lucius malfoy 🐍 (leucistic) wrote in raveled, @ 2017-08-28 13:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! decade: 1980s, ! decade: 1990s, ! log, lucius malfoy |
WHO: Lucius and Draco Malfoy
WHEN: July 1985 and July 1997
WHAT: Draco is scared and his father tells him a story about Harry Potter
WARNINGS: Angst
REPOST: Hogweeds
"Daddy?" Draco stands next to his parents' bed. There's a summer storm raging outside. When lightning flashes and thunder booms, he shrieks. He looks like a little ghost in the blinding light, white hair, white face, and almost trips over the hem of his night-robes. "I'm scared, Daddy! It's too loud! And there's a Mud-blood outside my window!" "Don't be silly, Draco. They can't get onto the estate. Go back to sleep." A stuffed dragon goes flying and lands on Lucius' face. It puffs out a few harmless, colourful sparks. "Draco, we're not playing Quidditch right now. Can't you wait until –" Another blaze of lightning, another thunderous roar. Draco screams again, hands over his ears, and jumps onto the bed. He crawls right over his father until he's snuggled, safe and warm, between him and his mother. "I want to stay with you! Mummy said you'd protect me!" Lucius sighs. But he gets out of bed, taking care not to disturb Narcissa, and gathers up Draco and his toy dragon into his arms. "Don't wake your mother. Let's go sit by the window." "Okay, Daddy." "Tell me a story, Daddy!" The summer storm is still raging outside. But Draco tucks his knees to his chest and relaxes in his father's arms as he hugs his stuffed dragon. He's never felt safer. If something bad happens, he knows his father will protect him. There's nothing he can't do. "Well? Which story do you want, Draco?" "I like the one about Harry Potter. He's a great dark wizard, isn't he?" "He is, Draco. That's how he must have been able to kill the Dark Lord when he was just a baby." Draco makes a tiny, pouty face as he tries to sneer. "That's stupid! A baby can't do that!" "Harry Potter isn't just any baby. That's why Dumbledore took him away, Draco. He's even more dangerous and powerful than the Dark Lord. One day, he's going to come back to our world. And when he does, Daddy will fight for him like he did the Dark Lord. This time, we'll win, and our family will get to be even more special. "But you can't tell anyone outside this house, understand?" "Why?" "Do you know your Aunt Bellatrix?" "No." "Exactly. Daddy might get in trouble. You don't want the Aurors to take Daddy away, do you?" Draco gasps and clings harder to his father. He'd start crying if he didn't know he hates it, the way Mummy doesn't and lets him cry as much as he wants. The heavy rain beats against the windows, as if crying for him when he can't. "No! Never!" "Then promise me you'll keep this to yourself." "Okay, Daddy. I promise." He silently plays with his toy dragon. The storm is dying down. "Daddy?" "Yes, Draco?" "Promise you'll never ever leave Mummy and me?" Lucius laughs. That will never happen. He's not Bellatrix. But he also holds Draco closer. "I promise." "Father?" It's the first word he's said to him since the Dark Lord brought him home. Lucius still doesn't move or speak. He just stares out the window as a summer storm is raging outside. When lighting strikes, his father looks like a ghost in the blinding light, white hair, white face. He's somehow faded even whiter, almost transparent, as if he'd be gone again with so much as an errant breeze. Draco tries not to think about his father gazing with empty eyes out the open, yet barred window of his prison cell, constant storms seething and raging in the wide, dark sea. It's hard when it's like he's still there. Sometimes, he's afraid Azkaban destroyed his father's mind and soul, stealing memories of him and his mother in less time than it had taken to drive his aunt insane. There were no obsessive thoughts of the Dark Lord saving him, only unhappy ones of his family on the verge of being murdered for his mistakes, to anchor Lucius' sanity. He's not Bellatrix. In a smaller, higher (younger, yet older) voice – "Daddy?" He's terrified they'll have to start all over again. This time, Draco doesn't let the storm cry for him. |