Summary: HBP spoilers! What will happen after Draco appears at the Burrow? What chaos will they endure as they struggle to get along? Will they return to Hogwarts? What romance will bubble during Potter's search for the Horcruxes? And is Snape on the side of the light? Find out in this griping tale. Warning: Slash - HPDM, cross dressing (a few chapters), sex, mentions of child abuse, and character death (it is a war).

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or his friends

Spoilers: Half Blood Prince, OoP, GoF, PoA, CoS, PS

Broken Window

A Journal Entry – I

August 19, 1983

My lovely Dragon today was like any normal day, well as normal as they can be in this house hold. Your father took you aside and trained you to ride a broomstick, since he is leaving at high noon tomorrow I thought that it'd be nice to give you some time alone with him. However, I was wrong. I have forgotten what your father has turned into; he is not the Lucius I love. But in truth I never loved Lucius. I can't love Lucius, and in turn he has become a cynical man.

Upon my return to the garden – I had just received some wonderful Tulips and I wanted to plant them – I saw your father. He must not have been in his right state of mind because he started to hit you, I went over and stopped him, but that was the only odd occurrence in the whole day. I figured I'd show you to the horse's stables tomorrow once your father is gone; I've always wanted to spend more time with you. Yesterday when I gave you a bath you had horrible bruises on your abdomen, you told me you "fell" but I don't recall you falling. Perhaps it was during the private training you've been having with your father; he sure has been taking you into his study quite often these past few weeks. I'm starting to worry if you're going to forget who I am!

I don't quite understand how he's training you; after all, you are very young, just out of diapers. Is it wrong of me to want my husband to leave so that I can invite Severus over? Perhaps I shouldn't talk about my love affair in this journal for you, but I feel it is something you need to know. Hopefully I won't pass anytime soon, otherwise this will get into the hands of Lucius, and I truly don't want that.

It was a pact I made with your father, it was selfish of me. I was allowed to continue my affair with Severus if I allowed Lucius to raise you how he saw fit. How he saw fit consisted of secret meetings in his office and locked doors. Still I'm unsure if I would've changed my mind, you seem healthy and you love your father, so I'm sure nothing strange is occurring. If it was what could I do now? Perhaps I'm a horrible mother, marring young was not what I wanted – and much less having a child at that young of an age.

Don't get me wrong though love, I don't regret having you, however I wish it would've been later. Your father always called me spunky. Severus calls me feisty. Oh I do hope that you get this book when you are at least thirty!

December 21, 1985

The bruises I thought nothing of, the red marks I shrugged off, the burn marks I ignored, the small cuts in your abdomen, the blood on your back were all signs of what was happening. I can't even remember when the first signs started appearing, but then today I walked into your father's study.

He wasn't teaching you anything! He wasn't teaching you! He was hurting you! How could I miss the signs, the bruises, the burns, the cuts… all of it. I gave you a bath every night and it took me this long to realize what it was. It took me this long to take the hints you gave me. The snippets of stories that I knew sounded bizarre. There are only a certain amount of times one can fall down the stairs without someone noticing. There are only a certain amount of times you can fall off your broom. And certainly the number of times you told me those stories should've sent me in alarm mode. But it didn't.

I never realized what was happening inside my very own home. What was happening in my own home… how horrid! How awful! Your father's words to you when I walked in were not ones you should be saying in front of anyone much less young children. The whip the descended on your back. The cries of help.

How dare your father do that to a child, his own son no less! How dare he not tell me what he was doing! I'll destroy my relationship with Severus if it'll stop this! Severus will understand. I don't want my child to be abused any longer.

Lucius doesn't even realize what he's doing because you inherited his trait, the trait that you can't use a scar potion or spell so that any mark on your body is permanent. Any mark that's not cured quickly leaves a white line, a white gash, a white mark. I can't even think straight after seeing that.

I tore you away from your father and took you into the bathroom to wash you up. Your father – as you know – has always taken my wand away trying to confine me into the house; I do have another wand, but I keep it hidden in my robes just for emergencies. Upon taking it out your eyes got wide and I pressed my finger to my lips and you did the same. Your wounds were healed as best I could without arising suspicion from Lucius and after washing you I took you to the stables. Horses have always calmed your nerves and I figured that you needed it, later tonight I will confront Lucius about the situation. If I know Lucius – and I'm pretty sure I do – he will avoid the entire situation and if I bring it up he will yell and try to take Severus away as well as you.

I won't allow him to do that. He can take away Severus, but he can not take you away. I love you more then him, you are my baby boy. You may be spoiled a little bit, but you are so lovely. I'd spoil you over what Lucius does any day. I'm still wondering how long this abuse has lasted, and how I can stop it.

January 6, 1990

At nearly ten years old you are starting to scare me. You look like your father. Talk like your father. Think like your father. But I think there is hope for you yet, I think that despite the arragenged marrage your father has announced I can get rid of it and get you free from him. It is my last chance before you go off to Hogwarts to fend for yourself. Before I possible loose your forever.

How do I talk to you about this? How do I pry you away from Lucius. It's been ridiculous these past few days with you strutting and throwing your head up. You are the world, love… but you don't have to be an arse about it, and most defiantly not like your father. Please listen love… Please… it has been a trying ten years – with the pregnancy and then you being snatched away from me by your father only to be abused by him – however despite that you must (if you already haven't) break away, run away from this household. Never be the cruel man your father was. Even if you run away and never return as long as I know that you are away I'll be elated. I'll be ecstatic because you've gotten away from the abuse.

So when you are reading this if you haven't already ran away, you can go, to Severus's if you must, to anyone's really except your father's or Voldemorts (I truly do not believe that man is dead). If you have to decide on a side don't go with Voldemort go with whatever else is available even if it's just Muggles and house elves!

November 1, 1982

I over heard your father talking about a dark curse, it was suppose to spilt something into several pieces – vague I know – but I missed what he said. However apparently it was split unintentionally. Unsure of what he was talking about I paused at the door to hear the rest of the story. But I could only hear certain words. Something about a mark, and some sort of nonsense about cups and diaries. It sounded ridiculous; perhaps your father is a closet pedophile because he started to talk about a boy he had to find. Quite preposterous I must say. I can't help but wonder exactly how sane your father still is as he rambles about cups, diaries, boys, and books to himself in his study. And what exactly is that loon up to? Probably something dark that he can't tell his subordinate wife about.

My dearest Draco when you get married don't let your wife think of you like a senile, arrogant male – it's not becoming of yourself, or a romance.

He started talking about a mark and how it should've never happened – your father is very vain about his skin and with that disease of his any simple cut leaves a scar.

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Author's Note: Be wary of the new warnings (Character Death has been added). Also I will be off this week so expect a chapter at the end of this week or next week. I already have ideas brewing insert evil laugh