Why would parents who always dote on me drag me into this abyss?
Didn't they love themselves very much? So why did things turn out like this?
A tremendous sense of disparity overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.
Draco squatted on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. He didn't know what to do.
Overwhelmed with emotion, he reached out and punched the pillar next to him hard.
The intense pain from the broken bone made him cry even louder.
Through his teary eyes, Xiaolong even thought in despair, "Maybe this is it."
Following her parents' wishes, she devoted herself entirely to Voldemort, becoming a Death Eater through and through.
If that's the case...
A glint flashed in Draco's eyes.
If that's the case, and one day he dies because of Voldemort, will Lucius and Narcissa regret it?
Will he regret making him a Death Eater in the first place?
You'll probably regret it, right?
After all, he was their only child, and he used to love them so much.
Xiaolong is now like the kind of child who fantasizes about punishing his parents with his own death.
However, Draco is only 15 years old this year, and he is indeed still a child.
...
Malfoy Estate
Narcissa was combing her hair in front of the mirror.
Above the dressing table was a large window, which Narcissa loved to open and let the sunlight illuminate the entire room.
But ever since Voldemort took over Malfoy Manor, Narcissa has never opened a window again.
She could only groom herself by the light in the corner, reflecting her blurry image in the mirror.
How ironic, it's clearly her husband's house, her own home.
In the end, they didn't even have the most basic right to use it.
“Sisi…”
Two hands suddenly pressed onto her shoulders, and Narcissa knew they were her husband Lucius's.
Her older sister, Bellatrix, preferred to call her Sissy.
Lucius, that smooth-talking guy, always liked to call her "Sissi" after he won her over during their school days.
He said it was his affectionate nickname for her, and every time he called her Sisi, it meant that Lucius's love for her had never changed.
“Lucius…”
Narcissa's hand covered Lucius's hand.
She had just tried to look up when Lucius lowered his head and pressed it against her temple.
Narcissa grabbed Lucius's hair, looking at them in the mirror with a somewhat blank expression.
"Lucius, do you think we're being too selfish and arrogant?"
"No, Sisi."
"There is nothing wrong with pursuing the interests of pure blood supremacy."
“We were born into a pure-blood family, and we need to fight for greater rights for our family.”
Lucius's lips were pressed against Narcissa's neck, and the hot breath he exhaled as he spoke brought Narcissa back to the countless nights they had spent together.
"If we're not in the wrong, then who is?"
Narcissa muttered to herself, seemingly lost in thought.
Lucius didn't speak; he simply stayed close to his lover.
They all actually knew who was in the wrong.
Back then, Voldemort spoke with unwavering conviction about the supremacy of pure-blood families.
They believed it, and they did get the results.
They assumed that the resurrected Voldemort was the same as the previous one.
But the facts proved them wrong.
The current Voldemort is good for nothing except being tyrannical, bloodthirsty, and selfish.
He tortured them to achieve the results he desired.
"Lucius, what should we do?"
Narcissa closed her eyes, falling into an endless silence with Lucius.
No one is perfect.
Are Narcissa and Lucius really without fault?
If they hadn't done something wrong, they wouldn't be facing this retribution today.
As for why you should regret it.
However, it was only because his own interests were harmed.
Everything the Death Eaters are suffering now is their own fault.
The wronged souls who died under the Death Eater's wand are staring at them with wide eyes.
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