Prologue
July 1982
A toddler with white blonde hair stumbled across a perfectly manicured lawn. His chubby little arms are outstretched as he tries to catch the bubbles which were pop pop popping from the end of his mother's wand. The bright sunlight sliced through the bubbles creating rainbows.
"Get them Draco, get those bubbles", Narcissa's soft voice sang out as she shot more bubbles from her wand. Hearing his mother's voice Draco turned clumsily, swayed, and landed on his knees, he shrieked with delight. His bright blue eyes gazed at his mother adoringly, he stretched his arms up and she swooped down and picked him up, spinning with him as he whooped and laughed, her gleaming white cloak was adorned with golden roses which glinted with sunlight as she spun with Draco in her arms. They span until dizzy and then slumped to the grass, cuddling, and watching the clouds. Draco fell asleep holding his mother's hair in his hand, his head lolling on her chest.
Lucious Malfoy and Severus Snape stood in Lucious's study, their expressions dark, foreboding. The sunlight streamed through the cathedral-sized arched windows.
As he watched his wife and son from the window, he sighed defeatedly. "You are sure that this, this prophecy is Draco's?" He said to Snape.
"I am, it is clear," Snape replied quietly.
"We are one of the oldest pureblood families in history and definitely the wealthiest. How can this be possible, for what purpose!" Lucious erupted. "I will not have it!"
Lucious pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. "The dark lord has done this himself. It is his will? There is no other way?" He was quiet again, almost whispering, paranoid in case the Dark Lord could somehow hear him from wherever he had exiled himself.
"It is so, it cannot be undone," Snape replied coolly.
Lucious fists tightened, "Do we know who she is? The prophecy isn't clear."
"No, we do not know," Snape responded.
"Draco can never know, he will never ever know. He has to agree surely? He has to be accepting of the half-breed in the first place for them to be able to conceive this abomination!? I will not allow this. That is the end of it!" Lucious shouted.
Snape, didn't respond. The blue sky was swiftly disappearing, replaced with thick dark clouds. The rumble of thunder sounded overhead. Lucious watched as Narcissa scooped Draco up and bounded across the green lawns, back towards the house. Her beaming smile faltered on her pretty, sharp-boned
face when she noticed Lucious's grim expression. The future was in fact set then. Fate is inexorable.