Tom Stark-Malfoy : MCU

by MoistJuicyLemon

[1st book] Harry lost. He died at the hands of Vol- the dark lord. We've been at war for years. The death eaters want my head and those at the order secretly wish me dead. If you were given the chance to change the past, would you? I know I would. but. . . now that I am here, nothing is as I remembered it to be. I NEVER SIGNED UP TO BE RAISED BY A MUGGLE! (Draco is adopted by Tony)

27. Red- Epilogue

/A/N: And here is a tiny epilogue, because I personally needed to recover from this wretched thing I did to the father and son pair./

[Draco, you asked me once why I didn't hide, why I didn't leave the house. I stayed, because I knew you would return son. I knew that you would find this place because of the blood that runs in your veins and I couldn't stand the thought of you entering an empty house. Me finding no one at home after returning from an especially tiring meeting with the Dark Lord was enough, and I couldn't let you experience the same. And so I stayed, here where the Dark Lord could find me, but also where you could find me too.

And deep within me, a silent wish that stayed at the deepest recesses of my heart, I couldn't stand the thought of never seeing you again. So just once more was enough and I would finally break the last bond that you have to my damned fate. But I got selfish and forgot all my plans the moment I saw you, pristine as a prince as I always imagined you'd be.

And so I convinced myself that maybe you weren't you. That you were a spy sent by the Dark Lord to coax the diary and cup from my hands. And that there was no bond to break since you weren't my son. So I pushed for one more day to prove to myself that you were truly just a spy. But you were far too real and I couldn't find any faults in the disguise I wish you had; so I kept asking for more days, and time flew by faster than I wished.

But I'm glad that I saw that letter. It woke me up from my pathetic daydream, and I was able to proceeded with my plans before I brought you into any real danger from my selfishness. Forgive me son, for I'm not brave enough to stay by your side. I love you, I always have. Goodbye, my son, mea parum Draco (Latin – "my little dragon").]