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Lucius Malfoy's Biggest Secrets

He was always a rich, pampered boy and always had everything he wanted. But, when he went to Hogwarts, suddenly none of that mattered. He was just a small, insignificant first year and none of the other Slytherins paid any attention to him and he hated that. Then he met Bellatrix Black, Rodoluphus Lestrange, and Antonin Dolohov and they became his friends. Of the four of them, Bella was the only girl and the only one who was also from an ancient pureblood family. He liked Bella and, for a while, thought he was in love with her.

Then, in his sixth year, he began to notice Narcissa. He knew her before as Bella's sister and later as Severus's best friend but never as Narcissa. It was the year after, when she and Severus stood up to them when they tried to curse Lily Evans did he really start to notice her. He started meeting her in Hogsmead every weekend during her fifth year. He liked her, he really did, and by time he was twenty, he loved her. She was in her seventh year when they got engaged and were married soon after she left Hogwarts. His parents were happy and so was he. After all, she was a Slytherin from a prominent pure blood family and she was really beautiful with her sheets of long, silvery-blonde hair, just like him. And for a while, she was everything to him.

It was around the same time that he joined the Dark Lord. He never regretted joining, because, even after the Dark Lord fell, he was never convicted. And finally, his parents were proud of him for ridding their world of those unworthy to do magic. His prejudices, the ones he'd held since he was born, were finally paying off and he became one of the most loyal servants of the Dark Lord. Then, suddenly, the Dark Lord was gone, defeated by a baby the same age as his son and, he couldn't help it but, he despised Harry Potter, for ruining the world and letting muggle-lovers like Albus Dumbledore and Arthur Weasley run wild once more. And the Dark Lord, the great Dark Lord was gone and suddenly, that Dark Mark on his arm wasn't something that gave him the respect he so desperately desired. Suddenly, the Dark Mark was something that alienated him, something that made people avoid him and refuse to talk to him. So he pretended that it was all a mistake, that everything he did was because of a curse. Then, when Sirius Black escaped, he knew that he was tired of pretending, he wanted to kill.

His parents died just before Draco was born and like all other pure blood males, he never really grieved when they died because, like all other pure blood males, he inherited his father's fortune upon his death. He regretted it later, not learning from his parents because, once Draco was born, he had no idea how to raise him and, all of a sudden, he was responsible for this tiny, perfect little life.

Draco was perfect. Draco was his little boy, his pampered little boy. Then, suddenly, it was time to let Draco go to Hogwarts. And Draco wrote home about Harry Potter, and in an instance, his intense dislike for Harry Potter grew into a deep loathing. And when he met him for the first time at Flourish and Blotts, he finally knew that everything Draco said about the boy was right but a small part of him wanted Harry to be Draco's friend. But he also knew that this was his once chance to take revenge on both the Weasleys and on Harry Potter, so he slipped the diary into Ginny's cauldron, hoping to discredit them for housing a dark artifact at a later date, only that later date never came.

Dobby lived with him since he was little. They grew up together, always him the master and Dobby as the servant but, in a small way, he felt that Dobby was the last connection he had to his parents. Dobby had been his present for his fifth birthday and as they grew older, he grew crueler. But a small part of him still remembered that adorable little elf that his parents gave him and he would never forgive Harry for freeing Dobby, especially when Dobby freed their prisoners and when Bella killed him five years later.

He hated Sirius Black. He'd always hated Sirius Black, even in school. So when he heard that Sirius had escaped, he vowed that, if he ever found Sirius, he'd kill him. Sirius was arrogant and proud and now, he was being called the Dark Lord's most faithful follower, a title any one of them would kill for. And Peter, Peter Pettigrew had to be alive, that was the only reason Sirius Black escaped and he swore, at that moment, he didn't know which of the two he hated more.

Returning to Voldemort was easy. He'd promised lifetime service, hadn't he? But after the failure in the ministry and after he was liberated from Azkaban, suddenly, Voldemort appeared much worse, what Voldemort was doing appeared much worse. And Harry Potter, the Harry Potter that he had hated and railed against, was their only hope in stopping him. And then, all of a sudden, Voldemort demanded the one thing his was never willing to give up. Voldemort demanded Draco and, at that moment, Lucius knew that he hated him more than he hated anyone else and would never willingly follow him again. Because Draco was his boy, his darling boy, and Voldemort was treating him like he was a piece of meat that could be disposed off easily.

The war was horrible, Voldemort having Draco in his service was one thing, but Voldemort in their house, eating off their table, forcing them to bow to his every whim in his own house, in his parents' house, in the house that had been in the family for hundreds of years, was torture. And when Potter turned up and they allowed him to escape, suddenly the torture was much worse. Finally, during the battle of Hogwarts, he made his choice. His family was more important than any debt he owed the Dark Lord, his son was a hundred times more important and when they were finally reunited after the war was over, he vowed never to let Draco go again.

He liked Astoria. She was beautiful and lively and she honestly loved Draco. He welcomed her into the family immediately and, when she gave them Scorpius, he knew that it was one of the happiest moments of his life. But Scorpius…..Scorpius was different. Scorpius was in Gryffindor and was friends with Albus Potter, the son of that Potter Boy and though Draco and Harry made peace after the war, Lucius never liked Harry. But Scorpius was his grandson and he loved him. So when Scorpius married Potter's daughter Lily, suddenly every fear he had when Scorpius was first sorted into Gryffindor was realized and he was related to….to Potter. It was only after he saw the way they looked at each other, after Lily gave birth to their first child that he truly accepted Lily Potter-Malfoy into the family. He never regretted that decision and finally, he was happy.

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