bury a friend • drarry

b u r y

Chapter Thirteen:

"I don't want to do this..." Lucius realized out loud. Maybe he secretly  hoped he could put  his family together, or maybe the guilt was just beginning to tear him apart, but he couldn't decide whether or not he should obey what the Dark Lord was asking him. He knew he should have faith, trust, in his Lord, but maybe it seemed that his trust was starting to wear thin. Beneath every dark turn his life had taken Lucius still hoped that he could find a way to make it into heaven.

When Lucius first joined the Death Eaters, he promised protection for both him and his family. He was promised safety for himself and everyone he cared about. He should still be granted that, if only he was able to figure out for himself whether what he was doing was right or wrong. He was confused. His wretched heart was nearly as broken and messed as his son's was. It was a complete disaster, but somewhere along to path to disaster, it had decided to take a slight turn for the better.

Malfoy felt his Addam's apple bob. He didn't want to die yet. He didn't want the beautiful life he'd been giving to finish yet. He wasn't ready to leave the world behind, and because of that he was becoming a sobbing mess, but somewhere along the way he couldn't wipe the playful grin off his face, figuring that if he was going to die, he might as well die happy. Or at the very least, die trying to be happy.

He wasn't particularly happy with having his father point his wand at him, and the Dark Lord sitting back and watching, but being able to flip off his father, and finally give him one last 'fuck you' after all those years of torment certainly did feel good.

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Don't want to do this?" he chuckled. "After everything else you've done to me?" He sat up, showing off both his middle fingers this time.

"What else have I ever done to you?" Lucius's voice sounded broken, wounded. He was caught in between a place of right and wrong. He was caught trying to find a way to justify pointing a wand at his son, and saying goodbye as he killed the boy. As he killed someone so young, someone who still had so much life left in him.

Malfoy scoffed at him. "How can you forget?" Anger began to rise in his voice, which was already hoarse from the tears that wouldn't stop falling down his cheeks. "How can you forget everything you've ever done to me?"

Lucius threw his arms up in frustration. "What have I ever done to you? You're my son. My only son." Lucius's voice filled with betrayal. "How could I ever bear to hurt you?"

Malfoy's put down his middle fingers at last, arms dropping to his side. His eyes glared with rage. The man who'd hurt him most was pretending like he never did it. He was pretending Malfoy didn't have the scars running along his back, the scars that would be there forever, no matter what spells he tried to use  to hide them. Draco's jaw dropped open in a moment of shock, as he looked around the room at all the other Death Eaters, most of who were sitting there glaring at him, then back at Lucius.

"I still have the scars..." His voice was hoarse with emotion, with the pain of what he'd endured, and with the pain of what he was enduring now. His mind was in shreds, and his father's words were burning the last of his sanity. His eyes shook darting across the room, and then back at the man in front of him, not believing someone so vile could be his father, not believing something so unholy could happen in such a sacred place.

The pages of his life were being ripped out and Malfoy knew he was falling further down the rabbit hole, knowing that this time he wouldn't be able to dig himself out. This time there would be no one to guide him through the darkness. Malfoy's hands trembled as he looked up to face his father. As he looked up to face the man who had caused him so much torment. He looked up at the guy he thought was his hero. But now he found that he couldn't look into those eyes and see a hero, or even a good person. All he could see was someone even more disgusting and fucked up than he was.