Broomsticks and Bedfellows

Broomsticks and Bedfellows

Chapter 12

(Getting down to it now. Only One Chapter remains. This is a LONG chapter to make up for short last chapter. Enjoy and don;t bite your nails down like I did writing it lol)

“”Father, can you hear me? Where are you?” Draco called out but no answer came. He could see his wand laying obstructed under Harry while Nathaniel’s vision of his wife rode Harry, their moans burning in Draco’s ears. He dropped to his hands and knees and closed his eyes, his hands beginning to shake as he reached for the wand. Hermione’s cried out for Draco to save her, as the sexual act turned into rape. His first instinct was to beat Harry, to save his wife, but he remembered Lucius’s words and he grabbed the wand while Ginny begged for him to love her.

“Draco, I love you. I’ve always loved you. Come fill me with your manliness. Let’s start what we started before. Come on Dragon, don’t you want me?” Ginny said. Draco pushed her away and used his wand on the door. It popped open and he ran for it as fast as he could. He had to get away from the scene that was playing out before him. He thrust through the door and now he was standing on the grounds of Malfoy Manor. It was a rainy day, the clouds threatening above. A lightning bolt struck a tree in the distance and Draco watched the tree fall, the deep rumble of thunder booming in his ears. He squinted when he saw a small figure run out from the tree and then he heard the wails of his son, tormented and frightened in the middle of a wicked thunderstorm. Draco sprinted across the grounds of Malfoy Manor, torrential rain slapping and stinging his face. He must have found a way out of the house of horrors. He must be back at home. He ran faster towards the little boy.

“Dada, ball,” Scorpius said, looking up at his father and Draco swooped, plucking the boy into his arms and cradling him to his chest.

“I got you Scorpius. Daddy will never let anything happen to you. Why are you out here alone? Where’s your Mummy and Grandmother?”

“Mama,dare,Dada!” Scorpius pointed and another bolt of energy cracked around him. He ran into the crypts, where the boy had pointed. Scorpius’s red ball rolled down the dark corridors of the crypt. It was a ball that Draco had gotten for him during a shopping trip to Diagon Alley. It was magic, and it sang lullabies and nursery rhymes to his son while glowing and changing colors. It sang now as it rolled down the cold stone floor of the Malfoy Manor crypt..

Ring around the rosey. Draco’s nose is bloody.

Ashes, smashes, Hermione falls dead.

Draco kicked the ball as hard as he could and the sound that emanated was that of Scorpius, screaming in torment. He dropped his head to see that the toddler was no longer in his arms. His face grew pale as he ran down the dimly lit Malfoy crypt after the ball he had booted away, the whimpers of his son growing louder now.

“Lumos!” He lit his wand and there curled into a ball in the fetal position was Scorpius. The little boy’s tears fell down his cheeks.

“Hurt,Dada. Mama…I want Mama.” The boy cowered when Draco reached for him. Had he struck his own son? He was trembling now at Draco’s touch and Draco began to tear up.

“I won’t hurt you. I love you Scorpius.” Scorpius looked into his face with a malevolent grin and pointed. Draco followed the boy’s finger and opened the creaky door to one of the crypt rooms where the Malfoy line of ancestors were buried.

“Mama, see!” Scorpius struggled in his father’s arms finally biting Draco on the hand until he let him down. The little boy ran ahead and seemed to be playing with something in his tiny little hands.

“Scorpius, what is that? Don’t touch anything in here baby.” Draco strode over to the boy and looked down to see that Scorpius was playing with his mother’s wedding ring. Draco took the ring from the boy and then his eyes fell upon what Scorpius was clamoring over. Hermione lay pale and lifeless; her eyes open with an empty stare, sprawled out on a cement slab that jutted from the wall of the crypt. His heart caught in his throat and Draco fell to his knees. He stroked her hair and hugged her body against his.

“Hermione, no! I’m so sorry baby. I was too late. How did I let this happen. How?! I love you Hermione. He cradled his dead wife in his hands. It all felt so real and Draco couldn’t tell the difference. He had gotten out of the house and now he was here, at home and every detail was exactly the same as he remembered it. He wept over Hermione’s body and then he heard a gulping sound. Still holding Hermione in his arms he turned around, to see the tiny toddler, potion bottle in hand, chugging the deadly liquid from Mr. Parkinson’s illegal potions collection, that Draco had acquired while dating Pansy Parkinson.

“No! Scorpius. No!” Draco dropped the lifeless body of his wife and ran to his son now. He ripped the potion bottle from his little arms and threw it, hard, on the stony floor. It shattered into a million pieces, noxious fumes being released in the far corner of the room. He scooped Scorpius up into arms and watched in terrified fear as the life flowed out of the boy, his breathing becoming shallow, his body growing limp and a bluish hue, replacing the once healthy light skin of his son. He shook the boy, calling out his name.

“Scorpius! My baby boy, please don’t die. Scorpius!” Draco lost it now. He wailed as the life drained away from his beautiful baby boy. He laid kisses down the boy’s forehead and cheeks and clutched him to his heart.

“You killed my grandson! You are a horrible,horrible son,Draco!” Narcissa screamed at Draco, wagging her finger in his face as he knelt on the floor in the room with his dead wife and cradling his lifeless son.

“How could you Malfoy?” Ginny scolded him now.

“You were never good enough for her Malfoy. If I had married her, she would be alive today! You are nothing but a bloody good for nothing git,” Ron Weasley said.

“You took my virginity and turned me into a whore Draco. It serves you right that your son died by my Father’s potions. You got what you deserve Draco!” Pansy Parkinson twittered.

“Married a mudblood. Killed his only son, the only heir to the Malfoy fortune. You will be penniless and heart broken for the rest of your life,Draco,” Lucius called out, sneering at his son who lay defeated on the floor holding his dead boy.

“This isn’t real! None of you are real!” Draco called out through sobs. He remembered the real voice of his Father and the warning and now Draco began to see that none of this could be real. His wife was not dead and his son was alright. This was Nathaniel’s doing! Nathaniel was playing with his mind again. Draco shut out the chastises from his family and friends and focused.

“Gone! This isn’t real!”

“It isn’t…you are right. But this is dear brother,” Nathaniel said, sitting down next to Draco. Suddenly Draco was in a small cell inside a dark and gothic looking house. There were bars around the room as his eyes fell upon the scene. Lucius Malfoy was chained to a metal hook in the middle of the cell. He knelt, head bent low, his shoulders painfully cocked downwards where he writhed to break free his restraints. Harry was face down on the floor, his hands inside two metal boxes that had teeth as they clawed into his skin. His feet were in similar boxes and Harry yelped and hollered out in pain as the teeth chewed on his hands and feet. Ginny was hung by her ankles, upside down, her face red and her ankles bleeding, and then his eyes fell to Hermione, who was chained in shackles, her wrists bloodied as she hung from the ceiling, with nothing to support her. Her mouth was red with smeared blood and her left eye was blackened and swollen.

“This isn’t real! I won’t look anymore.” Draco closed his eyes and wished it all away, but then his brother spoke.

“But, it is real. You are here too dearest brother. Open your eyes and see.” Draco reluctantly did as he said and opened his eyes. He saw himself lying in a pool of his own blood, a gaping wound oozing blood from his head. He was breathing, so Draco knew he was still alive. He flicked his wand at Hermione, casting a spell to release her from her binds, but it didn’t work. He tried again and again, but it was futile.

“Let them go Nathaniel. Take me,” Draco said.

“What makes you think I won’t take all of them and you?” The two brothers sat facing each other and Draco could finally see the resemblance. He did look like Draco, more than he had realized.

“Because it’s me you want. I represent everything that was taken away from you. I can’t imagine what your life has been like. You never received the love that I did.”

“I’m the Malfoy heir! I’m the older bother! Everything you have, should be mine! The money, the job, the wife and your son! All mine!”

“No. You can’t make people love you Nathaniel. What was taken from you is a travesty. But, it does not change the fact that I worked for what I have. I endured hardships and pain, just as you did.”

“Fool! You know not of hardships!”

“Then tell me Nathaniel! Tell me of your plights. Tell me of your pain!” Draco had to do something. Perhaps if he could turn the tide of the game in his favor it would give him the opportunity to expel Nathaniel from his mind, without him ever noticing. He could then rescue his wife and the others. He knew the key to escaping this hellish nightmare lay in this room.

“Why? So you can pretend to care? Nobody cares for me! The vampires fed off me for years until I escaped.” Nathaniel rolled up his sleeve to reveal a series of scars. There were hundreds of scars covering his arms. “I have these covering my entire body. Do you think Hermione would like them? Would she be willing to touch a man with marks like these?” Nathaniel smiled sinisterly and Draco felt sick to his stomach at the thought of this monster touching his wife.

“I want to understand you Nathaniel. I want to know my brother.”

“Lies! Lies,lies,lies! I may not have been born with two parents that loved me, but don’t take me for a fool Draco!”

“Release us. I will stay with you and you can show me what your life was like. You can have a brother, somebody who cares. Don’t you want that? I can be that person for you. You don’t have to be alone anymore. I can get you help. I can show you that not everything in this world is bad. You can have the things you want without using mind games to achieve those means.

“No. There can be no such life for me. You are trying to trick me. You are like Lucius. You wish me dead. You wish I never existed. I am a dirty reminder that the Malfoy name is impure.”

“I didn’t even know you existed! You are angry at me for taking what you feel was yours, but I never knew you bloody well existed! Both of us were denied having a brother.”

“I wanted you Nathaniel. I wanted to take you home with me but the Dark Lord wished you dead,” Lucius Malfoy looked up from his restraints and spoke. Nathaniel swung his head around.

“You can’t be here! I’m in Draco’s mind, so you can’t be talking unless I make it happen. How are you doing this?” Draco had no idea how Lucius was doing it either, or how he had warned him earlier that none of this was real. Draco saw Hermione choking on her own blood and he tried in vain to reach out to her with his mind. Hs attempts fell on deaf ears though.

“Did you think you were the only one in the family who possessed this great magic? “ Lucius said.

“This cannot be true! I have the gift because of my vampire blood! Elizabeta told me as such. Her blood nourished me as I grew inside her womb! Now tell me how you are doing it or I shall kill you at once!” Draco watched as Lucius’s eyes turned red. His restraints broke free and he staggered to his feet, now approaching a frightened Nathaniel who cowered on the floor before him.

“She lied to you, dear son of mine. Let us go to the place where it all started. I will show you the proof that you need. This is Elizabeta’s house is it not? We were all taken here by portkey when Draco touched the serpent on Blackstone’s house. You are smart my dear boy. To turn something so big, into a portkey. I was inside the house already and Potter was connected by wand to it. What I don’t understand is how you got Hermione and the Weasley girl here? They weren’t touching the house and they didn’t arrive here when I did. So how did you do it? You answer my questions, and I’ll answer yours. Tit for tat Nathaniel. I know you have questions. Don’t you?” Lucius’s voice was shrill and eerie. Draco remembered this side of his Father. His Father used this voice many times around Voldemort when Voldemort and the Death Eaters lived at Malfoy Manor. It frightened Draco and he felt chills allover his weakened body. The wound in his head was still oozing blood and now Draco could not only see his body lying helplessly untethered on the cold floor of the cell, but he could feel the pain of the wound inflicted upon him. Perhaps Lucius’s diversion with Nathaniel was weakening the power Nathaniel had over his mind.

“I didn’t have to do anything to get them here. I merely told them that if they wanted to see their husbands alive then they should follow me. They did. Their love was their weakness and will be the means by which I snuff the life out of them,” Nathaniel laughed.

“Impressive,” Lucius chided. “The Dark Lord was wrong in sentencing you to death. You are clearly more cunning and powerful then even he was. Dreadful mistake that I wasn’t able to raise you as my son. I am most impressed that you got the mudblood and the blood traitor to follow my worthless son and the pathetic excuse for a wizard that Potter is. I must congratulate you Nathaniel,” Lucius said.

“You don’t mean it. This is some trick.”

“NO, Nathaniel. No trick. Take us to the well and I will show you how it all happened. I will allow you to relive the scene, to see my intent. You will never find peace without this knowledge. Take me there and release Draco and the others,” Lucius prodded.

“We do it my way old man. If you try anything I’ll kill the mudblood!”

“Release me and we will go to the well. You have my word that I’ll not do anything once you release me,” Lucius said in that dreadful, wicked voice that petrified Draco as a child. Nathaniel closed his eyes and suddenly Draco felt him withdrawing from his mind. His head felt a ton lighter as his deranged brothers weight lifted from his mind. He stood up and made for Hermione, but he felt heavy hands on his back and then he was standing somewhere else entirely. It was night and the stars twinkled above. There was a rose garden with thorny rosebuds blooming blood red all around them. Lucius was there and so was Nathaniel. Draco felt weak. His shirt was bloodied from the wound on his head, where he assumed he had been bludgeoned after he arrived by portkey. Lucius looked at Draco, but he didn’t give anything away. He couldn’t tell if his father was his ally or his enemy. His voice and his demeanor had changed, and as promised he did not move on Nathaniel and Draco did not know if he had the strength left to do it himself. He had lost a lot of blood and he needed what little strength he had left in order to save his wife and friends. The thought of Hermione’s battered face tormented his thoughts. His beautiful wife, strung up like a piece of meat on a meat hook. He couldn’t bear the thought, and he felt responsible.

“Get in the well!” Nathaniel lunged on Draco and thrust him towards a dark, deep well. Draco felt his body being pushed over the edge. He struggled, but his bother overpowered him. Draco clung to the stone at the top ring of the well, his body weak and the strain in his arms nearly too much to take. “There. Now you won’t try to trick me Father,” Nathaniel said to Lucius, who stood idly by, while Draco shifted to gain a better grip. His body dangled, precariously over the deep and dark hole in the ground.

“Show me now Father!”

“I’ll not let you into my mind Nathaniel. I will give you my memories though.” Lucius produced his wand. Draco saw a butterfly fly from it and land on his nose. He twitched to get it to fly away, but it remained there. The spell he had cast on Lucius’s wand must have still been working. Lucius held his wand to his own head and silver strands of memories were exuded from his mind. They hung in the air by the tip of his wand and then Lucius, willing handed Nathaniel his wand. Nathaniel placed the wand to his own head. The silver was sucked into Nathaniel’s head. Draco’s eyes grew wide as he peered over the well, wrapping his arms tightly around the lip of the well to better hold himself there. If he had a little more strength he could have wrapped a leg over the top, in order to climb out, but his head continued to bleed, one eye now completely covered by the sticky blood that matted his hair.

Nathaniel raised his hands and projected the memory outwards. Now the three of them were looking at a scene from years past. Bellatrix Lestrange, stood next to the well as did Lucius and Elizabeta, the vampiress.

“Do it Lucius! Are you afraid? Cast the filthy thing into the well. The Dark Lord is expecting us.”

“This is our child Bellatrix!” Lucius cried out, clutching Bellatrix by the arms. She shrugged him off with a wicked curl of her lip.

“Are you doubting the Dark Lord?” Bellatrix asked as if challenging Lucius.

“Of course not. The child could prove useful though as it grows. It could help us to defeat the Order. James Potter and Sirius Black could potentially be a threat to us. They are pureblood’s like us, and they have rallied forces, to fight the mighty Death Eaters. It is said, that Dumbledore has created an army to fight against the Dark Lord. He intends to challenge the Dark Lord. Our son could prove to be the most powerful weapon the Wizarding world has ever seen! It could tip he scales in our favor,Bellatrix, should a war be close at hand.”

Draco listened and watched. This had all happened before he was even born, before Voldemort had killed Harry’s parents and left Harry with the scar. His Father looked younger and wore his hair tied back in a loose ponytail. Bellatrix too looked younger. She was more beautiful then he had ever remembered her, but then he remembered his mother telling him that before Voldemort had completely twisted her mind, she had been a striking woman.

“You do doubt the Dark Lord,Lucius. Potter and Sirius Black will be no threat to us. My worthless cousin was disowned years ago. He doesn’t have a leg to stand on and Potter, he’s nothing but a stupid jock!”

“Perhaps you are right. Shall we at least name our son before…?” Lucius couldn’t even say it. He gulped hard. Nathaniel seemed to be engrossed in this and Draco decided it was his chance to try to free himself. His arms were heavy, the strain of holding his weight enormous. He wriggled, trying to swing his leg over the well but he couldn’t. He almost lost his grip entirely but struggled back up so he could watch the scene.

“Piece of shite? That good enough for you Lucius? I don’t know what my sister see’s in you. You are weak Lucius! The Dark Lord is the only man I’d ever want to father my children. This crying, whining brat is nothing to me. Name him what you will and then let’s be rid of the filth.” Draco could hear the cries of the tiny infant. His eyes drew to the ground in front of the well where he could see tiny fingers flailing, innocently inside a witches cauldron. Lucius looked down and Draco saw a tear escape his eyes.

“I will call you Nathaniel,” Lucius said, picking the cauldron up and touching his little finger’s. Lucius gulped hard and then leaned over the well. Draco had a clear vision of what was playing out now as the cauldron was lifted over his head. He felt sick to his stomach. His own father was about to cast a newborn baby down a well, all in the name of the Dark Lord. Draco hated Voldemort. No matter how much time passed, his wrath was always felt. Draco had to look at the Dark Mark on his own arm every day when he showered, a vivid reminder of his servitude and enslavement. How had his father been able to do this? Draco vomited thinking about it. What if it had been Draco? What if the Dark Lord had ordered Lucius to kill Draco in the same way? Draco shuddered, his face growing paler by the minute as he watched this dastardly scene play out. Nathaniel stood motionless, expressionless, as he watched.

“Do it already Lucius, or I will if you haven’t got the balls to!”

“Petrificus Totallus!” Lucius shouted, pointing his wand at Bellatrix. He lowered the cauldron with the crying infant back down to the ground. Elizabeta’s eyes grew wide. She had been standing nearby, in silence, watching as Bellatix and Lucius prepared to kill their child in the name of Voldemort. Now she stepped forward.

“I’ll take him! Give him to me and let me hide him from Voldemort. “

“If Voldemort finds him he will kill my wife. My wife is newly pregnant with a child, my child. I can’t risk it. I can’t risk the life of my unborn child.”

“Is this not your child too?”

“Yes, but…I don’t love the mother.”

“Is love not love? Do you love the child, Lucius?”

“Yes. He is my son. He can have no life with me though. Voldemort would kill him if he ever knew I spared his life. He would kill Narcissa and he would kill the child that she carries.”

“You have a decision to make. I will hide the child. I will send him away to other vampire colonies. He will not have love, but he will live, that I can promise you.”

Draco watched as the younger image of Lucius gazed up at the twinkling stars above. Draco craned his neck to see what it was his Father was looking at. A thin layer of cloud cover has presented itself on that evening so long ago. Draco stared hard into the night sky and then he noticed a cluster of stars above. It was the only constellation visible on the warm summer night. Draco was looking at the constellation of Draco, the dragon. His father had tears in his eyes as he gazed at the stars overhead. Draco had a sinking feeling that this is where his name came from. It couldn’t be coincidence.

“Yes, I will let you raise him. I owe you much for this gracious act. I have to make Bellatrix think that she saw me murder the baby though.” Elizabeta glided back to the very spot she had been standing in, before Lucius petrified Bellatrix. She dropped her head and then Lucius picked up the cauldron and cast a spell on the black metal pot.

“You will not die, but your cries will not be heard. I will come for you when it is safe and Elizabeta will be your mother. I’m sorry Nathaniel. I do love you,” Lucius said into the face of the tiny baby boy that was Nathaniel. With a flick of his wand Bellatrix was alert again.

“Did you do something to me? I feel different,” Bellatrix said with suspicion in her voice.

“Shut up woman! I’m about to kill our baby. Do you not have any decency left inside your cold wretched heart? Be quiet this instant!” Lucius sspoke coldly, and Bellatrix recoiled with a sneer.

“Get on with it!”

Lucius dropped the cauldron into the well. Now Draco could see his Aunt’s demented snarl as she hung her head over the well watching the cauldron disappear into the darkness.

“I didn’t hear it land, did you?” Bellaterix said to Elizabeta, clearly not entirely trusting of Lucius. A vampire’s hearing was ten times what a witch or wizards was, and Elizabeta kept with the ruse and lied to Bellatrix.

“The cauldron splashed into the murky depths. I heard it clearly. The child is gurgling now. Silence now.” Elizabeta said dropping her head once again. Draco could see the deception on his father’s face, his brow sweating, as he must have feared Bellatrix exposing his plan.

“Gurgled huh?” Bellatrix cackled. Now Draco remembered where he knew that cackle from. Nathaniel laughed just like his wicked mother.

“Let us go. I wish to return to my wife.”

“I think I’ll stay a while. Mourn the loss of my murdered son,” Bellatrix laughed.

“Then we will stay together. Can we at least go into the house?” Lucius did not want Bellatrix hovering over the well.

“Yes, we should celebrate,” she said. Lucius looked like he was going to vomit at the evil witches words, but he escorted her back into Elizabeta’s house.

The images ended and Nathaniel turned on his Father.

“You are a coward! You left me there for days. I could show you the images of what I suffered. Rats crawling over my face and nipping at my fingers and toes. Water filling the cauldron and freezing my body. I was able to view these memories. That is when I forced Elizabeta to apply for citizenship. I found out about my well respected family. That you had a son that you loved and I vowed to take everything away from him. He should not live such a privileged life when I was left with vampires. Do you know what it is like to cry for your Father into the night as vampires nipped at your body, sucking your life-force away? You left me with vampires Father! You should have killed me in the well! You did this to me!” Nathaniel swung at Lucius but Lucius captured him in his arms.

“Yes! I should have killed you. I did not know that I was condemning you to a life such as you have endured though. I am sorry Nathaniel. I never wished this upon you. The circumstances though…were…impossible,” Lucius said as Nathaniel struggled in his arms. Draco couldn’t hold on any longer. He was going to fall. His arms were numb, yet he looked on, unable to take his eyes off his father that was now embracing Nathaniel as Nathaniel struggled to break free, clearly unable to accept any form of love after the years of solitude.

“Why couldn’t you take me home? Why did HE get the love I never did? I wanted a Father. I learned all the dark arts. I became a warrior, a warlock and a mage, and the best manipulator of minds, all to be like you! “

“Yes, and you are brilliant. You are such a smart boy. It was unfair what I did to you. I cannot make up for the years of torture and abandonment that you felt, but I can tell you that I am sorry Nathaniel. I am sorry for what I have done to you. If I could change it, I would, but as such I cannot.”

“Kill Draco! Kill him now. Prove to me that you truly mean it. We will be together as Father and son. I will believe you and I will teach you all that I know. We can live together and you can give me the family that I have always deserved. Kill Draco. Prove to me Father!” Lucius nodded, and the two embraced in a loving hug. Nathaniel was crying into Lucius’s cloak. Lucius’s eyes met Draco’s and Draco felt a shiver engulf his entire body. He was going to die. Lucius was going to kill him. Draco looked down at the black hole beneath him. Hermione would die and Scorpius would have no parents. Would Scorpius turn out like Nathaniel if this happened? A trickle of blood from his wound seeped into his eye again and he blinked, the blood filling his vision with the color of power and hatred and anger. He was seeing red, and then suddenly hands were prying his arms from the well. He looked up to see the eyes of his bother Nathaniel, gripping him tightly, with Lucius standing closely behind him. Draco clutched at his arm and yanked with all of his force and might and he felt Nathaniel’s body give, plunging forward. Draco hung by one arm now, his body swinging dangerously over the well. When the redness cleared from his eye he could see Nathaniel, hanging by his arms on the other side of the well. Now both sons hung over the dark hole. Lucius looked surprised as he hovered above them both.

“Do it Father! Prove your love to me. Kill Draco!” Nathaniel shouted and Draco looked at Lucius with sadness. He had nothing left. His fingers would surely slip at any moment. Draco whispered his goodbyes to Hermione and Scorpius, pledging his undying love to his family.

“I’m sorry I failed you baby. I love you so. I will see you someday. One day we will be together again.” Draco said as tears fell from the silvery pools of majestic brilliance that were the windows to his soul. A soul that would live on, cleansed from his past wrongdoings. He would make the ultimate sacrifice, for the Father he loved so dearly.

“Do what you are going to do Father. I know you have to kill me. I know how much this must have hurt you through the years…what you did to him. I’ve had a privileged life and he was robbed of everything. I….forgive you.” Draco shuddered as he said the words. He didn’t want to die, but he did love his father and he remembered their conversation in the study. Lucius had said that he didn’t know if he would have done what he did to Nathaniel to Draco, had it been him that Lord Voldemort ordered to be put to death. He saw the pain on his father’s face, then in the study, and now. Draco clawed at the sides of the well with his free hand. The sidewall crumbled and Draco swang by one hand, his knuckles white as his fingers gripped the lip of the well. They were slipping. He would die regardless of what happened and Lucius seemed to be frozen in doubt, mulling his decision over, as Nathaniel continued to shout.

“Kill him Father! Help me up, and kill him!”

Lucius stepped forward, and grabbed a hold of one of his sons arms. One of his sons was now being safely held by the wrists.

“I’m so sorry. I will love you forever, my son. I wish things did not have to be this way, but I owe him more. I’ve robbed him of my love for his whole life.” Lucius let go of the man’s arms, his screams shrieking into the night as he plunged down the hole of the well. A loud thud sounded, the well having been dry for years. He was dead. Lucius screamed in torturous agony at what he had just done. He turned to his other son and heaved the man into his waiting arms.

“I don’t know how I am going to live with myself, with what I have done,” Lucius said to his son.

“I’ll help you. We have each other.” Father and son embraced and the man began to cry into Lucius’s arms. They knelt in the dew sodden ground, on this crystal clear summer night. Lucius looked up into the sky and his eyes fell to the constellation Draco and a gush of tears spurt from his eyes, falling onto his son’s head below him.

“What have I done?”

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Evil cliffy I know…lol…I am continuing to write the last chapter of this story…If you want me to update then REVIEW! I expect everyone reading this story to review! Come on folks :P Give me some love! If you think he saved Nathaniel let me know…If you think he saved Draco let me know! I got a kick out of Miss Hermione's review that this fic is creepy LOL YES it is. When you have a long lost brother who was thrown down a well as a baby by his own Father, and who was born of a vampire and is a master manipulator of the biggest mind-fuck ever, then yep you have a creepy fic :P MY next one won't be creepy though. I can only handle writing this stuff in small doses lol