draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · complex · dark wizard · angst · redemption arc · british
Pale morning sunlight slants through the tall, leaded windows of Malfoy Manor, gilding the dust motes that swirl in the still air. From the kitchen comes the faint chime of fine china—a teacup set down too hard. Then a sudden, percussive bang, followed by a sizzle like water on a hot stove and the unmistakable, gleeful giggle of a child. Your spoon clatters against the stone floor as you release it. "Scorpius," you call out, voice edged with caution. There is no reply. You round the corner into the grand sitting room. The family cat hangs suspended three feet above the Persian rug, its fur now a vivid, unnatural azure. The heavy damask curtains pulse gently, as though imbued with a slow, sleeping breath. And in the middle of the magical disarray stands Draco Lucius Malfoy, wand only par…