Soulmate//Lucius Malfoy x Reader

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I woke up by the warming sun rays that shone through my window. I left the window open during the night in case that my snow owl Caramia had decided to come back home.  But contrary to my expectations she didn't. That was nothing to worry about as she often was away for several days and nights, but I also really enjoyed her company. A glance at my clock made me think that my father in all probability already sat in the kitchen to drink his morning coffee. So I changed my clothes quickly and got on the way to the kitchen to keep him company. It would be my last summer holidays that I spend with him after all.

„Good morning" I said with a bright look on my face to my father, who ,absorbed in his newspaper, sipped his coffee.

„Morning" he muttered back, obviously in a bad mood. He stared stubbornly at the newspaper in his hands and didn't heed me the slightest attetion.

I didn't let his negativity spoil my mood and started to make breakfast.

„Don't make too much. I won't eat with you. I'm in a hurry, so I'll eat something in my break."

„But you have to eat something for breakfast!"

„Don't worry about that, this one time wouldn't hurt." he spat.

I didn't respond to him. This one time. Of course it was not uncommon that he refused to eat and went to his work place quickly, but sometimes I had the feeling he'd want to dodge me.
I sat down opposite from my father and started eating, when he stood up, folded his newspaper and put his cup on the sink.
He was just about to say goodbye as a loud bang caught his attention. We both looked into the direction from which the bang came. To my amusement it was Errol, the owl of the Weasley's, who flew directly against the window. I started laughing and went to this window to open it for him.

„Your friends better stop sending you this dumb owl. Why don't they just call you like any normal human being?" he said in a noticeably annoyed tone, shaking his head.

I  rolled my eyes. „Maybe they don not call me because wizards and witches do not call anybody. Secondly, owls are awesome animals!"

„Pff! Don't drag me into this nonsense. I have to go." my father said pejorative and buzzes off.

My father was different to me, not a wizard. Of course he knew why my friends didn't call me. He knew everything about our world, my mother was a witch, too. But that didn't mean he had any sympathy for us witches and wizards, quite the opposite. He seemed to feel more and more resentment towards us with each additional year I went to Hogwarts. The roots of his attitude to the wizarding world certainly lead back to my birth. I never had the chance to meet my mother. She died on the day of my birth, too weak to live. Even today this thought fills me with sadness. All these years my father had secretly hoped, that I am not a witch, that my mother had not given me this special gift. But to his disappointment I had inherited this ability from my mother.
My father never told me clearly that it bothered him, but he made me feel it again and again. Occasionally he drank too much and poured down hate-filled words on me like heavy rain. I am a disappointment to him, an undesirable child. He never told me why, but his hands made me feel what he meant and how serious he meant it. He forgot his use of force and what he did to me when he was sober again. At least it always seemed so. And I knew he would never hurt me in a sober state, no matter how much I displeased him. Could he trade my mother's life for mine he would without hesitation. I always felt his hatred for me, his disappointment and his suffering. I've always tried to do him justice, to be a good daughter. But no matter what I did, Nonetheless, I didn't give up and I met him daily with courtesy. Maybe it was easier for me to handle this situation in that way.
Distracted from my thoughts I didn't noticed that a second owl made its way into the house.