entirely scathing, but it did ultimately come out as such.

Lucius looked a little put out by his father's words, as he looked elsewhere. "Where next, Father?"

Abraxas was looking elsewhere, towards a darker part of the Alley. "See that bench over near the ice cream shop?" He said a bit distantly, knowing he couldn't just tell where his son where he was going. When he's a touch older, then he'll be allowed to know. When Lucius acknowledged him, he continued, "Be there once you're finished with getting your robes. Do not move from that spot, or there WILL be consequences," His voice turned icier as he had stated the second part of the sentence. Looking at his son now, he lifted his eyebrows. "Do you understand?"

…Why did his father have to be so strict? Lucius averted his eyes, flushing a bit. "Y-Yes, Father." He said clearly. His vision jerked back to the other blonde as he felt his chin roughly grabbed. It jolted him.

"Look at me when I'm speaking to you, boy." He snapped, clearly not in the mood.

Lucius nodded quickly and silently. "Good, now I'll see you later," Abraxas told him, now slipping away after dropping some galleons into the boy's pocket, letting the pre-teen let out a trembling sigh. He stretched his jaw a bit, as he now straightened out his sketchbook within his fingers, deciding to sketch a small scene—His eyes fell onto some buildings with a few shapes or angles to them. Perfect. He studied them closely, then started to draw it out, silently. Wizarding buildings are always so much fun! He thought, as he now put the smaller details in, doing a quick outlay of how it looked. He'd fill in the details later when home. He smiled down at the start of his work, knowing how much art seemed to calm him. Soothed him.

Noting that the galleons had been dropped into his pocket, He dug them out, and walked towards a shop now with the words MADAM MALKIN'S in big letters, as he weaved through the thick traffic that day. He huffed as he finally got past the traffic now relieved when he entered the shop, a ding above indicated his entrance to the shopkeeper.

"L-Lucius?"

Lucius's stomach tightened as soon as he heard the name and voice—a last ditch hope inside him that it'll be someone else, and not him. He kept his vision forward staring at the empty spot behind the counter; the shopkeeper must be in the back, he figured. He swallowed hard, now trying to slither away to look at the displayed selections, his body shaking with a mix of anger and regret. His heart pounded. But, his efforts were dashed as the red-brown haired boy seemed to pop out of nowhere in front of him. "Long time, no see, Mike.." He nervously said.

"Just because my parents don't like you doesn't mean we can't be friends anymore…" Mike said quietly.

Lucius shot the boy a hateful look. "Because of you, I got beaten by my father." He said with a tone of hurt and cold, all in one.

Mike shifted his vision to the floor, about to say something, but that's when his father and mother came over. "Mike, we should get going," His mother urged, catching eye of Lucius, frowning, who scowled at her.

"Yes… The boy's father no doubt looks down upon us, and we don't need that, remember?" He said gently towards his son, despite Lucius being right there.

Lucius's fists clenched. "Just because my father—"

Mike's father cut him off abruptly. "Didn't you yourself almost call Mike the slur? What is it again?" He insisted, scrutinizing gaze boring into Lucius, as if cutting a gaping hole.

Gods, he forgot how much he absolutely loathed the man. The pureblood looked behind him to see if the shopkeeper returned; she hadn't. "Mudblood," He muttered underneath his breath.

The muggle father nodded, furrowing his brows. "Yes, that's it," he sneered, pulling Mike away from Lucius, as they hurried to the front counter now. As if on cue, the shopkeeper finally came out, starting to talk them, which made Lucius's blood boil even more. Oh! Only if he could have them all kicked out! …At least the parents; he had mixed feelings about Mike, though more and more his father's influence was threatening to swallow him up whole on the matter.

The platinum blonde could only find himself to be able to relax once the boy and his family was gone out of the shop.

"If you could please come over here, we can get started with your measurements," Madam Malkin called, smiling gently, and entirely oblivious to what had gone on.

Frozen. That's what Lucius was, until he forced himself to step over to her.