This chapter is part flash back. I'm not sure whether it says how old Draco is in the flash back or not, but I know it does eventually. Just incase you are curious he's five. I like this chapter a little. It's kind of sad at the end, I suppose. Well, read and review!

Draco

I walked down the long corridors of Malfoy Manor searching for my Father. It seemed nearly impossible to ever find my parents in the manor. I wondered into the parlor, a room my father spent most of his time, drinking of course. Mother would play the organ off in the corner. The room was deserted, but I could hear faint screaming. I kept searching for the screaming and found myself going down the stairs to the dungeon.

The screams became louder and louder with each step I took. As I drew closer to the gated doorway, I could hear my father laughing, sinisterly. Someone must have told him a great joke, I thought. I finally reached the door and twisted the handle, pushing it open. There on the ground lay a man screaming and thrashing around. About a foot away from the man was my father, pointing his wand at the man.

For a short amount of time the man on the ground stopped screaming and my father looked up at me. "What brings you down here, Draco?"

"I-I was looking for you. I w-want to play Quidditch with you," I told him.

He smiled at me. "Go up to your mother and get her to help you get out the brooms. I'll be up in a moment."

I nodded and turned away. My father said a curse in a hoarse voice and the man started screaming in pain again. I turned back around and pushed the hair out of my eyes with a pudgy hand. The man was thrashing once again. My gaze went up to my father's face and he was smiling, SMILING!

"Daddy?" I asked softly. I could barely hear myself over the man's screams and my father certainly didn't. "Daddy," I said once again.

Both men had obviously forgotten I was standing, watching. It was clear my father had forget when the screaming stopped and my father said something to the man in a hoarse voice before saying, in the same hoarse voice, "Avada Kadavera!"

There was a flash of green light and the man lay still. "DADDY!" I screamed, wide eyed, the realization that my father had just killed a man in front of me sinking in.

My father looked up at me surprised etched across his face. "Draco, listen-"

I didn't hear the rest of what my father was going to say to me, as I ran up the stairs, now in search of my mother.

"MUMMY!" I wailed, my voice echoing in the manor. "MUMMY!" I screamed.

Soon I found my mother and she embraced me in her arms seeing my tearstained and frightened face.

"What's wrong, my dragon," she whispered to me and rubbed my back.

"It's Daddy. H-he…" my words were caught in my throat.

She didn't ask any questions, pestering an answer out of me. I shook in her arms, crying.

The memory faded from my mind as I walked into the cold walls of Azkaban. I was visiting my father, like my mother had suggested. The guard there put a protection charm on me once I entered. She wasn't a dementor; she was a witch, and quite pretty. "Who are you here to visit?" she asked.

"Lucius Malfoy," I said and she beckoned me to fallow her to my father's cell.

"Knock when you're ready to leave," she told me, opening the door.

I nodded and entered the room. The door closed behind me and Father's head rose to look at he. "What a surprise. I thought you'd abandoned all hope in me."

"I have, but Mother said that you where dying, and that I should come and visit you," I said, shrugging slightly.

"Your mother is a great woman, and it still surprises me that she cares so much for me," he said, smiling slightly, going into a reminiscent state. "How's Astoria doing?"

"She's fine. Mother came over yesterday and they planned the wedding. Maybe we could get you out for only a few hours for you to come to the wedding," I suggested.

He gave a slight look of disgust. "Weddings were never my taste. I must say, I regret not being able to attend yours, as you are my own flesh and blood. A father should attend his own son's wedding, but I am rendered incapable."

There was a moment's pause before I replied, "I'd rather not even have it."

"Why, is something wrong with Astoria?" he asked. "It was a struggle to get her. Do you not love her?" I shook my head. "My dear boy you will love her in time. In fact your mother and I weren't much of lovebirds until you were born. I'm sure in time, when you have your own son, that you will love her."

Father stood from the small ledge. He did appear weak as he stood in front of me. "Mother seemed to have loved you for a long time."

"Ah, yes. I believe she harvested a small crush on me," he replied with a slight smirk and a wink. "I don't mean to make you uncomfortable, but I must ask, how is your sex life with Astoria? I do expect a grandchild."

I knew I had a shocked look when he asked me that question. "I-it's quite fine, Father, but I don't think I'm ready for a child just yet."

He nodded at me and sat back down, obviously growing too weak to stand. "Yes, yes. I understand. In time, you'll be ready."

He patted the spot next to him, wanting me to sit, but the disgusting condition of the bed told me not to. I had to, though he was my father. "I can't marry Astoria."

"Why not?"

"When ever I'm around her, I feel, old… Like I shouldn't touch her the way I do."

"Would you like some advice?" he asked me. I nodded, in desperate need of help. "I didn't want to marry your mother, so I went out and slept with another woman." I looked up at him wide eyed. "No, don't go jumping to conclusions. I went and slept with another woman, and that took away the feeling I had towards marrying your mother, because it made me feel guilty about cheating on her. Your mother and I were friends in school, and I just couldn't handle the feeling that I was marrying my friend, a woman I only saw as a friend. After cheating I no longer had the feeling of disgust toward marrying a friend."

I nodded and stood up. "I should leave," I said and knocked on the door, leaving the cell once it was open.

The next day while reading the Prophet, Astoria came into the room and sat across from me with a stern look.

"Draco, your father's dead."