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i dont think i did too well on this chapter...poor lucius


Draco looked up the clear blue sky. It was amazing how even though millions were dying each day, the sky was still blue.
There were no clouds, no cries of dying people and no sadness. It was just blue.
He gazed at the sky. When he died the sky would still be blue.
Life would still go on. The thought of this made him smile.
The War really didn't matter, and he couldn't change it if he tried.
It really didn't matter to him though.
There would still be the blue sky and life would go on.
"I left my home" Bailey said smiling lopsidedly, "when I was fourteen"
"Why?" Harry asked. She turned to look at him leaning against her rifle.
"I didn't fit in anymore" she sighed.
"Family is the most important thing in the world," Harry said quietly.
"No Harry, love is," she said smiling.
"Your family is always there for you no matter what"
"I wish I realised that when I was fourteen" she said wryly, "If I could turn back time, I would never have left my family"
There was a slight pause. Harry looked at her left hand that she was clasping gently.
"You're going to get married?" he asked. Running a hand over her engagement ring she nodded.
"After this war, I'm going to get married"
"Do you think it'll ever end?" he asked frowning.
"It will, have hope Harry, have hope" Bailey said ruffling Harry's hair before leaving.
Lucius saw his son lying on the green hill.

'He's going to die before me…' he thought sadly. Draco was fighting hand-to-hand combat while Lucius planned the attacks. He was planning his son's funeral.

"Draco" Lucius said casting a shadow over his son. Draco sat up immediately.
"Yes, father?" Draco said brushing loose strands of grass off.
"Don't tell anyone you're leaving"
"I'm not leavi-" Draco started. Lucius glared at his son.
"Don't make the same mistake I did, leave now while you still have a chance!" he ordered.
Lucius stomped away from his shocked son, furious with himself. His son was going to die and there was nothing he could do about it.

What if his son wanted to die for 'the cause'?
What if his son wanted to stay?
What if his son wanted to tell Voldemort about what Lucius said?

The sound of running feet caught his attention.

"Father!" Draco said slowing to a halt next to his father.
"What boy!" Lucius said angrily.
"About what you said before…"
"Do you want to die?"
"What? No," Draco stammered.
"Do you want to become what I am now?" Lucius demanded.
"Yes I do" Draco replied automatically.
"Liar" Lucius bellowed, "I know you don't want to become what I am! I can see it in your eyes and I can tell by the way you stand. I am your father!"
Draco's expression remained expressionless, as though in a trance.
"Do you want freedom?" Lucius said finally regaining his composure. Draco paused. He stared vacantly at his father.
"Yes"
"Listen carefully" Lucius whispered. That night traitors emerged amongst the Death Eaters.
One who spied and told.
One who wanted to save his son from a lifelong prison.

Lucius had watched from his window as his son was slaughtered like a beast.

He hadn't wept even though he wanted to. He watched the grisly affair of his son being butchered to death without a single tear.
He didn't know how.
Man and Beast were the same to these people, who cared for nothing but power.

Lucius wrote a letter to his wife long before he heard the sound of running feet.
It was a love letter, a thank you letter.
It was a goodbye letter.

As he was dragged out of his study by two pairs of mechanical hands he laughed.

His son had found freedom, somewhere away from the Hell that was home.