Enter The Realm of the Pendragon

I Am Draco - Part One: Father To Son: Prologue

Fandom: Harry Potter
Ship: N/A
Genre: Angst, Drama, Mystery
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: N/A
Word Count: 1,736
Author's Notes: What do you do when your whole world is turned upside down? The war is over; the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters have been destroyed. Draco Malfoy returns to the Manor after his final year at Hogwarts only to find that things are never going to be the same again. One by one, the skeletons begin to come out of the closet.
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.

Prologue

A word in your ear, from father to son
Hear the words that I say
I fought with you, fought on your side
Long before you were born
Joyful the sound, the word goes around
From father to son, to son
And the voice is so clear, time after time it keeps
Calling you, calling you on
Don't destroy what you see, your country to be
Just keep building on the ground that's been won
Kings will be crowned and the word goes around
From father to son, to son
Take this letter that I give you
Take it sonny, hold it high
You won't understand a word that's in it
But you'll write it all again before you die
A word in your ear from father to son
Funny you don't hear a single word I say
But my letter to you, will stay by your side
Through the years till the loneliness is gone
Sing if you will, but the air you breathe I live to give you
Father to son
Father to, father to, father to son
Joyful the sound, the word goes around
From father to son, to son
Kings will be crowned, the word goes around
From father to son, to son
Joyful the sound, the word goes around
From father to son, to son
Joyful the sound, the word goes around
From father to son, to son
Joyful the sound, the word goes around
From father to son, to son
Kings will be crowned, the word goes around
From father to son, to son

(Lyrics - Brian May)

She had never felt such pain before it circled her hips like a whip, lashing out at her rhythmically. She moaned and writhed in agony although somewhere in the back of her mind was the thought that she deserved it.

Someone was dabbing at her brow with a damp cloth, soothing her with cool water and murmured words of comfort which she couldn’t distinguish. The sounds of her own distress was all that she could hear.

Suddenly, she saw a whirl of colour dance before her eyes and someone whispered her name before the world went silent and then as it was obliterated by a blanket of black, she knew no more.

... probing fingers in her hair, trailing along her shoulder ... breath on her neck and warm moist lips whispering in her ear ... the weight of a body raised above hers as she struggled for breath ... the sudden rush of blood to her head and her cries mingled with another's ...

The sound of a baby crying filtered through the clouded images in her mind and her eyes fluttered open once more.

"It's a boy!" a voice said and she tried to raise her head to see but a wave of dizziness knocked her flat again. The cries grew louder and a figure appeared next to her holding a small bundle. She could just make out a shock of unruly hair and a tiny screwed up face as the little infant bawled at the top of his lungs. A great surge of love for this small person overwhelmed her and she gasped as tears threatened to choke her.

"... so dark though ..." a random comment came through to her and she noticed for the first time the baby's almost black hair, the complete opposite of her own platinum locks. Before she could take the child in her arms, a sudden stabbing pain in her abdomen took her breath away and she cried out wordlessly.

Clutching at the sides of the bed with both hands, she knew only of the pain that clutched at her insides though she caught random phrases of the conversation around her.

"...twins ... "

The pain seemed to intensify and recede in time with some age old rhythm. Was it her heartbeat? Her thought seemed oddly distant, as though she had taken a step outside her own body and was watching the events happening to herself from afar.

"... cord wrapped round its neck..."

In a massive final surge, the pain faded away as though it had never been, leaving her feeling drained and empty.

"It's another boy!" The joyous exclamation seemed strangely out of place.

She heard a commotion around her and then above it all, several sounds of flesh hitting flesh. For some reason, the noise made her flinch and she screwed her eyes tight shut. She could make out various whispers at her feet but they were too indistinct to make out until one final one sounded louder than the rest.

"... no heartbeat ..."

"He's so tiny."

"He never stood a chance, the first child took all his strength, it happens sometimes."

Completely exhausted, she could do nothing but listen, staring at the cool darkness inside her own eyelids. So dark ...

"I cant resist you temptress!"

She laughed, a wicked peal sounding clearly on the warm night air.

He ran a finger down her jawline and smiled tenderly at her. She looked back at him, his eyes directly on a level with her own unlike so many men whom she towered above. Those smiling, loving eyes gazing at her only. She sighed inwardly knowing that it couldn’t last, no matter how much she wanted it to.

Turning from him, she reached into her pocket and taking out the key, unlocked the door and led him into her house. Stumbling over the step, he lost his footing and practically fell into her arms. Giggling, she caught him as he came crashing painfully to his knees, his arms thrown about her waist.

She felt light-headed and some part of her subconscious admonished her for giggling and behaving like some love-struck schoolgirl but, shaking her head, she ignored it. She wanted this.

Chuckling, he looked up at her from where he knelt in front of her and smiled that disarming grin, which inadvertently made her heart beat just a little faster. She deliberately wet her lips with the very end of her tongue and reached out one hand. Slowly she brushed the unruly tangle of his hair back from his forehand and not so gently forced his head back, making his eyes widen in surprise.

"Come into my parlour, said the spider to the fly ... " she quoted, then quick as lightning, she struck and forced her lips to his.

Once more, the sound of a baby's cry penetrated the fog that held her captive and brought her back. She opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling, blinking furiously as she tried to regain sense of where she was and what was happening.

Footsteps sounded next to her and she turned her head to see a woman bearing two bundles wrapped tightly in blankets. She struggled to sit up and someone rushed to her aid, helping her and then packing pillows behind her back until she was quite comfortable.

The woman smiled at her and proffered the first bundle which she took gently into her arms. The little baby boy that lay there had the darkest hair she had ever seen and a sudden stab of guilt shocked her.

"Don't take no notice of the colour of his hair," the woman said in a soft voice, "it will either change to something entirely different or he will lose it all in a few days."

She ran a tentative finger across his clean smooth forehead, marvelling at its softness. For a moment, there was nothing else; her world consisted of only herself and her son. Her firstborn son.

"I'm pregnant," she heard herself say rather more loudly than she had intended.

The shock in his eyes was apparent and she instinctively took a step back. "You're what?" he whispered.

"I'm going to have a baby," she clarified. He stared up at her with wide horror-struck eyes and struggled for words. This was not the reaction she had hoped for and she tried to excuse it by saying that it was a completely unexpected bombshell for him, any man would react the same ... even her beloved ...

The assistant cleared her throat and she glanced up at her impatiently, until she realised that there was another child. His twin. The second bundle was placed gently in the crook of her left arm and the woman silently took her leave. The white blankets swamped the tiny figure inside them; he was so small as to seem like a doll and so pale, he was almost translucent. Not a single hair covered his diminutive head, neither dark as his brother nor as fair as his mother.

The darker child mewled plaintively and waved in the air the one arm that he had managed to work out from the tightly wrapped covering that bound him. Glancing over at him she smiled and her heart melted. A snuffling from her left arm drew her attention that way, where the diminutive sibling simply yawned and appeared to sleep.

No carbon copies of each other, these twins, and she felt sure that their different starts in life would have a great deal of bearing on their future personalities. One so dark and one so fair, they were exact opposites physically but what would their future have in store?

A slight noise made her look up. Over by the door, a tall figure stood cloaked in shadow. She held her breath as he made a small movement and the light revealed the man. Timidly she met the steel grey eyes that held hers for a long minute.

"One or the other. You must choose," he said in a voice devoid of all emotion.

She looked down at her two small sons, glancing between them both.

"How can I decide? They are my flesh and blood, they are my children." Her voice cracked and she drew a deep quavering breath.

"The bargain has been made. You must keep your part of it."

She bowed her head. She had known all along that her child would leave her as soon as it was born but now the moment was finally here, she couldn't do it. She tried to tell herself that he was going to a family who would love him and care for him just as much as she would, perhaps more so as after all, they were barren and this child was one they never thought they would have.

She stared intently at both babies with her heart hammering painfully against her chest. The figure of the man hovered at the edge of her vision as a reminder of what she was about to do. The enormity of the task weighed heavily on her shoulders and she fought back tears, knowing that if she allowed herself to break down now, she wouldn’t be able to stop.

She noticed the way her firstborn's dark hair lay mussed on his head and longed to brush it straight but with both arms full she was unable to. The baby opened his eyes and stared straight up at her with brilliant blue eyes. His chubby arms waved as though wanting to grab hold of her and pull her close to him and her heart wrenched. In the crook of her other arm, the minuscule form of his brother lay calmly asleep, blissfully unaware of the momentous decision riding on his future.

Stealing one final glance from underneath her lashes, she took a deep breath and slowly raised her head.

"Take him," she said in a strong voice.

The man reached the side of the bed in several long strides and swiftly took the bundle from her arm. Fixing her visitor with a steely gaze, she fought the instinct to cling to her child as it was taken from her. Instead, she slightly tightened her grip on the remaining baby who whimpered quietly in protest.

At the door, the man paused and turned back to deliver his parting shot. "You won't regret this."

Chapter One.

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