Sins of the Father (Saku x Parfait)
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				Title: <strong>Sins of the Father (Saku x Parfait)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Parfait</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 06:06:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/dracour/lucisumalfoy-1-1.jpg)</div>Numb…<br><br>If only he could be numb, for just one moment…For just one second not be plagued by excruciating agony, both of body and of mind…That damn wretch Bellatrix had said the Dementor’s kiss could not be felt after a few days…it had been months, and Lucius still could feel the ice prickling through his veins even outside the walls of Azkaban...Everything felt so cold…so heavy…Yet Lucius had been certain, even without the presence of the mirror before him, that he was a much leaner man than before...<br><br>The walls had crumbled in the prisons hours before…By some surge of power, the Dark Lord had attained enough power to apparate each one of them off that forsaken rock and…here…Wherever here was…<br><br>It was a shoddy building...a townhouse of some sort…Temporary quarters, Lucius hoped…Either they would be meeting someone there, or they were to be given instructions in some way…The rest of the Death Eaters were huddled in front of the meek fireplace in the main room, Rodolphus picking at his teeth as Crabbe Sr slicked back his greasy hair repeatedly..the others, staring blankly at the flames…<br><br>No one spoke...<br><br>This was not a time to rejoice, by any means..<br><br>Lucius had stood in front of the mirror since they arrived…The full length mirror in the hallway, covered in dust, looking at his pale almost ghostly looking complexion. His cheekbones, high and proud, looked almost sunken in…His eyes dark, glazed slightly from exhaustion...but still, a cold pride burned within those gray orbs…a pride being slowly worn down by dismay. Long white-blonde hair had been pulled back as best as could be managed without a proper comb, tied with a black ribbon he had snatched from a hat on one of the coat racks in the hall closet. Their robes had been waiting for them…their masks..their wands…<br><br>The Dark Lord had a plan…To keep them armed and prepared, but it had been hours since they arrived…Not even a signal in the dismal sky to alert them towards battle. No…whatever had happened, whatever force had been taken down to attain such a power to break them free, it had been massive…He, would not want to lay his entire hand on the table just yet…Whomever, or whatever, they were waiting for…would surely enlighten them all to what exactly would be facing them in their new found ‘freedom.’<br><br>Lucius’ thin lips pursed in the dimly lit hall way, his breathing raspy and hoarse as if his lungs were clogged with smoke…Though his body would tremor occasionally, he stood with perfect posture...staring at himself, his knees weak beneath the thick dark robes..He had failed the Dark Lord..Failed to get the prophecy…and Draco..his son…his life, had received a heavier burden because of his failure..Narcissa had gotten word to him…through codes and makeshift spells that Bellatrix and Rodolphus had used to communicate during their incarceration, of Draco’s task…<br><br>That..had been more devastating than failing Voldemort in the first place…More humiliating…A blow that had nearly stopped his aging heart…<br><br>Draco was a strong boy…He had been raised, the way a pureblood--the way a <em>Malfoy</em>, should be raised…but he was just a boy…<em>his boy….</em><br><br>He did not deserve this…<br><br>Hazy rain drops slowly began to fall outside, pattering against the windowpanes. Lids heavy,&nbsp; Lucius closed his eyes for a moment, a whirl of nausea sweeping through him as he thought of his son…<br><br>“Forgive me, Draco..”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sins of the Father (Saku x Parfait)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saku</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 16:34:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/dracour/dracomalfoynormal-1.jpg)</div>Numb…<br><br>Malfoy was numb. He still couldn't believe what had happened or for that matter why he hadn't been able to do it. He had failed. After all the planning, all the work, he'd been right at the pinnacle of his mission and he had found he couldn't do it, he could <em>not</em> kill Dumbledore even though he knew that to disobey was unthinkable. If Snape hadn't helped him he might have blown the entire thing and although Malfoy would never thank the other he knew that he owed Snape his life and that of his family.<br><br>For if the Dark Lord discovered that the mission had failed because Draco couldn't carry out his orders, who knew what would happen? It was almost guaranteed that his life and that of his family would be forfeit for the Dark Lord was merciless most of the time and Malfoy didn't think he would be lenient on this particular matter. And yet he could still recall the words he had exchanged with Dumbledore and how the older man had acted and he felt his heart contract at the memory.<br><br>The older man had tried to help him even though Malfoy had been there to kill him and he couldn't understand why Dumbledore could be so calm about it all. Didn't he have any fear? These thoughts and more whirled around in his mind as Snape dragged him bodily out of Hogwarts, Malfoy not having any control over his own body for he was still in a state of shock. He was oblivious to anything and everything that was going on around him until he heard Snape tell him to run and shoved him forward.<br><br>Malfoy blinked as he looked up at Snape and saw Harry approaching at a rapid pace, a look of anger and pain on his face and he didn't quite get what was going on but his uncertain mind latched onto Snape's words and he ran. It was only after a few minutes that his mind began to come back. Enough for him to actually gain some brain activity and not look like a complete git. He shook his head as he tried to pull that cocky mask back over his face, the sort that he was known for. That everyone expected to see.<br><br>He could hide beneath that. Yes, he had failed but the mission had been a success. Dumbledore was dead, even if it wasn't by his doing and they should celebrate! Malfoy felt his heart sink like lead though for some reason and not just because he was afraid of the Dark Lord's wrath, there was something else that was making him feel this bloody way. It was as though something unthinkable had happened and yet life continued but who knew whether it would be better or worse. There was no way to tell.<br><br>Malfoy had not wanted Fenrir Greyback to come to Hogwarts for Greyback was someone of pure evil or so he thought. If the werewolf had only come to take out Harry, those Draco, Crabbe and Goyle had picked on or the mudbloods that would have been fine. But he had a sinking feeling that Greyback didn't care who he hurt be they teachers, students or wizard folk which was terrifying. Malfoy was fairly certain that if he had turned or wasn't protected by anyone, Greyback would attack him.<br><br>That was why he feared the werewolf and not just because of the way he looked. Draco knew what the other was capable of for he'd heard about it in the papers and did not feel inclined to see it happening first-hand. Malfoy's thoughts were interrupted when Snape rejoined them and they headed off to wherever it was they were going as Bellatrix sang and danced about the success of their mission. Dumbledore, the Dark Lord's most feared adversary was dead and gone and now there was nothing to stand in the Dark Lord's way.<br><br>Snape was silent as usual for it fit his demeanor and the others were all cheering and mumbling to themselves as they hurried away from Hogwarts. Draco was silent too but a bit more than usual and judging from his face he was a bit unhappy about something but this could be thought of as his failure to complete what Snape had achieved, which should have been his mission. Little did they know that it went a bit deeper than that and Malfoy did not want to talk about it at all.<br><br>Soon they came to the run-down building that was currently housing the sprung Death Eaters that the Dark Lord had freed from Azkaban. Malfoy was still silent and brooding, perhaps even pensive and the others of their party immediately entered and took up guard posts as Snape pushed Draco into the house, making sure that the other did not trip and fall. Draco was looking a bit pale still and his mop of blonde hair was disheveled as he stepped inside, not looking up at anything at first.<br><br>It was only after everyone had entered and the door had closed that Malfoy finally looked up and when he did Draco saw his father not too far away who looked just as drained as he did. That stirred something deep inside him and Malfoy rushed across the distance that separated them and flung himself into his father's arms, wanting to be comforted. Wanting to feel something. Wanting to be close to his father once more. In the back of his mind he knew that it was likely Lucius would push him away.<br><br>But he didn't care. At least he would get to touch him for a few seconds before getting thrown off...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sins of the Father (Saku x Parfait)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Parfait</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 23:15:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/dracour/lucisumalfoy-1-1.jpg)</div>There had been plenty of time to think in Azkaban…<br><br>Plenty of time for guilt to build up, like some erosive mold on his heart..Wearing away to reveal all the mistakes he had made…The seemingly reckless choices that had appeared as some sort of saving grace before now. Lucius did not strike anyone as a sentimental man, but every path he chose in life was for his family. Allying with the Dark Lord had, in his mind, seemed the most logical choice..They were purebloods! Of course they had to support these ideals! Arthur Weasley and his traitorous family knew nothing of status..How could they understand?<br><br>He had expected to flourish under the Dark Lord’s command…and for Draco, his Draco, to do the same..To make a name for himself, distinguish himself even more so than he had during his school years--Aside from of course, the unacceptable marks in Muggle Studies which, though Lucius would agree was an abhorrently boring subject, a poor mark was not to be tolerated…Draco had learned that soon after his arrival home that holiday…<br><br>The choice for Draco to attend Hogwarts had been another unfortunate necessity as far as choices were concerned. Narcissa had become frantic at the idea of allowing their son to attend school too far away, and truly Lucius had not been entirely prepared to allow his son too far beyond his grasp either…Draco was his only child...his heir….but most importantly, his…To say that Lucius was a protective father, was a most dreadful understatement.<br><br>The sound of the door opening did not alert Lucius’ attention away from the mirror; not from vanity, but rather the assumption that it had been one of the other’s needing fresh air. The air in the house they had been ‘stored’ in for the time being, was quite stale, as if coal had been burning…the taste lingered upon the tongue….It was instead the rough shove of his sister-in-law bounding against his shoulder that stirred him from his complacent daze. As Bellatrix twirled her way into the sitting room, making her way onto her husband’s lap to relay a kiss of true passion, though not of excitement for him-but rather for the pleasure of her true love…Lucius felt his lip twitch…<br><br>Raising a thick black brow, the elder Malfoy turned his head towards the open doorway…A white haze had caught his eye, something he had skimmed over far too quickly as he turned…Something standing towards the front door…But before he could turn his attention, he nearly lost his footing as his son came dashing into his arms. Immediately, Lucius seized his son, his arms moving tightly around the young blonde, pulling him into as warm an embrace as he could muster…<br><br>He was thin…Shaking…Something had gone wrong. However, the rest of them looked incredibly pleased…Save for Severus, who never seemed to have any sort of expression..Lucius said nothing, one hand moving to slowly rub his sons back...Draco had been unable to complete the task alone…but it had still been accomplished, nevertheless. In the presence of other’s, Lucius typically withheld the doting affection he placed upon his son in the privacy of their manor…but at that moment, he could not care less of their opinions.&nbsp; Though, it wasn’t as if the other Death Eaters were held in high regards in Lucius’ eyes in the first place…He had not seen Draco in months, months that had gone by more agonizingly slow than when the boy was at school…but feeling his son bury his face against his chest, made the anguish temporarily subside…<br><br>Silent still, Lucius moved his arms around his son, as he had done many times before, lifting him up as if he was a child half his age, keeping him close as he stepped towards an old crushed velvet sofa near the door to the sitting room. A waiting sofa perhaps that had been intended for guests…Lucius sat, holding Draco upon his lap, feeling the boy’s racing heartbeat. He could hear Bellatrix cheering in the other room, talk stirring of Dumbledore’s death and the attack on Hogwarts. The mirror was still close enough that Lucius could see Draco and himself, pale and disheveled…With eyes on his own reflection, Lucius placed his lips softly against his son’s feathery blonde locks…<br><br>“I am proud of you Draco…” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sins of the Father (Saku x Parfait)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saku</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 19:58:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/dracour/dracomalfoynormal-1.jpg)</div>Most of his classes he did fairly well in. Potions he seemed to flourish in, for Professor Snape always gave him high marks, for the older wizard looked out for Malfoy constantly be it under orders or for his own purposes. Draco didn't care very much about the reason. Let Snape do whatever it was that he wanted. Malfoy had told him time and time again that he had no need for Snape's help, Draco had said he could do anything he wanted or needed to do all by himself.<br><br>That the Dark Lord had trusted him to do it and not Snape or anyone else and Malfoy was proud of that fact and didn't want to share the glory with anyone else. Least of all Professor Snape who had already distinguished himself. Draco Malfoy had not been able to prove himself worthy of the Dark Lord and this had been his chance to do so and yet when the time had come he had failed miserably. Truly, Dumbledore had almost convinced him for the older wizard was so experienced.<br><br>But that was knowledge that he would not share with anyone on this Earth for how could he? Malfoy was a pureblood and Dumbledore was the Headmaster for a school that allowed muggles and mudbloods to enter and flourish within which was totally unacceptable. Lucius would kill him if he knew his son wanted Dumbledore to protect him and the entire Malfoy family from the Dark Lord that they had served for countless years. It would be looked upon as a betrayal and the Dark Lord would want Draco's head if he didn't already demand it for Draco's failure.<br><br>Malfoy didn't even know what he was thinking anymore, it was all so confusing now, ever since the plan had gone wrong his mind had been confused and he had been terrified as to what the consequences would be. The Dark Lord didn't seem to require the presence of any of the Malfoys which was a good sign but that didn't mean he wouldn't call for them later on. Hopefully by then Draco could do something that would place him in a good light again before such a thing happened and he bit his lip, his racing heart eventually slowing down at the thought.<br><br>Back to the school scene. Muggle Studies was the only class that Malfoy hated with a passion because there was no point to it, he didn't have any muggle friends and he didn't intend on being on friendly terms with anyone who fit that category. So why try and get a good mark in it? But he had changed his tune once Lucius had berated him about his poor marks in the class and Malfoy had never gotten a bad score in that class again. He couldn't afford to because his father meant everything to him.<br><br>He looked up to his father and even feared him sometimes and disappointing him was the worst possible thing Malfoy could think of doing for he wanted Lucius to be proud of him. To love him. He wanted to be praised for being skilled, talented and independent, all the things that he wasn't at the moment but that didn't make Draco not want to learn. Malfoy wanted to be like his father. He hadn't intended to rush into Lucius's arms when he'd entered the building but the desire to do so had overwhelmed him after he had seen his father's face and he had done so.<br><br>It was rather surprising when Lucius did not throw him away but instead pulled him into a warm embrace and Malfoy wrapped his own arms around his father as well, taking advantage of Lucius's mood while it still lasted. Usually his father didn't like shows of affection in public because he had said it took away from his image and reputation but it looked as though Lucius didn't care that much right now and Draco was glad of that for he liked how things were going so far. It wasn't every day that he managed to get his father in such a mood as this and Malfoy wanted the moment to last forever.<br><br>He breathed in the scent of the elder Malfoy as Draco heaved a breath which he let out slowly as his eyes closed and he remained in his father's arms for what seemed like an eternity and wished he could stay there forever. Malfoy could feel Lucius's hand slowly rubbing his back and it made him feel comforted, exactly what he'd wanted when he had first seen his father. Draco felt Lucius stand but lifted him up in his arms as though he were a child still and walked over to an old crushed velvet sofa near the door to the sitting room.<br><br>His own arms clung around his father's as though he were afraid to let go, afraid that if he did, his father would tell him that it was enough affection and that he should act his age once more. Malfoy knew that Lucius could say these things at any time and he discovered he was actually holding his breath as the elder Malfoy sat down finally. To continue to hold Draco on his lap and the younger male let out a sigh when Lucius placed his lips softly against his blonde hair and whispered into his ear words that Draco had never thought to hear from the older man. <br><br>"I failed..." He managed to get out almost inaudibly as his lips moved against Lucius's chest and he bit his lip again, not wanting to look his father in the eye, for fear that he would see something he didn't want to. That Lucius would take back his words, push him away and say that he should have tried harder...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sins of the Father (Saku x Parfait)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Parfait</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 04:55:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/dracour/lucisumalfoy-1-1.jpg)</div> <br><br>To feel his son cling so tightly to his form, was absolutely heartbreaking…Knowing that his own failure had been the cause which led up to his son’s dismay, was an almost fatal blow to Lucius’ heart. Had he not failed acquiring the prophecy, than this would never have happened. Had he not allowed his momentary honor with the Dark Lord to swell his head, than he would not have been so bold as to try and lead that blasted mission…To be beaten by Potter and his bratty order, it had been utterly embarrassing..<br><br>He was shocked, that his son clung to him so, even after all of his failures..<br><br>Lucius’ arms moved tightly around Draco, bringing him close into his embrace as he sat silently for a moment. The rain outside trickling elegantly against the window pane, such a melancholy atmosphere for such a distinguished advance being made for their side…Lucius felt no joy, no triumph towards the cause that had kept him away from his family countless nights…He would have lingered upon more detestful thoughts, but if Dumbledore had indeed been killed, Merlin knows how much strength the Dark Lord had gained…enough to read the thoughts of his followers without staring them in the eye perhaps…<br><br>Lucius wouldn’t risk it…He could tolerate being labeled as having failed, but not as a traitor..A traitor’s name could not be redeemed..<br><br>“No Draco…” He said softly, in a tone of solemn honesty, “I have failed you…” His hand paused upon his son’s lower back, straightening up his posture as his other hand moved to tilt beneath Draco’s chin, lifting his boys head up to look towards him. “But my son, it will not happen again…I will make certain that you will never have to answer to anyone or obey anyone’s command ever again my prince…save for me..” A smile slowly crept across Lucius’ lips as he gazed into his sons eyes.&nbsp; A warmth always stirred in the elder Malfoy’s heart whenever his son was around…a warmth he had clung to in the most desperate moments while in Azkaban…<br><br>A warmth which had stirred the most, intriguing thoughts…Reoccuring visuals that he had initially passed off as some sadistic side effects of the Dementor’s magic..but they continued…Each time more detailed, more real..Feeding off those innocent memories of taking baths with his son..sleeping with the boy curled against his side…twisting and igniting them into carnal scenes which no father should ever imagine about their child..but Lucius saw those lustful, devious pictures dancing within the innocent pupils of his son’s eyes..<br><br>More than warmth stirred in that tender moment, but Lucius managed to suppress those urges which again, he passed off as some sort of side effect…Some twisted flashback that Draco‘s presence had awakened, as he had not seen his prince in so long…These feelings would pass…It was natural for a father to revere his son, to be possessive and protective of him. Draco was no exception, he was the light of his father’s world after all! Despite how strict Lucius seemed, he was quite the pushover when it came down to it as far as Draco was concerned…Admittedly, even Narcissa didn’t mean as much to him as Draco. Though pureblood families had held such dark secrets before…Families much closer than socially acceptable, and even Lucius had been rather close to his own father…But as far as he could recall, it had never escalated to the extent of those perverse fantasies…<br><br>“Come…” He gave a soft but firm pat to his son’s back, clearing his throat slightly as if the act would shake away any warped thoughts from his perhaps shaken mind, “Let us go home..” The chattering in the sitting room had died down, several audible cracks and the ashy taste in the air signaling some had already apparated… Lucius would sent note to Severus later, at the moment he could not be bothered…He wanted to go home with his son, and never let the boy out of his sight ever again…A desire that would be next to impossible to accomplish, but Lucius would try his damndest…<br><br>…Starting first perhaps, with a nice hot bath to calm both their nerves…
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sins of the Father (Saku x Parfait)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saku</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 19:39:32</strong>
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				It was the way his father held him close that made Draco feel safe and he never wanted it to end but all good things must come to an end at some point. Lucius never usually indulged in emotions like this and it was best to take advantage of it while he could, before the elder Malfoy returned to his normal behavior. For this could not last for long, Draco knew his father and he didn't think Lucius would ever really change.<br><br>He might act as though his current attitude would last but after a few months Draco knew his father would return to his old behavior, no matter how much he might think otherwise. Then again, the younger Malfoy didn't know what Azkaban could do to a person since he'd never been there himself and he might be underestimating its effects on people, even wizards like Lucius Malfoy.<br><br>His father's words sent shock and surprise through Draco's body and he blinked, looking up at Lucius, wondering if the other was being sarcastic. Not seeing any sign of such a thing, Draco didn't quite know what to say. "I-" He started but fell silent for he couldn't really say anything, there weren't words to describe what he was feeling right now. Draco didn't like this feeling, he hated being unable to communicate. It made him feel stupid.<br><br>When Lucius moved his hand to tip Draco's chin upward he looked up obediently into his father's eyes, listening as the elder Malfoy spoke. The words had a bit of promise to them and Draco couldn't help but wonder what his father meant by them. "But what of the Dark Lord?" Draco asked in a trembling voice, biting his bottom lip in consternation for he hated to think of what might happen since he had failed in his mission.<br><br>It wasn't a complete failure for the deed was done but not by him. By Snape. He felt a thrill rush through his body as Lucius tipped his chin up and didn't know where the feeling had come from but it was normal for him. Draco had realized a long time ago that he loved being touched by his father although it did seem as if such a feeling should be taboo yet he enjoyed it.<br><br>The younger Malfoy had no idea what was going through Lucius's mind at the moment for he harbored no sexual thoughts about his father since that was downright unthinkable. He simply looked up to the man and wanted to please him as a good son should please his father and he would do anything to obtain praise. He got off Lucius's lap when his father told him they would be going home and he straightened his robes.<br><br>Brushing out the kinks and creases he assumed the cocky and arrogant pose he was known for as once more the coolness that he had gotten from his father came over his face. Draco waited until Lucius was near and then he and his father disapparated as they appeared in the fireplace of their own place where Narcissa waited for them to return. His heart sank again as he thought of his mother.<br><br>She would also be disappointed in him although Lucius hadn't reacted the way Draco had thought he would. Something was wrong with his father. He could sense it. Had his time in Azkaban really been that terrible? Seeing Narcissa there Draco's eyes fell for he didn't want to think of his failure once again and he headed off to his room without a word to his mother although he changed his mind halfway there.<br><br>His footsteps led him to direct his destination to the bathroom. Maybe a quick shower would wash away his failure and he would feel better, he didn't think about what Lucius was currently doing but he assumed his father was speaking to Narcissa about what had gone down.
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