Hearts are complicated things, shadowed with dark and spotted with light.

The year progressed and I fell deeper and deeper into Lord Voldemort's trap. He was captivating, an intellectual, a god. Or, at least, I thought he was at the time. I know now that he wasn't a god, reader. I know a lot of things now that I wish I had known then. But that is not a part of this story. This is not a happy or feel good tail, reader. This is not a story of a knight in shining armor, come to save the day. No. This is my story.

"Kneel." Said my Lord.

We all kneeled in unison, not a foot out of place. A sick smirk of satisfaction glinted across the dark Lord's face. It was times like these when the little voice in the back of my head nagged at me.

There is something very wrong here, Lucius. What would Cissa think of you, Lucius? This is wrong. All wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong.

I should have listened, I should have known. But I didn't listen and I didn't know reader. Not all of us possess the same depth for right and wrong. In my mind the muggles killed my mother and that was wrong. So what was so wrong about killing a muggle? Nothing, reader. Absolutely nothing. Or, at least, that's what I thought.

"You have served your master well in the short time that we have been together." The dark Lord said his voice eerily calm. "So you have earned a little…treat." A something floated out of the shadows. A small, old, muggle man.

Voldemort continued. "You are too young to kill." He said, twirling his wand between his fingers. "However, you are not too young to watch." He paused, eyeing us all. "And you are in need of some entertainment."

The muggle man began to scream and squirm as Voldemort tortured him. A sick kind of feeling crept up my spine. This muggle was feeling the same pain I felt every day, every day I didn't have my mother. It was as if he mirrored my broken heart, a twisted, screaming, ugly thing. Did he deserve that pain? No. But neither did I.

Voldemort set his wand down and stared at the man. All was silent. The man didn't blink, nor did he shiver. He calmly placed his hand on his heart as Voldemort whispered two words.

"Avada Kedavera."

Cheers emitted from the Death Eaters. All of us marveling at the display. I did nothing, I felt nothing. I know what you must think of me reader, go on, think it. I know I am.

"Lucius. You're doing it again." Severus' voice snapped me out of my revere. That day was all I thought about, it was consuming me. I didn't know what to think.

I turned to Severus. "Sorry." I mumbled. "I have things on my mind."

Severus lifted an eyebrow but said nothing more on the subject. He spotted the Mud-blood Evans and stared at her, longingly. I suddenly felt disgusted.

"You are wasting your time, Severus. She is worthless." My voice was cold. "It's people like that that have no place in this world." Andromeda looked up from her work; an angry look crossed her face.

"As a matter of fact. It's people like you, Lucius that have no place in this world." She scowled at me. Narcissa and Severus watched the both of us.

"I have more worth than she will ever be." I hissed.

"You are a heartless pig and worth much less than even that." She countered.

"You worthless cow! You know nothing of my heart!" I shouted.

"I know enough, Malfoy. I know enough." Andromeda stood, he mouth inches away from my ear.

"Give my regards to my sister. I know to what you belong, Lucius." She gave me a look full of hatred and stormed away.

"I have a heart." I whispered.

Cissa stood her eyes unreadable. I felt her small, cold hand cover my chest.

"What are you doing?" I said.

"Just checking, Lucius."

-Well, this chapter was more of a filer then anything. I hope you liked. Thanks to

Offwithyourhead000 and LuciusNarcissa for reviewing! It means so much to me .-