Challenge 74: Don't Speak
Title:A Broken Hold
Rating/Warnings:PG-13, none
Characters/Pairing:Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, Scorpius Malfoy
Summary:Lucius is dead and his family is not sure how to react now his hold over them is broken.
Word Count:706
Author's Notes:NA
Registered purchases?:both
They bury Lucius in the morning and spend the afternoon unsure about what to do with themselves before turning to drink by the evening. If they did love him, it was a strange love and perhaps almost one of obligation because he was their husband, father, father in law or grandfather. He left a legacy that shadowed the family wherever they went and not in the good way and Scorpius spends the evening locked in his room when it is considered acceptable to leave the family feeling upset that he doesn’t feel grief more than upset at his grandfather’s passing.
He had tried to make Scorpius believe ridiculous things about blood purity but it had all seemed so ridiculous and when he’d asked his father about the things he said it was like Draco aged on the spot and demanded Scorpius never repeat the things his grandfather said in public. Long ago he’d asked why, and asked if his father believed those things only to be told that it didn’t matter anymore, but he’d to promise never to say it. Now, being at Hogwarts, he understood and to hear the things people said about the War, the sort of opinions elitists had held and know his family had been part of it made Scorpius feel uneasy. Being of ‘better stalk’ hadn’t got them very far since the end of the war. Power was meant to be important but power required at least some respect and they had lost all of that now.
Scorpius doesn’t grieve. And that is the only thing to cause him sadness because he feels that he should. Curses were not love and blood purity hadn’t protected his grandfather from that disease.
*****
There had not been a huge turnout at the funeral but Draco had expected that. That didn’t mean that it didn’t still sting a little. People who would have come were afraid to be associated with such an event and those who used to like his father had been disgusted at how in the final battle the Malfoys had given up fighting in place of just finding each other and surviving. Word always travelled, no matter what the whisper.
When he was a child, it felt like his father had it all and people trembled in fear before him. Now, no one even came to pay their respects now that he was dead and perhaps that was the point. No one respected his father anymore and the respect Draco had was because he had fought for it tooth and nail, starting at the bottom of the finance company he worked for and building his way up. So much of the family fortune had been lost in the war, taken by the Dark Lord before the end and seized by the Ministry after. A loss of money Draco could cope with though many would doubt that but a loss in status and respect and social standings was a far more bitter pill to swallow.
The whiskey burns when he gulps it down and so do the bitter tears that fall down his cheeks when he’s alone in his office. He’d caused so much pain, but Draco still loved his father.
****
From the moment she had signed the certificate on her wedding day, Narcissa had been doing as she was told by Lucius. There was no other way or option as it simply wasn’t proper to question one’s husband and now he’s gone she isn’t sure what to do with herself. Protecting Draco had been the only reason to ever move around him and now, decisions were her own to make in so many circumstances.
She feels cold and frail within her thick robes and her hand trembles as she lifts a cup of tea to her lips. On so many occasions, she had wondered what it might be like if Lucius was not around controlling things and dictating everything and now that moment is here, she isn’t sure what to do about it. She isn’t sure she wants to know.
Her life with Lucius had been hard and painful in places but she isn’t entirely sure she knows what to do without him. She isn’t sure she even knows where to begin.
706/30 = 24 writing points
+ 10 item points
Rating/Warnings:PG-13, none
Characters/Pairing:Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, Scorpius Malfoy
Summary:Lucius is dead and his family is not sure how to react now his hold over them is broken.
Word Count:706
Author's Notes:NA
Registered purchases?:both
They bury Lucius in the morning and spend the afternoon unsure about what to do with themselves before turning to drink by the evening. If they did love him, it was a strange love and perhaps almost one of obligation because he was their husband, father, father in law or grandfather. He left a legacy that shadowed the family wherever they went and not in the good way and Scorpius spends the evening locked in his room when it is considered acceptable to leave the family feeling upset that he doesn’t feel grief more than upset at his grandfather’s passing.
He had tried to make Scorpius believe ridiculous things about blood purity but it had all seemed so ridiculous and when he’d asked his father about the things he said it was like Draco aged on the spot and demanded Scorpius never repeat the things his grandfather said in public. Long ago he’d asked why, and asked if his father believed those things only to be told that it didn’t matter anymore, but he’d to promise never to say it. Now, being at Hogwarts, he understood and to hear the things people said about the War, the sort of opinions elitists had held and know his family had been part of it made Scorpius feel uneasy. Being of ‘better stalk’ hadn’t got them very far since the end of the war. Power was meant to be important but power required at least some respect and they had lost all of that now.
Scorpius doesn’t grieve. And that is the only thing to cause him sadness because he feels that he should. Curses were not love and blood purity hadn’t protected his grandfather from that disease.
*****
There had not been a huge turnout at the funeral but Draco had expected that. That didn’t mean that it didn’t still sting a little. People who would have come were afraid to be associated with such an event and those who used to like his father had been disgusted at how in the final battle the Malfoys had given up fighting in place of just finding each other and surviving. Word always travelled, no matter what the whisper.
When he was a child, it felt like his father had it all and people trembled in fear before him. Now, no one even came to pay their respects now that he was dead and perhaps that was the point. No one respected his father anymore and the respect Draco had was because he had fought for it tooth and nail, starting at the bottom of the finance company he worked for and building his way up. So much of the family fortune had been lost in the war, taken by the Dark Lord before the end and seized by the Ministry after. A loss of money Draco could cope with though many would doubt that but a loss in status and respect and social standings was a far more bitter pill to swallow.
The whiskey burns when he gulps it down and so do the bitter tears that fall down his cheeks when he’s alone in his office. He’d caused so much pain, but Draco still loved his father.
****
From the moment she had signed the certificate on her wedding day, Narcissa had been doing as she was told by Lucius. There was no other way or option as it simply wasn’t proper to question one’s husband and now he’s gone she isn’t sure what to do with herself. Protecting Draco had been the only reason to ever move around him and now, decisions were her own to make in so many circumstances.
She feels cold and frail within her thick robes and her hand trembles as she lifts a cup of tea to her lips. On so many occasions, she had wondered what it might be like if Lucius was not around controlling things and dictating everything and now that moment is here, she isn’t sure what to do about it. She isn’t sure she wants to know.
Her life with Lucius had been hard and painful in places but she isn’t entirely sure she knows what to do without him. She isn’t sure she even knows where to begin.
706/30 = 24 writing points
+ 10 item points