Cycles
The boy peered through a crack in the door to the lounge room. His mother was stretched out on the family's green and silver velvet lounge chair examining herself in a hand held mirror and his father was sitting in a matching arm chair by the fire examining numerous pieces of parchment. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, clearly displaying the ugly black skull and serpent mark that adorned his fathers left forearm. He glanced down at his own arm, touching the area where the dark lords mark would soon be and shuddered. 'Okay, you can do this, show no fear, Malfoys don't know the meaning of it, he is your father after all, he has to understand' he glanced quickly back at the man in question, 'He's going to kill me, I know it, I can't do this.' The silver haired boy turned to leave. 'No, I can't think like that, I have to try' He composed himself and pushed open the door to the lounge area. His mother glanced boredly at him before turning back to her own reflection. His father didn't even look up. "Father?" His voice cracked towards the end and he hoped his father didn't hear. "What?" Apparently not, or he'd be lying in a pool of his own blood by now. Malfoy's aren't intimidated by anyone. 'Now, I have to phrase this just right so he doesn't think I'm saying he's wrong or that I'm showing any disrespect to whatshisface, the snake guy' "Well, what is it?" His father was becoming annoyed, he hated to be kept waiting "I hate Voldemort" he blurted out. 'Crap that didn't go well' The air hung heavily in the silent room, a silence which was only broken by the tinkling sound of his mothers mirror smashing as it came into contact with the floor. Both his mother and father stared at him in shock. He took this opportunity to try and make up for his slip up. "What I meant to say is that.." He got no further as his father backhanded him, sending him flying across the room. For a ten-year-old he was small for his age, and this proved to be to his disadvantage as he was effortlessly dragged from the room by his feet. From his position, he could not see his fathers face, but could tell from his tone that he was about to die. "How dare you, you ungrateful little shit. I clothe, feed and shelter you and this is how you repay me. Voldemort is the way of the future, he alone is willing to right wrongs which should never have happened, mudbloods have no place in our world and he is the only one with the power to see that. " As they descended the stairs, the boy attempted to shield his head, but his father seemed hell bent on it hitting every one. Dazed, he halted his efforts and stared lifelessly at the ceiling. When they approached their destination, a dungeon cell he spent many days locked in, after unlocking the door, his father picked him up and threw him with all his strength into the opposite wall, locking the door before he hit the ground. "I hope you rot" With that, his father left. Words echoing in his ears and blood running down his face, he lay still, knowing only one way he could survive from that point on. With a sigh, he gave up fighting his destiny. "I, Lucius Malfoy, dedicate my life to the Snake lord"
Authors Notes: I'm sorry if this was bad, when an idea hits me I have to go with it. Please R&R, I don't even care if you flame me!!
The boy peered through a crack in the door to the lounge room. His mother was stretched out on the family's green and silver velvet lounge chair examining herself in a hand held mirror and his father was sitting in a matching arm chair by the fire examining numerous pieces of parchment. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, clearly displaying the ugly black skull and serpent mark that adorned his fathers left forearm. He glanced down at his own arm, touching the area where the dark lords mark would soon be and shuddered. 'Okay, you can do this, show no fear, Malfoys don't know the meaning of it, he is your father after all, he has to understand' he glanced quickly back at the man in question, 'He's going to kill me, I know it, I can't do this.' The silver haired boy turned to leave. 'No, I can't think like that, I have to try' He composed himself and pushed open the door to the lounge area. His mother glanced boredly at him before turning back to her own reflection. His father didn't even look up. "Father?" His voice cracked towards the end and he hoped his father didn't hear. "What?" Apparently not, or he'd be lying in a pool of his own blood by now. Malfoy's aren't intimidated by anyone. 'Now, I have to phrase this just right so he doesn't think I'm saying he's wrong or that I'm showing any disrespect to whatshisface, the snake guy' "Well, what is it?" His father was becoming annoyed, he hated to be kept waiting "I hate Voldemort" he blurted out. 'Crap that didn't go well' The air hung heavily in the silent room, a silence which was only broken by the tinkling sound of his mothers mirror smashing as it came into contact with the floor. Both his mother and father stared at him in shock. He took this opportunity to try and make up for his slip up. "What I meant to say is that.." He got no further as his father backhanded him, sending him flying across the room. For a ten-year-old he was small for his age, and this proved to be to his disadvantage as he was effortlessly dragged from the room by his feet. From his position, he could not see his fathers face, but could tell from his tone that he was about to die. "How dare you, you ungrateful little shit. I clothe, feed and shelter you and this is how you repay me. Voldemort is the way of the future, he alone is willing to right wrongs which should never have happened, mudbloods have no place in our world and he is the only one with the power to see that. " As they descended the stairs, the boy attempted to shield his head, but his father seemed hell bent on it hitting every one. Dazed, he halted his efforts and stared lifelessly at the ceiling. When they approached their destination, a dungeon cell he spent many days locked in, after unlocking the door, his father picked him up and threw him with all his strength into the opposite wall, locking the door before he hit the ground. "I hope you rot" With that, his father left. Words echoing in his ears and blood running down his face, he lay still, knowing only one way he could survive from that point on. With a sigh, he gave up fighting his destiny. "I, Lucius Malfoy, dedicate my life to the Snake lord"
Authors Notes: I'm sorry if this was bad, when an idea hits me I have to go with it. Please R&R, I don't even care if you flame me!!