Disclaimer: I don't own them I just steal them and they play together of their own accord
All characters in sexual situations are over 18 and sexual content ahead, you have been warned. Part two mentions twincest

Prologue

The corridor seemed to get narrower as he got closer to the tall wooden door that loomed in front of him, knocking softly before he turned the handle Draco entered the bright room to find his mother standing before him with her hand outstretched.

"Come and say goodbye to your father, Draco." He took her hand and let her lead him to the bed that was in the centre of the room, instantly Draco's eyes were drawn to the pitiful figure in the middle of the bed.

Lucius Malfoy was dying. His blond-grey hair was sweaty and sticking to his pale, clammy skin and all Draco could think was how it was fitting for a proud, strong man to die in the weakest possible manner. How Draco hated his father and he wanted to make him suffer, feeling rage boiling under his skin Draco released his mother's hand and approached his father's side alone.

Kneeling down so he was level with his father, Lucius gripped Draco's hand "my son, you don't know how sorry I am. Can you forgive me, my Draco?"

Draco bent his head closer to his father's ear and gripped his hand so tightly it would have hurt the frail, dying man "I am in love with Harry Potter."

Lucius gasped and gazed at Draco with disgust and fear before taking his last breath his glassy and lifeless eyes still staring at his son. Draco let go of his father's hand which fell limp to the bed and he ran the same hand over his father's face closing the unseeing eyes.

Narcissa's soft sobs echoed through the room and Draco kissed her cheek before leaving her to mourn. As if in a dream Draco makes his way to his room and pens a letter.

Potter,

On behalf of Vincent, I would like to apologise for trying to kill you, Granger and Weasley both with the Killing Curse and the Fiendfyre. I don't think I have the right to call you Harry, not yet anyway, but I would like to show my gratitude for saving my life. Thank you Harry, I appreciate it, greatly.

I hope to see you at Hogwarts, this year as we repeat Seventh Year.

Sincerely,

Draco Malfoy
Lord of the House of Malfoy

Before he could lose his nerve, Draco attached the letter to his owl watching as it eagerly flew towards the horizon.

Draco sighed as a feeling of immense loneliness washed over him, so he turned away from the window to sit on his bed, pulling out his journal he began to write.

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