- Rating:
- PG-13
- House:
- The Dark Arts
- Characters:
- Draco Malfoy Harry Potter Lucius Malfoy
- Genres:
- Angst Drama
- Era:
- Multiple Eras
- Spoilers:
- Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire
- Stats:
-
Published: 07/29/2002Updated: 07/29/2002Words: 1,120Chapters: 1Hits: 571
Like Father, Like Son
Saitaina
- Story Summary:
- Lucius and Draco struggle to overcome the bonds of blood while finding just how close they tie.
- Posted:
- 07/29/2002
- Hits:
- 571
Lucius:
Don't come on so cocksure boy
You can't escape your genes
No point in feeling good boy
Your background intervenes
Lucius smiled at the mirror as he added gel to his hands, rubbing
them together and slicking them through his hair, styling it
intently as he watched his own every movement. He blew a
kiss to himself before turning away from the mirror, watching
Draco as his son did the same thing in a mirror across the room.
The younger Malfoy frowning before picking a piece of hair
between his fingers and putting it just so, a small smirk
crossing his face as he found his appearance satisfying. The
younger Malfoy picked up a white mask laying on the vanity,
running a finger oh so gently down the nose of the white face,
biting his lip, a fine trembling in his hand.
Lucius walked over and placed a hand on Draco's shoulder, his own
worn mask hanging from a hook on his belt. "It's time,"
he purred in Draco's ear, nipping at the delicate shell before
heading to the door.
Listen Good and Listen straight
You're not the master of your fate
To this you must be reconciled
You'll always be your father's child
At times acclaimed at times reviled
You'll wind up doing just what I've done
Like Father, Like Son
Lucius bent slowly, ignoring the pain in his knees as his
forehead touched Voldemort's robe, his lips caressing the worn
leather of the boot in front of him. He smiled slightly as
he heard a groan of pain and looked to his left, watching as
another blond head bowed down, Draco's lips touching the muddy
leather. Fatherly pride swelled in his chest as a pale hand
came down, caressing the locks of Draco's hair, a sign of
approval, of acceptance.
The hand then moved over to Lucius and hooked under his chin,
drawing the wizard to his feet. Voldemort leaned in and
kissed Lucius softly, dismissing Draco from his thoughts for a
moment as the two lovers re-united after months apart. Months
of worry and months of training heirs.
Draco:
Don't assume your vices
Get handed down the line
That a parent's blood suffices
To condemn the child's design
Draco watched disgusted as his father and Voldemort kissed
hungrily, drinking from each other. He turned away, staring
out at the Death Eaters around him, trying to push the sounds of
sucking away from behind him, shivering with revulsion. He
couldn’t’ believe after all this time, he was standing
here, the last place he wanted to be, mud on his lips, and a burn
on his arm. He raised his white mask and stared down at the
laughing face. He suddenly doubled over and retched,
emptying his stomach, crying.
I've done wrong I can't deny
But at least I know that I
Shouldn't blame that on my stock
This may come as quite a shock
But I'm no chip off any block
I wouldn't wish those words on anyone
Like Father, Like Son
“Ah, young Mister Malfoy, come in,” Dumbledore said,
standing, holding out a hand to Draco.
Draco stared at that hand for a moment, seeing all that it was
silent offering before reaching into his school robes and pulling
out a white piece of plastic, laying it in Dumbledore’s hand.
As Dumbledore glanced down at the white painted face,
raising an eyebrow Draco cleared his throat, taking a seat.
“I want to help you,” he said softly, raising his
red, tears stained eyes to those of his headmaster. “I
want to destroy him.”
Dumbledore nodded and set the mask on his desk, the hallow eyes
staring up at the two men.
Lucius
Son you're nervous, take my hand
All is settled, all is planned
You've got the world at your command
I don't think you understand
Lucius smiled at his son, ruffling his pale blond hair before
moving past the young Malfoy, kicking in a door and shouting
curses as they stormed the home of a well placed muggle couple.
All around them Death Eater’s ran, shouting curses,
laughing and joking as bodies fell at their feet. Voldemort
stood apart from them all, watching and savoring the death and
destruction before him. He moved into the house and laughed
a cold, dark laughter as the killing curse tumbled from his lips.
Draco
I appreciate too well
The squalor at which you exceed
It isn't very hard to tell
Evil's a distinctive smell
Draco gagged on the smell of burning flesh as giddy and drunk
Death Eaters lighted mocking funeral pyres around him. In
the fire’s glow he saw his father standing at Voldemort’s
right hand side, that long pale hand caressing Lucius’s
shoulder the flames illuminating their gleeful faces. Draco
raised a shaking hand to cover his mouth and nose, staring into
his father’s eyes before turning and running, stumbling as
he tried to escape the horror behind him.
Harry opened the door to his uncle’s house, staring at the
blond who was on his knees, retching, sobbing, and mumbling to
himself. Harry gripped Draco’s arms and made him
stand, looking into the shock filled eyes before pulling Draco
into the house, holding him close as the shorter man cried on his
shoulder, trying to rid his soul of the pain.
Lucius
He's lost all sense of reason
And why? Some foreign slut
Not only is that treason
Some doors are slamming shut
Lucius stepped out onto his balcony, looking down at the gardens
below. Draco lay in the rosebuds, a soft blanket beneath
him as he curled more into Harry’s arms, sighing softly,
contently. Lucius’ hand clenched on the railing as he
watched the lovers kiss tenderly, softly.
Just like me he's that flesh
Can excite but will enmesh
Lucius slipped down the hallway, his finger running over the
metal blade in his hand as he slipped through the shadows,
hearing laughter from Narcissa’s bedroom, shivering
slightly, not wanting to know what his wife was up to. He
paused outside a dark doorway and grinned, placing a hand on the
door before opening it silently.
Once we rid him of this blight
Once that harlot's out of sight
Then I think he'll see the light
He won't walk back to Daddy he will run!
Like Father, Like Son
Harry slept soundly, looking innocent and young in his sleep as
Lucius stood over him. Lucius bent down close, kissing the
hero of the wizarding world softly as he drew a knife across
Harry’s throat, feeling the warm wash of blood as it poured
over his hand. “Sleep sweet,” Lucius whispered
before raising and looking down into Draco’s face, kissing
his son’s ear softly. “Daddy loves you.”