𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝. - 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞

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Lynx Malfoy was beacon of light. He came into the world with open arms, wanting nothing but a comfortable life. He laughed often, loved unconditionally, and died in pain.

Despite being the youngest, he was largely left alone. At night, he'd sit in bed and wish his father would care, if he would spare him a glance. The planes of existence would shift when his father came home, a hope lived deep inside him that he could get a look of praise, of pride from his father. That day never came.

So instead, he found solace in his sister. Who needed a father's love and support when his sister was able to give him just that, without any complaints? His brother was a hard-ass, but Lynx knew that he cared.

Over time he grew a fondness for Ravenna. She was gloomy and acted as if there was a rain cloud dimming her shine. He wanted to change that. He tried his hardest to make her laugh, that's what he was good at.

He was attracted to mischief at heart. Lynx wasn't sure if he'd ever tell anyone about that first night at Hogwarts. How the Sorting Hat said he belonged in Gryffindor, the House of the Brave. He didn't feel brave. Not when he was so scared to disappoint his family. He never fully understand the importance of staying in Slytherin, but his siblings stressed that it was safest. Maybe it was.

But then maybe it wasn't. His whole life, he had lived among some of the darkest wizards, not fully realizing the extent of his situation. He'd be left to lay forever, in naïveté and the weight of his family. Even with his siblings doing all to ease it, the toll of his family, their sins, would be his undoing.