Draco Malfoy, King of Golden Mountain

Draco Malfoy, King of the Golden Mountain

Prologue

1982 - Draco is just two years old, Lucius is twenty-two.

Once upon a time, Lucius Malfoy had it all, he had a beautiful wife, a son and his controlling bastard of a father had finally died. At the age of eighteen he became the sole heir to the Malfoy family fortune. Everyone thought his was the perfect life. Of course most people also hated him assuming he was a Death Eater. Still whether they liked him or not, he was respected, even feared by many people, and there was not a single person who didn't envy his fortune. Who wouldn't want to rich beyond belief? Little did they know Lucius's perfect life was abruptly coming to a halt...

At the moment he was sitting in the lobby at Gringotts waiting to see the head of the bank. Normally no Malfoy would have to wait to see anyone. At one time his family vault had held more Galleons then any other. In fact the Malfoy family had been rated in the top five Richest Wizarding Families for hundreds of years. Now Gringotts had sent to goblins to personally escort him to make sure he did not miss another appointment to discuss his ever-growing debt. The money was gone; the hundreds of thousands of Galleons that once occupied vault 1679 had been gone for six months now. He had even mortgaged Malfoy Manor! Soon he would be evicted from the home that had been in his family for over a thousand years! He felt humiliated sitting there in the lobby with all the low class wizards, he saw Arthur Weasley was also waiting to be seen. He didn't even want to think about the fact the Weasleys probably had more money then he did now!!!

How could one person go through so much money in such a short time? After all it was only three years since his father's death. The answer was as simple as it was humiliating. Lucius had a secret life no one knew about. His father would be rolling in his grave if he knew that Lucius's real passion was Muggle casinos, horse racing and that wonderful Muggle drug Cocaine. Not really knowing much about the games or how to play, nor the Muggle money or their betting system, it was a very rare thing if he ever brought home any winnings.

He just couldn't stop! He would Apparate over to Monte Carlo, when he was supposed to be at work managing the various Malfoy businesses. He would get some cocaine, tell himself he would just play a few games, then he'd be lost in another world of drugs, sex and money. There were beautiful Muggle woman serving him exotic drinks with umbrellas, and other woman just throwing themselves at him. He was after all quite striking with his white blond hair, silvery eyes, and his almost albino pale skin. He looked unearthly, almost vampiric. He couldn't even count the number of phone numbers and hotel keys he had received, one girl even slipped her sparkly red thong panties in his pocket! The games himself fascinated him and there were so many games to pick from, slot machines, black jack, craps! His personal favorite was the roulette table. He loved watching the wheel spin. His mind spinning with cocaine he would try willing the ball to land on his number, after all he could use no magic for fear of the Ministry catching him.

Nothing beat the rush of horse racing though. He had always loved horses - riding was one interest he shared with his father. Picking your horse, placing your bet, the anticipation and adrenaline rush was almost as good as the coke, but the combination of the two was pure ecstasy. When the race began, for one minute he forgot everything but him, the horse, and the finish line. It was there that Lucius felt fully free from life, responsibilities, and the ever-diminishing contents of his vault at Gringotts. He even forgot his love/hate and guilty feelings for his father. He was so absorbed he didn't even think of Narcissa or Draco.

Mr. Malfoy, you will be seen now" the ugly little goblin said breaking Lucius's thoughts of how everything had gone so very wrong in "perfect life".

"Follow me."

Lucius had to bite his tongue, how dare this, this creature speak to him like that! Maybe he was broke now, but he was still Lucius Malfoy, that alone deserved respect. He managed to keep his mouth shut and followed him through the ornate lobby to Mr. Mulcibar's office. He was the head man at Gringotts, Lucius knew him well. He was a Death Eater and had been a friend of his father's. Surely out of respect for the late Julian Malfoy he would be willing to work with him and save the Malfoy name from being shamed.

Inside he found out that the Malfoy name didn't really mean much of anything anymore.

After leaving the bank Lucius took a long walk thinking about what to do. He had thirty days until Gringotts would seize Malfoy Manor and everything in it. What in the hell was he supposed to do? How could he tell Narcissa they would soon be homeless? There would be no help from the Lafayette family; they had disowned Narcissa when she married him. They had never even seen Draco and returned all letters Narcissa had owled them. He certainly could not support his family he had no skills. Hell he had barely graduated Hogwarts!

While walking he thought of Narcissa. For Lucius it had been love at first sight, it was during their sorting ceremony. He had become a Slytherin, as all Malfoy's did. When Narcissa Lafayette walked up to be sorted and sat down on the stool nervously biting her lower lip. It took his breath away; being only eleven he wasn't really interested in girls yet. But this girl was perfect, golden blonde hair, blue eyes and a beautiful smile. The thing that really got to him was probably considered a flaw to most people. She had a straight, aristocratic nose yet it was turned up at the end, as if she smelling something quite awful. He thought it made her look like a queen or maybe a goddess looking down upon her worshippers. When she became a Hufflepuff, he was crushed. Slytherin and Hufflepuff's were an unheard of combination. Slytherins were the most disliked house, Hufflepuff being the friendliest and generally well liked by both Ravenclaw and Gryffindor.

Imagine his surprise during their 5^th year when she asked him to the Yule Ball! He had never expected she liked him, they had never even spoken! Their first date was wonderful, they stayed up all night talking, and even did a bit of snogging in The Astronomy Tower, which ended up getting them a whole month's detention! After that night they were inseparable. They fell madly in love and much to his father's dismay, they married the summer after graduation. Julian Malfoy had had very specific expectations of his son and a marriage to Patricia Parkinson, the daughter of his father's closest friend, had been arranged for years. His father refused to attend the ceremony, and died shortly thereafter.

Almost a year to the date of their marriage, their first child was born. They named him Draco after Narcissa's grandfather. That day, Lucius finally understood the meaning of unconditional love while looking at his newborn son. Little Draco was the spitting image of him, and to think he had created this child! He was now responsible for him for the rest of his life. He vowed to himself he would never be like his father, Draco would love him and he would grow up and be who ever he wanted to. Draco, now two and just learning to walk and talk. He may look like Lucius, but it was Narcissa he acted like. He had already inherited Narcissa's ability to charm anybody into doing whatever he wanted. The way Draco would smile while cocking his head to the side, the same way Narcissa always did when she wanted something. Lucius couldn't resist and spoilt Draco to the point of obscenity!

His father had never been kind to him; love was an unheard of thing in Lucius's childhood. His mother had passed away during childbirth, and Julian Malfoy never seemed to care much for Lucius. He was fully expected to follow in father's footsteps, take over the business and of course become a faithful supporter of Lord Voldemort. Beyond that Julian didn't care what he did, as long as he stayed out of the way. Money of course was no object; he never wanted for anything. The only thing missing was love. After his death Lucius was torn between guilt, grief and joy.

Once he got home, he thought of someone who could help. Lucius had never been an official Death Eater, although everyone thought he was. His father was Voldemort's most trusted follower and second in command. He was to be initiated on his 18^th birthday, but since his father had just died, he refused. Very few had ever turned down Voldemort and all had been killed who refused. Out of respect for the late Julian Malfoy, Voldemort spared Lucius's life and left the invitation open.

It had been a little over a year since the attempt to kill Harry Potter, which almost destroyed Lord Voldemort. Many Death Eaters thought him to be dead; Lucius was one of the few who knew he lived. Being second in command Julian had received a very important charm. Lucius went down into the underground chambers under the kitchen. Here, was the charm, a tracking device, with it you could find Voldemort wherever he may be. Currently Voldemort was linked with a man named Quirrell who Lucius remembered from school; Lucius immediately Apparated to the location on the map and was surprised to see a small Muggle house.

Quirrell answered the door, wearing a large green turban that looked incredibly odd on his small pale face." Lucius, to what do I owe the pleasure"?

Lucius walked in the door and shut it behind him "What's up with turban? Will that be latest fashion in Paris this season? He reached out to touch it, "Versace, Gucci, maybe"?

Quirrell jumped back, "Lucius this is not the time to joke around. I know you are here to see Voldemort, it is obvious that you did not come to chat with me. In fact, I remember you took great pleasure in humiliating me over my stutter on a daily basis".

"Ah the good old days, but I'm not here to reminisce, Where is Lord Voldemort? I don't see him.".. Lucius scanned the room.

Quirrell reached up to touch his turban nervously.

" I am right here Lucius," a voice said. It seemed to be coming from Quirrell, though he was not speaking. It was definitely Voldemort's voice, but not the same booming voice he remembered. This voice was faint, and it sounded as if he was almost hissing his words.

"I had hoped you would come to me. Your father was once my most trusted ally; second in command! I even considered him a friend and mourn his death still. It is very rare for me to have emotion for anyone. Long ago I learned that love and friendship led to nothing but pain and heartbreak. When I offered you to join me years ago, I was very disappointed by your refusal. However, I knew that one day you would come around. You are a Malfoy, it is in your blood to want to rid our world of Mudblood scum and those Muggle supporters like Albus Dumbledore."

Lucius wondered if he knew about his gambling problem, what would Voldemort do if he knew Lucius had blew all his money on Muggle games and drugs? Before, he had never much cared one way or another about the Muggle world or even Mudbloods. That was his father's battle - not his. Now he was beginning to understand why the Muggles were hated, after all it was their fault he was in this predicament.

"After that most unfortunate incident with the Potter child, I am weak and have lost my physical body. Fortunately I came across Quirrell; he has come to see our way of thinking and is the first of my new followers. He has also been most gracious to allow me use of his body. You will be the next of my new generation of Death Eaters. I will need powerful allies, and like your father I trust you will be my most faithful of servants. Soon I will rise again greater and more powerful then ever before! I have heard of your financial troubles, Quirrell has a cousin working at Gringotts. I assume you have come here for my help, and if you choose to join me Lucius, tomorrow Malfoy Manor and all the money you so foolishly lost will again be yours".

"That would be most gracious of you my Lord, but surely there must be a price? Nothing is free in this world".

Voldemort made a strange hissing sound Lucius assumed was laughter. "Ah, your father loved that expression. Of course my dear boy, nothing is free in this world. In fifteen years I expect your firstborn son, I believe his name is Draco? He will be mine then to do with as I please."

Lucius was speechless, his son? Give Draco to this creature, to do with as he pleases? No, there must be another way.

"Do you accept my offer Lucius? Soon you will be homeless, your family will be shamed and the Malfoy name will be nothing. What will you do? I will not help you. In fact after the manor has been seized, you may even be sent to Azkaban for some of the Dark Arts material that they may find. Who will take care of your lovely wife and your son then? She is very beautiful, how long will it take her to find a new husband and father for Draco? If you follow my plan you will raise your son and then I will, lets say - continue his education".

Lucius's mind was racing... what was he going to do? Thoughts of being thrown out of the mansion, living on the streets, begging for food, Narcissa with another man, Draco when he first said daddy, Draco calling another man daddy...

"I accept your offer My Lord, I will become a Death Eater and be your faithful servant". Lucius bowed his head and silently accepted his fate.