Behind The Name
Title: Behind The Name
Disclaimer: Alas I do not own Harry Potter. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended on any company, author, or anything under this earth that you would like to sue me for.
Summary: They always forget.
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy
Rating: G
Word Count: 150
A/N: Written for the Malfoy challenge at hh_writersblock
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They look at him and they scorn and spit and sneer.
Whispers of "Murderer!" and "Death Eater!" defile the space near him.
Not that it isn't true. It is.
He is a murderer, and a Death Eater, and all manner of vile things those peasants couldn't possibly bear to think of.
But they forget the most important title he holds.
The title he paid, we all pay, dearly for.
They scorn and spit and sneer at me, the name Malfoy a grave insult.
They forget.
He's the man who taught me how to fly, how to speak. How to hold my head up beyond criticism, how to best rule Slytherin.
He's also the man who showed me the power of lightning when he found me hiding under the bed, the man who snuck extra sugar in my hot chocolate when Mother scolded me.
They'll never forget that I'm his son, but they always forget that he's my father.
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Feedback always appreciated :)
Disclaimer: Alas I do not own Harry Potter. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended on any company, author, or anything under this earth that you would like to sue me for.
Summary: They always forget.
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy
Rating: G
Word Count: 150
A/N: Written for the Malfoy challenge at hh_writersblock
-x-
They look at him and they scorn and spit and sneer.
Whispers of "Murderer!" and "Death Eater!" defile the space near him.
Not that it isn't true. It is.
He is a murderer, and a Death Eater, and all manner of vile things those peasants couldn't possibly bear to think of.
But they forget the most important title he holds.
The title he paid, we all pay, dearly for.
They scorn and spit and sneer at me, the name Malfoy a grave insult.
They forget.
He's the man who taught me how to fly, how to speak. How to hold my head up beyond criticism, how to best rule Slytherin.
He's also the man who showed me the power of lightning when he found me hiding under the bed, the man who snuck extra sugar in my hot chocolate when Mother scolded me.
They'll never forget that I'm his son, but they always forget that he's my father.
-x-
Feedback always appreciated :)