There are those hearts that never mend again, once they have been broken. Or if they do heal, they heal in the crooked way and lopsided way, like they were sewn together by a careless craftsmen.

-The Tail of Desperaux

This was the beginning; the start of the avalanche of bad choices. I stormed through the halls of Hogwarts, knocking people out of the way. My heart was broken and bleeding, all of the cracks beginning to fill with hate and lust for power; the lust to dominate the people who "killed" my mother. But there was a small part of me that knew it wasn't their fault, that disease was something out of people's control. However, that was a very small part of me and I chose to lock away, along with my conscience and reason. I know what you must think of me, but try to remember, Dear reader. This is not a story of some heroic boy who made all of the right choices. It's about a broken boy who did everything wrong.

I had not cried since the day mother left, not a single tear. I had thrown things, smashed things, yelled at things. I had turned into a monster. Sweeping into the common room, I piled books onto a desk. Muggle Annihilation. Famous Dark Wizards. Pureblood Supremacy. Dark Spells. I had to do something, I had to get revenge. I would do whatever it took to bring them down, to wipe them off the face of this earth. I would receive all O's, learn every spell there ever was, and join anyone just to destroy that filth.

I opened the copy of Dark Spells and began to read. I don't know how long I sat there. I don't know how long I read. I was immersed in the book, in all that it told. I felt a sick satisfaction crawl up my spine. "This will work." I whispered to myself. Suddenly, a small, white hand crept up and gently shut the book. I felt another hand rest on my shoulder.

"You weren't at dinner." Cissa said.

"I'm not hungry." I barked. It startled me how hoarse and gruff my voice sounded, like it wasn't even mine.

Cissa said nothing and leaned her head on my shoulder. She whispered in my ear, "I know, Lucius. I know." Her hand went to cover mine. I felt an overwhelming calm rush over me, a temporary substitute for the lust and hate.

I turned and placed my head on her shoulder, letting the silent tears run down my face.

"It's okay to feel hurt, Lucius. It's so much better then all of this anger…" Cissas' voice was soothing and calm but her words stung.

"I'm not going to stop doing the right thing, Narcissa. They deserve to be punished. They deserve to die. It should've been some muggle…Not my mother…" I turned away.

She gently turned my head to face her. "I need you to try and listen to me, Lucius." She smiled, a small sad smile, her fingers stroking my cheek, the other hand still holding tightly to mine. "Many that live deserve death, many that die deserve life. But can you give it to them?" she paused for a moment and swept a piece of hair from my forehead. "Do not be so quick to deal out death and judgment. You're not a killer, Lucius."

I let her words sink in and I nodded. "I will try, Cissa….I will try my best." She smiled and kissed my cheek.

"She's proud of you, Lucius. I know she is." I smiled and wrapped my arms around her. I knew she was telling the truth. Cissa would never lie to me. As I hugged her, I noticed something, something that wasn't there before. A certain feeling in my gut. It wasn't that old protective feeling. It was something more. "No. Stop it Lucius. She's a baby, for merlin's sake! She's like a sister to you. You can't be falling for her." I thought.

"I will always be here for you." She whispered.

"Thank you, Cissa. For everything." I looked into her eyes. She looked tired. "You should go to bed. I'll be along in a minute." She nodded and gave my hand an extra squeeze before gliding up the stairs.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, I felt lighter, happier, like my heart was starting to piece its self together again. Maybe Cissa was right, I'm no killer. It's not my place to decide who live and dies. I began to gather my books. Suddenly, the common room went dark. Someone grabbed me from behind, their sharp nails digging into my skin, their other hand covering my mouth.

"I've been watching you, Lucius." A woman's voice hissed. "Is your hate as strong as I think it is?"

I did not reply. Her nails dug in harder. "Answer me!" She shrieked. I nodded.

"Good boy." Her breath was hot on my ear. "Come with me." She dragged me along with her, roughly. We zigzagged through corridors, or what I thought were corridors. I slowed my breath. I would not show fear. I held onto my wand tighter.

We stopped moving. The room was cold, and I could still see nothing.

"My Lord, I have brought another." I heard the woman say, her voice at a husky purr now.

"Well done, Bellatrix. Bring him to me, I wish to speak with him alone." A high, cold voice spoke. I was in shock. Bellatrix was the woman? Something was wrong.

I felt her push me into a room and I heard the door click shut. I was alone. Alone with this…Man. The charm was lifted and I could see. The man had his back to me, a long black cloak draping his small frame, he was tall, his long white hands twirled a bone colored wand.

"What is your name?" he asked, his voice demanding respect.

I was in no mood to be bullied. "What's yours?" I asked, sneering.

"My name is not of any importance." His voice was calm but there was an underlying anger, an uncontrolled rage that made my blood turn cold. "I will ask you once more. What is your name?"

"Lucius Abraxas Malfoy." I stated, proudly.

"Ah, A Malfoy. You are of a very noble bloodline." He turned to face me, most of his face still covered. I saw red eyes gleam from under his hood. "Your mother is deceased, correct?" his voice was almost taunting.

"Yes." I growled.

"Such a shame that she succumbed to a muggle disease. Such disgusting creatures, don't you agree?" I nodded and continued to watch him. He seemed unfazed. "You are a smart boy, Lucius. A strong and pureblooded wizard. How would you like to be a part of something? Something big?"

I raised an eyebrow. "What kind of something?"

"The perfection of this world. The annihilation of filth. A chance to avenge your beloved mother." He was in my head, searching for something. He riffled through memories. He was there when my mother died. "It's all their fault, Lucius. They deserve to be punished." He said. He was there in the common room. He pointed to Cissa. "She is wrong, Lucius it is your choice." He said. "They will take her away, just like they did your mother. You have to protect her, snap her out of her ignorance."

I felt him pull out of my head. "Think of all of the wrong that they have done, Lucius. Think of your poor mother. It is your duty to do this." He said. "Think of how powerful you will be." He was circling me now.

I felt the old hate for the muggles come back, my cracked heart once again being filled with lust and hate. But Cissa's words still rang in my head. "But I promised her, I promised her that I would try…" I thought.

"This is for her, Lucius. You're saving her. You're saving all of us." He hissed.

"I will do it."

Cissa's warning left my head as he took my arm and branded me. I was branded with the mark of the devil and there was no turning back.

-Thanks to MarianaNM for reviewing! P.s This chapter takes place in the beginning of Lucius' fourth year, Narcissas' second. Oh! The quote that Narcissa said, "Many that die deserve life, and many that live deserve death. But can we give it to them? Do not be so quick to deal out death and judgment." It's from Lord of the Rings! Gandalf says it, I think. -