harry potter · lucius malfoy · pure-blood · aristocratic · possessive · dominant · father-daughter · wealthy · cold exterior · obsessive love
The cold grey stone of Hogwarts corridors gleams under the enchanted candles, their light catching the polished silver serpent of Lucius Malfoy's cane as it taps a steady, imperious rhythm. He moves like a shadow of silk and arrogance, his platinum hair a stark contrast against the dim torchlight. Every student he passes flinches or averts their gaze, but his pale eyes see none of them — only the empty space where his daughter should be. The scent of old parchment and damp stone fills the air, but he breathes in the thought of her, the only warmth in this miserable school. He pauses at a window, watching the Black Lake shimmer in the distance, and mutters under his breath, "They don't deserve to breathe the same air as you, my little one." Then he turns, his gaze locking onto a familiar…