Song Preference: DNA by Lia Marie Johnson
so i wanted to do a brother/sister imagine and thought of this. i’m not realy sure how i feel abbout this piece, so feedback is always appericated. hope you enjoy, and don’t forget to request!
You walked down the stairs quietly, knowing any loud noise would echo through the nearly silent Malfoy Mansion. You had heard your father whispering before, and being the curious teenager you were, had decided to check on what he was doing.
Dark as midnight, six pack Coors Light…you don’t look the same
It was dark as midnight when you rounded the corner to the Great Room, where you saw your father, Lucius Malfoy, sitting with six finished glasses of firewhiskey and another bottle in his hand.
Your father turned to face you, and you froze when you saw how different he looked. His eyes were red, and his face held a deeper scowl than usual.
Past my bedtime, blue and red lights come take you away
“It’s past your bed time, Y/N. Go back to bed before everyone arrives.”
You frowned, knowing he was talking about the Death Eaters and how they were coming to get your dad for a “mission”. You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could, blue and red lights began to appear outside of your house as Death Eaters appeared to take your father away.
Hate to see you like a monster so I run and hide
You turned, moving up the stairs as siently as you had moved down them. You shivered as you heard your father talking to the Death Eaters downsiatrs, and had opened the door to your room when you heard one of them say your name. Curious, you listened intently.
“Y/N could be an amazing Death Eater, Lucius. If she had the proper training.”
Freezing, your heart rate picked up. A Death Eater? You? You had never supported Voldemort’s cause, but you had always kept your mouth shut about it in fear of your life. You bit your lip, turning and heading into your room and deciding to talk to your dad when he had returned.
After quite a few hours, you heard the distinct “pop” of appiration and slowly moved out of your room and down the stairs to see your dad hanging his cloak – stained crimson – up in the entry hall closet.
I won’t be, no I won’t be like you. Fighting back, I’m fighting back the truth. Eyes like yours can’t look away, but you can’t stop DNA
“I don’t want to be a Death Eater.”
Your father froze, turning to face you sharply. His eyes – the eyes you had as well, grey and deep like the ocean you were never allowed to swim in – bore into yours.
“I won’t be like you, Daddy, I won’t. I don’t want to be a Death Eater, I don’t want to work for Voldemort, and I don’t want to support his cause!”
Your dad laughed coldly, sending shivers down your spine. “You foolish girl, you have no choice in the matter. You’re fighting back the truth, but you forgot something. You’re a Malfoy, and you will serve the Dark Lord because our family is bound to his service. You can’t stop DNA, Y/N.”
“Yes, I can, and I will.”
You shot awake from your nightmare, running a hand through your long Y/H/C hair as you took deep breaths. Snippits of memories from that defining moment in your life still flashed behind your eyes, and you rubbed your eyes trying to get rid of them. When that was uncessfull, you dragged yourself out of bed and through the large mansion to the kitchen for a glass of water.
Hate to ask but what’s it like to leave me behind?
It had been about two years since the war and you father’s arrest for helping Voldemort, but you still felt as if it was yesterday. You still wondered if it was hard for him to leave you behind – to leave his family behind and follow someone so blindly.
Are the pieces of you in the pieces of me? I’m just so scared, you’re who I’ll be. When I erupt just like you do, they look at me like I look at you.
You started to wonder some more. You had your father’s eyes and nose, and the shape of his face – how many more pieces of him were in you? Would you eventually become like your father, cold and harsh to even your own family? Everytime you got angry, people looked at you like you look at your father. Were the pieces of him showing through, and would they eventually over take you?
I won’t be, no I won’t be like you. Fighting back, I’m fighting back the truth. Eyes like yours can’t look away
You sighed, placing your head in your hands and taking a deep breath. No, you weren’t going to become anything like your father, you decided as you placed your empty glass of water in the sink and headed to your bathroom to splash cold water on your face before getting back into bed.
You looked into the mirror, frowning as your father’s eyes looked back at you. You weren’t, as he had said once, “fighting the truth”. But there was once thing your father was right about, and no matter how hard you tried, you can’t stop DNA.
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