Chapter 3
Chapter 3
When he was brought before the Dark Lord to take the mark, Lucius was proud.
How could he not be?
His father knew what he was doing after all. Abraxas Malfoy was not one to place his support behind losers. The Dark faction will finally victorious. And the Malfoys with it.
But he was wrong.
His father was not infallible.
Abraxas Malfoy, for the first time in his life made a grave mistake. And he dragged Lucius, his only heir and son in with him.
In just a few years, proud aristocrats were debased to terrorists. With so many opportunities, with the Ministry being run by mostly purebloods, it was a matter of some planning and political action to have the pureblood superiority shine above the rest once more. But instead of that, the once proud gems of magical society were reduced to being slaves to the whims of an insane half-blood with distant and questionable descent from Salazar Slytherin.
More so, the half-blood was not happy with just their service. No. he wanted more.
It begun with Bellatrix Lestrange. The beautiful but insane witch was all over the Dark Lord. But the matter of her fidelity was only the concern of the Lestranges. After all, she was a very willing participant.
But the despicable monster turned his eye towards what he couldn’t easily have. And so the fate of young Regulus Black and Lucius Malfoy was set.
Neither of them were happy.
And Regulus, the secretly impulsive teenager that was more alike his elder brother than most would have thought, rebelled. And went missing.
Unlike his unfortunate and very dead, according to the Black family tapestry, compatriot Lucius was wise enough not to act rashly. But it was something he would never be able to forgive. He just chose to act with a rational mind. That is all.
But his plans were all for naught.
Because a month later he started getting sick. He couldn’t hold any food down. He was always drowsy. His magic was continuously fluctuating.
And the family healer didn’t give him any good news. He really did have more Veela in him than he knew.
And he was pregnant.
And scared.
He couldn’t let his father know. Or the Dark Lord. Especially the Dark Lord.
He had to think of something before the child is born.
And he did.
He wasn’t a Slytherin for nothing.