A lot of pain and confusion.

They all just stood there.

In stunned silence.

A silence so thick it stopped the world around you so you were stuck in that moment and that moment alone.

Lucius stood there panting, holding his head in anguish, unaware that all eyes were on him, eyes that were wide, shocked, confused.

What had just happened?

The blonde mans head whirled. His thoughts came jumbled.

"I wish you weren't my father!"

That did it. He went to grab his sons arm, but the second that his palm clasped the shaking boy….

The world bled. His head exploded into unbearable agony, a pain to rival the cruciatus curse, something so strong that he wasn't Lucius anymore, he was just turmoil.

He couldn't take it, he let escape a scream that froze the blood, his hands tried desperately to claw out the pain as they clung to his head.

But then as he staggered back, the pain vanished as soon at it had hit.

And he was left panting.

Trying to regain his head, his thoughts.

Just as Draco was regaining his. Had he, Draco, caused that? Fear, but also excitement tingled through him.

Did he have some sort of power that he wasn't aware of? Could he perhaps perform the cruciatus without a wand? That thought frightened him, wasn't that a deatheater trait?

He heard his mother call out his father's name. "Lucius?"

Narcissa's voice wavered, she stared at her husband, his breathing laboured with pain, she could not make sense of this, but she had to, through it all her instincts as a wife came shining out.

"Lucius? Lucius please, just-"

She was interrupted by Lucius violently kicking the table. They all flinched.

He then turned and stared at his son with eyes full of thunder storms. Draco's instant feeling of what could be described as smugness was splashed over with icy water.

Lucius charged, Draco cringed, Narcissa and Miriam shouted, Miriam who was in to much shock to think of anything to clearly, and once again it happened. The second he roughly grabbed Draco's arm the pain hit him, Draco starred at his father screaming in pain. He couldn't hurt him, he couldn't get near him! Draco couldn't help but smile, and he deserved to.

Lucius once again cleared his head yelling "what is happening here!"

He ran to the mirror suddenly, and starred at it, the mark, it seemed to be pulsating, it was something to do with that bloody mark!

"Did you do this to me?"

He directed at everyone in the room. The silence angered him. "Answer me!"

And Draco did. "Why don't you hit me?"

Now it was Draco's turn to be starred at.

That just frustrated Lucius more. "Hit you-"he put his hands over his face in disbelief at the situation. But Draco wasn't finished; he had a little experiment to try out called revenge.

"Yea, hit, kick me, whatever, something wrong, scared you can't do it"

Narcissa looked in horror, "Draco no! What is the matter with you?"

He didn't listen, he just walked calmly to his father, he had never felt so powerful, "you've done it all my life, why can't you do it now!"

Lucius became blinded with rage, and the pain made his head spin. "Hit you? I'll bloody beat you to the ground!"

He rushed, and he fell back before he could even touch the boy. He looked at his hands. "What is happening to me?"

The man was in turmoil, he rushed from the room.

Draco stood with triumph coursing through him, then he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Oh Draco, what did you do"

Bit of a short odd chapter really. There's so much pain and confusion between all of them it's hard to put it into words!

Sneak peak for next chapter: Draco explains what he thinks is happening, Snape drops by; Lucius is well… very very mixed up.

Thanks to my reviewers!

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