TITLE: Blood Ties
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SPOILERS: small ones for GoF.
KEYWORDS: Draco, Lucius, Narcissa, Malfoy
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and
owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury
Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No
money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
SUMMARY: Draco confronts his father when Avada Kedavra kills Narcissa
Malfoy. Are the Dark Arts a path to power or pain?
HP Improv #5
defile -- pause -- phantom -- heat
Author's Notes: Takes place between Draco's fifth and sixth years at Hogwarts.
Draco is dealing with pressure from his father to join the Death Eaters,
and also with the moral dilemma this has caused. I think that Draco can
be redeemed, because after all, he is only a kid.
He was walking home, having finally blown off the steam from his daily
row with his father. He was no closer to giving in, to quitting Hogwarts
getting as far as possible from Dumbledore's influence. He wanted time
to make up his mind, decide for himself which side was the right one.
Cedric Diggory's death had been something of a joke to Draco Malfoy, but
in the year that had passed since then, death had become more serious.
When the students had returned to Hogwarts after a summer to recover,
Draco found himself (like many other students, especially in Slytherin)
faced with a choice. Dumbledore began to put pressure on the older students
to choose where their loyalties would lie. One by one, students
pledged allegiance to the Order of the Phoenix and Dumbledore's cause.
Slytherins whose fathers and mothers were suspected Death Eaters began
leave in droves, and the occasional Ravenclaw
or Gryffindor had been known to flee for "personal
problems". Hufflepuffs seemed only to band together,
the memory of Diggory haunting each of them. Draco was
caught between two worlds when, during the Christmas
holidays, he was first pressured to follow Voldemort
and become a Death Eater.
When he witnessed his first death, a hapless
witch whose name he didn't remember, the words
Avada Kedavra echoing through his nightmares
months later, Draco became aware that he couldn't
sit on the fence much longer.
It had been especially rough since the summer
holidays had begun. Dumbledore's parting words
left Draco feeling as though he would never see
the halls of Hogwarts again. What is right is
not always easy, Dumbledore had said, looking
sadly over his spectacles at the Slytherin table,
and pointedly at Draco.
Tonight's problems had started when his father
Apparated in the parlor, where Draco had been
talking with his mother. Lucius Malfoy was
unusually disheveled and obviously angry. Narcissa
had moved to his side, tried to take his cloak and
wand and put them away, but he focused on Draco and
a shouting match began. Lucius was being taunted
for his son's lack of commitment to the cause; he
was at his wit's end and demanded that Draco choose
a side or face life without the benefit of the
Draco knew that his father meant choosing Voldemort.
He wasn't ready to decide, not ready to make a choice;
he was barely sixteen! He wanted to live a life free
of choice or responsibility, and that included Dumbledore's
righteous foolishness as well as Voldemort's tortuous
pride. Lucius demanded a decision, blood rising in his face
and a vein sticking out on his forehead. Narcissa stepped
in, finally engaging Lucius in a vicious debate. Draco
is only a boy, he should be allowed to live as one. Draco
should be a man, give honor to the Malfoy name, help out
the cause and his one true master. It went back and forth
like some vicious vocal volley.
Draco, his ears red and nostrils flaring, stormed out,
leaving his parents to fight it out. His father had
begun brandishing his wand, and his mother was not going
to defer to Lucius tonight.
The flash of green light had become such a familiar
sight that Draco Malfoy hardly flinched when it
shined out from the parlor windows of the Malfoy
manor. He noticed as he was walking that the world
had slowed, like some dramatic sequence in a Muggle
movie. He heard his heartbeat thudding in his ears
as he opened the front door, and only felt his mouth
move and his throat click as he shouted out his
mother's name. The deafening silence hardly gave him
She lay in the doorway of the parlor, her green
robes bunched around her knees. Her ankles showed,
and Draco moved to cover them. His mother, this
woman, would never approve of a proper witch flashing
her ankles so brazenly.
His breath came and went in hitches and gasps. He
kept seeing a flash of green light behind his eyelids,
and he jumped from the phantom fear it caused. He
clasped his mother's fingers, still so warm and pliant,
and brought his lips down to her hand.
The parlor was stifling, and Draco pulled at the neck
on his robes, trying to get some air. The heat didn't
subside; Draco felt as though he were going to pass out.
"You ungrateful bitch. I could have given you the world, if
only you had stood by me."
Draco turned so sharply at this unexpected voice that he
nearly fell over.
Lucius sat on a pale rose sofa embroidered with lilies. His
wand was still clenched in his hand, his eyes bulged and his
cheeks were a paler shade of white than Draco had ever
imagined possible. And suddenly it dawned on Draco....
"Avada Kedavra." He whispered it so quietly that he was sure
his father hadn't heard. But Lucius raised his gaze from
Narcissa's corpse and fixed it on Draco, as if seeing him
for the first time.
"Don't you understand, my son? Sacrifices. We all must
make...sacrifices. She was in the way; she wasn't willing
to further the cause." He didn't blink, didn't waver, but
merely stared at Draco, mildly baffled that his son was still
sitting there, holding the hand of a corpse.
"Sacrifices, Father? She...she was your....wife...my mother..."
"She was a liability!" Lucius shouted, his hoarse voice sounding
no less harsh than before Draco had left, and its timbre reminded
Draco of the poor stuttering fools driven mad by the Imperius Curse.
As if Lucius were acting on someone else's orders, trying to
justify what he had done.
"How?!" Draco dropped his mother's hand as he stood to face his
father. He had grown significantly while away at school; he was
nearly nose to nose with Lucius. "How was she a liability?
Because she wanted to let me make up my own mind, and not be led
like a sheep wherever you want me to go? She did nothing but
support you, Father. She stood up for you and defended you when
I did nothing but question you! She was on your side!"
"She was weak, Draco. She wanted you to see both sides."
"And why is that so wrong, Father? Why is one side more right
than the other?" Draco had never questioned Lucius like this,
to his face. Draco felt the moral dilemma crumbling inside
him. "Why is your side right, when it allows for the justification
"Murder! Son, you've been listening to that old fool Dumbledore.
It is not murder when it can only help the cause. The Dark Arts
are about power and the road to power is littered with necessary
"DON'T YOU DARE!" Draco edged closer to his father, spit flying
from his lips and infuriating Lucius further. "Don't defile her
memory by speaking her name. She deserved better than this!"
"Better. Yes, Draco, on that we can agree. She deserved better
than you, a better son, one who would honor the family name and
follow the path laid for him by his father." Lucius stepped
back, his voice now quieter. "I deserve better than this."
He raised his wand and pointed it at Draco's heart. "I deserve
a son who will not question me. You were on the right path, and
I can only blame myself; I should have taken you out of Hogwarts
and away from Dumbledore's influence a long time ago. I'll give you this
moment, Draco. Decide."
Draco's mind flew, and the seconds ticked away like drops of
water from a tap. He felt his heart twist at the new memory
of his mother's warm, dead hand and the old memory of a witch
screaming through a flash of green light. Inexplicably, he
thought of Cedric Diggory, wandering into Voldemort's path and
dying a death he didn't deserve. Draco sighed heavily and
looked into his father's face, trying to discern how it could
have come to this. He reached into his robes and brought out
"Expelliarmus!" shouted Draco, shocking his father into nearly
dropping his wand before it flew from his hand.
"I am leaving here, Father. I have made my decision."
Lucius looked at Draco's determined stance, at how he held both
wands and how he looked down sadly at Narcissa's form. Draco
didn't look up again.
"You would choose weakness over power, Draco? Have I taught
"I would choose what is right, Father, even though it isn't
an easy path."
Lucius curled his lip. "You are just delaying the inevitable,
you know. Lord Voldemort will hunt you down, you and all the
other weak-hearted fools that follow Dumbledore. They won't
want you, Draco, anymore than I would want you now. Who would
want someone who defies his father? They'll always suspect
you, always disbelieve you."
Draco sighed again as he turned to leave. "That, I believe,
is my problem now."
As he walked away from the manor, half afraid his father would
Apparate in front of him at any moment (until he remembered that
he had his father's wand), Draco thought he could feel his
mother's approval in the gentle wind at his back.
A/N: Thanks again to Twinkledru J. for hosting the HPImprov, and thanks
in advance to my brilliant beta Zsenya!!!
This one is for Michael. You may never understand my quirky hobbies,
but you are the Muse's voice. Thank you.
Feedback/criticism accepted gratefully at firstname.lastname@example.org