Lucius
The pale skinned, silvery-blond haired young boy pushes his hands to his ears, trying with all his might to block out the sound, eyes screwed up so they hold back the tears that threaten to escape.
He is in a ball on the floor of the Manor in his parents' bedroom; the place furthest away from the awful shouts, screams of hexes and crashing of valuable objects they will later fix with a flick of their wand and a mutter of 'Reparo'.
Downstairs, the boy's father, Abraxas, bellows a curse at his wife, his mind slipping from the fact his son is able to hear him. The woman shrieks, letting out a cry as blood gushes from her right arm.
What made them act like this? the boy whimpers to himself, remembering the times when they were all a normal family.
The times when a certain man named Tom Riddle had not torn them apart, when they had been able to sit and have a dinner and not have it end in tears…
When the world was not wrong when they saw the Malfoys out together, thinking they were a perfectly happy part of the pureblood community.
