A/N: I don't own Harry Potter. Wish I did, because we'd see more of the Malfoys.

The Miscarriage idea stems both from a RP I was doing with my fellow writer, DragonWitchPrincess, and of her Miscarriage story on AO3.
Thank you my friend~! :3
Everything else that happens is mine.

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JUNE 16th, 1973

His thoughts had momentarily slipped back to that previous night—

''So you did want it?"

''Yes,'' Narcissa breathed out, before finally, sliding her eyes shut. She was still horribly drained from what all had happened.

A pit in his stomach formed as he swallowed down a lump in his throat. Fuck. Yes, he fucked up. No, he also did just want to please his Father too, to destroy it so it wouldn't become a botchling. The patriarch struggled to look over towards the shoebox, wondering just how bad he fucked it up. His Father did have a point- but Narcissa had felt awful with what everything that had happened.

When he looked, he almost immediately curled in disgust. Yes, it was disgusting. Malformed.

With a calming sigh sent through his nose, he made himself look again. It was half destroyed by his efforts, looking even worse. A half-destroyed miscarriage…

No... it didn't matter what he wanted, it matter what Narcissa had wanted...

A knot started to form within his stomach.

An Heir.

That was what was most important for the Malfoy Family in general. And I had failed. He almost wanted to yell, kick, and scream because of what had that previous night. He and Narcissa didn't even spare each other a glance as they got ready for the day, a stiff silence pervading over them. The patriarch grabbed his cane finally, being the first to go out when Dobby had announced breakfast was ready.

The meal was significantly awkward, and it didn't help Abraxas actually had the nerve to sit down along with them. Narcissa straight up stiffened, as she continued to organize her plate, and Lucius settled for a cold glare towards his Father.

"Good Morning, Lucius," Abraxas said coolly towards his son, as he now started to eat.

"Father," Lucius said coldly with hatred leaking into the tone, wondering how he could have even the gall to speak to him.

"Did you destroy rest of it?" He inquired, as if Leo's Mother wasn't even there. Narcissa immediately froze from taking a bite of her food.

Lucius sent a look towards his wife, before flickering his vision back to the older Malfoy. "Perhaps, perhaps not," he said evasively.

It was in a way to reassure Narcissa with his evasiveness, but it still sent a chill down her spine. He wouldn't have done it after we had talked, right? Pure doubt coursed through her, but she had to remind herself that she probably wasn't good enough, and that he immense pressure on him. She kept quiet, as she looked at Abraxas, wondering what he would say to that.

Abraxas swallowed down a bite of bacon, before he spoke again, "What, you can't tell me?"

"It was none of your business once you left," Lucius pointed out, trying to remain a cool exterior himself, as to avoid any fights that brutal morning.

"Hm. One could argue that, but I had been involved for a good chunk of the night—"

"ENOUGH, FATHER!' Lucius rose abruptly, unstealthing his wand, as Abraxas did the same. Before either of them could say anything more, a certain mark burned on Lucius's arm, and he paled the slightest bit. "Father…. I must go," he said neutrally, eyes locking with the other Malfoy's eyes. Abraxas relented, lowering his wand and nodded wordlessly. He paused from leaving. "Friendly reminder, Narcissa has one of my protective charmed necklaces with her if you try anything," he smiled coldly before turning around and exiting out of the manor, before he answered the call.

It had only been a couple of years, but one of his younger followers was quickly rising up within the ranks, which made this a perfect mission for the platinum blonde.

He still has the slightest bit of struggle—Voldemort mused as he waited. Hesitation— but he has the coldness to make up for it. And the anger. A smile fell onto his face that nowhere met his eyes, the powerful wizard watched as Lucius came down in apparition smoke that was all Voldemort's lovely invention for his Death Eaters.

His transformation is about complete, made into a perfect Torturer.

Lucius rushed to do what exactly was expected him, and he bowed deeply, kneeling on one knee. "My Lord," he greeted.

"You may stand…" Voldemort told him, watching him closely. Yes, compared to the first few months of being a Death Eater, Lucius Malfoy certainly had improved. Even his form; it was carefully constructed, cold and distant, yet present.

The 19-year-old's stomach flopped. What sort of mission would he be sent on this time? A doubletake and he noticed there were a couple of others.

Leader, again? "My Lord, what do you have me doing this time?"

Voldemort barely motioned to the other two, "They…. will be keeping guard. Lucius… you get to…. interrogate the two."

Lucius blinked. Perfect outlet I suppose for last night… He mused, nodding towards Voldemort. He turned to study the two; they have been new, because their form was still… shaky looking. Usually, more veteran Death Eaters were poised to receive information and ready to go on missions. "They… are still new… to the Cause," Voldemort said, as if he read Lucius's mind.

So… eager to prove themselves, but potentially unsure of their place… He summarized quickly enough in his mind, as he wordlessly nodded towards Voldemort, storing the information in his mind. The young Malfoy was about to reply, ask something else, but that's when the Dark Lord motioned him forward once more.

"Don't… hold back, Lucius," Voldemort instructed, his eyes steady on the other. More encouragement. "I am.. proud… of how far you've come…"

Praise. A nearly unknown thing while he grew up, only his mother had sometimes given it to him— but Abraxas? The parent he looked up to the most? He attempted to keep a smile from creeping onto his face, an action Voldemort did not miss. "T-Thank you, my Lord."

Just like that, the boy laps up what I have to say. "You are… quickly becoming a favorite…"

"I am… it seems," Lucius said with slight disbelief, but mostly proud of his accomplishment, just as Voldemort made sure he felt that way. At least one are of his life was going perfect.

Voldemort seemed like he glided towards the two newbies, motioning towards them in some sort of grand gesture. "I am sure… these two… will no doubt look up to you in time…" He once moved over to Lucius, handing him a piece of paper. "Do not.. disappoint me… Lucius."

He knew the cost of failure, yes. "I won't, my Lord," he promised, as he now read the address several times before passing it along to the newbies. "Read it several times, then burst it up into flames," he instructed, his voice clipped.

They nodded, nervously reading it several times, before doing what the blonde told them to do, the paper whirling up in the air before starting to go down as it magickally caught fire. He smirked a bit, though careful to limit emotion. "Good," he told them, neither meaning it as compliment or otherwise. Finally, he stepped forward, grabbing both of their arms and disappeared.

They arrived soon enough within the alleyway, and Lucius stepped forth first to peer out of the alleyway to watch the streets, as the occasional person went by, laughing and conversing like a drop of darkness hadn't appeared within their neighborhood. Not too bad, the Death Eater observed, as he now looked behind him.

"Follow me," he said in a slightly relaxed cold tone, now that they were away from the Dark Lord. One squeaked in nervousness, and they quickly moved to fall in line behind him. Lucius froze, scoffing. "And do try to be quiet…." He trailed off, as he started to crawl into the shadows of the morning street, straightening up, putting on his best performance. He stole glances towards two to make sure they acted the same, or similar—

They were, enough. Impressive, and here I thought they'd be idiots.

He wisely kept the thoughts to himself, as he continued to walk. He mostly kept his vision forward, as he kept out careful hearing for their footsteps. So far, it was smooth sailing. There would only be only a few blocks until their destination, which he was already running through ideas in his mind for how their mission should be done. Trying to make sure he covered all bases, it wasn't until he heard a child's laughter, did he abruptly get dragged out of his thoughts. It easily made his blood run cold, as he noticed out of the corner of his eye it had been a… family.

It made Lucius frozen to the spot, as he quietly observed them all of a sudden.

The brown haired woman next to the skinny kid kneeled down carefully with the sleeping baby she was carrying, placing her hand on his back. "That's all you get, okay, before dinner."

The equal as brown haired child almost pouted. "But I wanted the licorice too…"

"Let's make a deal?" The dark haired Father offered from the side of his wife, lifting his eyebrows, looking keenly at his son.

The boy's brows furrowed, suspiciously looking at his Father, as he licked his ice cream on the side with a thoughtful look. "What kinda deal?"

The Father leaned down, smiling gently, 'If you eat all your vegetables tonight, and clean your plate, you can have the licorice after dinner, okay?"

The Mother gave him a bit of a stern look, but the Father leaned back up with a grin, as the child giggled happily. "Okay!"

The dark haired male chuckled too along with his son. He too licked a bit more at his ice cream.

Not just any family, a happy family.

Lucius's stomach instantly tightened. Bloody hell. How dare

"Malfoy?"

The whisper of his name nearly startled him, as he took a look at one of the two Death Eaters. "What?" He hissed back. "Go ahead of me. Examine the perimeter, find out where…" He trailed off, mind trying to go back to that family. His gritted his teeth, scowling inwardly at himself. Focus! "—where the exits are. Do not go inside, until I arrive. There will be hell to pay, if you decide to," he said coldly, and they nodded nervously, clearly afraid.

"Good. Now go," he ordered, and they scrambled, as they went forward without him. Relief flooded him a touch; at least they seemed intelligent enough to follow orders. His eyes flickered back to the couple who were now laughing— The husband poked his son's nose with his ice cream, after his son had possibly booped his Father's nose.

Jealousy, pure hateful jealousy, started to pour forth from Lucius as he clenched his cane's snakehead hard. He was miserable, trying to deal with that blasted aftermath…

And here, people were having a good time with both of their children.

He wanted to do something about the rage building forth, and it was as if the couple truly had decided their fates right then and there with their next statement that suddenly bursted forth into the atmosphere.

"Only if magick were real, so I could clean you two up!"

They think they can be better than me? A growl exited from the patriarch's mouth; pure, red hot rage came from his eyes. He was sure they'd burn straight through the two parents, just on principle itself if he were any closer than he was. Their happiness was clearly unaffected by him, and that's what made him finally take action.

The shadows called to him, and he easily slipped into them further, now moving into an alleyway to try to think more clearly. He breathed through his nose a bit roughly, shortened breath anxiously going through him, as he attempted to calm down enough. His mind soon shifted to possibilities, as he studied the environment around him. Finally. Now. The …big scraps of metal, the vehicles… They slowly went by, cutting his vision off from the family bit by bit, alternating.

They aren't too fast… He mused, watching them closely, before sketching out the idea with his mind, before he dipped his head out of the alleyway to look for nearby crowds.

There.

He slipped out from the alleyway, joining near a crowd that was crossing the street. He had to hurry though, since the cars would still be coming through once they were on the other side. He pretended to nod and smile, trying to imitate some of the chatty people in the group as they were all starting to get closer to the happy family.

Blended in enough, the Death Eater moved now when it was the opportune moment to slip into the nearest alleyway right next to his targets, eyes carefully not trained on them. That could give him away potentially; this was all a needed-to-be perfect act. One step done—now the next. Out of the corner of his eye, he observed the location of the boy, and what the traffic status seemed to be like. He didn't have all day obviously, but he felt the absolute need to take care in the situation.

Okay, a car was soon coming down the street—

Lucius made sure to hold his wand tight around its metal as he raised it up and casted the Imperius Curse on the boy, carefully aiming. "Now, that…" What was it again? "…That vehicle looks shiny and interesting, why don't you try to examine it a bit closer?" He whispered, trying to maintain a balance of being too loud or soft.

It had been perfectly said, as he observed the two parents now chit-chatting towards each other, oblivious towards their son who nodded blankly. The Malfoy still held up his wand, but backed up a bit now, his talk now done.

It went like dominoes.

The car screeched to a halt, as the child got hit in the front, enough to make him stumble to the ground a little harshly.

The horror that splayed across the parents' faces.

The ice cream abruptly dropped to the ground. Their feet carrying them over to their crying son.

Their misery.

The lowering of the Death Eater's wand.

Mission accomplished, he darkly thought. By estimation too, it looked like the child didn't get injured too badly, but why did he care? A pang entered his stomach for some reason, as he furrowed his brows. No. Muggles weren't the same as wizards—they had deserved that through and through.

Yet he felt.. the slightest inklings of guilt—

What if that had been his child?

He scowled, hardening his vision towards the display, as he watched it for a few moments. It wasn't long until crowds started to form a bit around the incident. He took that cue as to leave, his mind now shifting towards the mission; he spun a bit and headed towards his destination without another thought on the matter.