Blood Red

Draco looked around. Something was really, really wrong. He was trying to remember everything, but seemed to be having a huge problem. There was a dull ache in his stomach. He had one hell of a headache. And he wasn't in his warm, comfortable bed. He was on a cold stone floor. He moved his arm, which felt as though a thousand galleons had weighted it down. He gently touched his stomach, which was warm and strangely sticky. And there was a...hole? Fuck Malfoy, what have you got yourself into now? He asked himself. He knew he would die pretty soon. By the state of the wound (and the fact he wasn't screaming his lungs out), he was past pain, and didn't have a great deal of time to live.

"Draco!! Draco!!" he heard the sound of his mother's voice echoing softly round the room.

"M...mo..mother?" he scowled inwardly, angry at the obvious weakness showing in his voice.

"Oh Merlin, Draco! Your father really made a mess of this...didn't he?" she tutted, looking at his sticky clothing.

"My...my father?"

"Yes dear, your father. He did make a mess. I should be able to clear this up." She said, but even so something sinister entangled in her words caused Draco to try and frown.

"He...he did this to me...BASTARD"

Narcissa Malfoy snarled, and slapped him hard across the face: "Don't you EVER. Ever talk like that about your father."

Draco realised that in this moment, no matter what he did, he was going to die.

He spat in his mothers face. "Bitch. Kill me and be done with it."

"With pleasure."

The face of the only person who he thought could ever love him contorted into a fierce picture of rage as her felt a knife slide into him. She twisted the knife. Draco lay there choking on his own blood. The pure blood, the purity that had set him apart; that had run through his veins was now his poison.

He saw his mother walking away calmly. He heard the slowing pound of him heart beat, the shallow struggle for breath. Then he remembered. Lucius, had a metal stick...a spear? Ran Draco through with it. Tossed him aside in the dungeons. Left him to die.

His mother. He would have cried if there were life left enough left in him. No. Malfoy showed no weakness. Except the bloody great gaping hole through him!

His vision blurred. He drew one last breath, sucking another load of his gift, and now his curse into his lungs. And Draco Malfoy was no more.

Lucius sat in the lounge, staring serenely into space. A cruel smile tugged at the corner of his...well it wasn't really his mouth was it? The smile tugged on the corner of his borrowed mouth. A look worn only by Lucius, but on the delicate face of Narcissa. He laughed, loving the sound of her voice ringing through the empty rooms of Malfoy Manor. Narcissa rarely smiled, except for her precious Draco. He scowled. Women, and all they want want want. 'Buy me dresses, buy me a pet, I want a child.'

Well, the child had now been taken care of as Lord Voldemort had clearly ordered. And Lucius had made sure the boy was broken mentally before he died. Thank Merlin for polyjuice potions! That's the way to do it! A nice spot of mental torture before supper! Speaking of supper..."Dobby!" called Lucius, before he remembered Dobby was freed. By the Potter boy. Lucius really hoped his Master would kill him slowly.

Somewhere Lord Voldemort smiled. He could monitor the thoughts of all his followers, and was happy to know that Lucius had obeyed his orders. And even added some flourish of his own. Ingenious.

Lucius had indeed done well. The child would have been a threat, had he been allowed to live. He would reward Lucius in the only way he could...more power. His Death Eaters were tiresome sometimes, only wanting more power, to expand their capabilities. But then they were flawed, but still efficient. They were of use to him, and so they would be spared.

He had now to eliminate the only foreseeable remaining threat...Potter.