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He no longer remembered his mother’s face, that image had dissolved with time, like ink in water, but everything else… everything else still lived within him with a painful clarity. Her hair. Long, platinum blond, flowing like liquid silk. He could still feel it brushing against his face whenever she bent down to place a gentle kiss upon his forehead. That light, almost ethereal touch that made him feel safe, loved, protected. And her scent fresh roses, always roses, lingering in the air whenever she entered a room, announcing her presence even before she spoke. When she stroked his hair, Lucius would feel the coolness of her rings against his scalp. Rings of silver and precious stones that told the story of their ancient house. And her voice… that soft voice that sang him lullabies, that spoke his name with a tenderness no one else would ever replicate. But it was the evenings after dinner that Lucius treasured as his most precious memories. His father, then a different man, still alive, would take his mother by the hand, and together they would begin to dance in the drawing room. No formal music, just the two of them twirling and laughing. He and his twin brother would watch at first, seated on the stairs, bursting into delighted giggles, but they never lasted long. They would run toward them on unsteady little legs, shouting with joy, tugging at their parents’ robes to be lifted into their arms. And they always were. His father would lift one of them, his mother the other, and all four of them would dance together, spinning through the room in a whirl of laughter and happiness. Lucius remembered the sensation of being held high, safe in his father’s arms, while his mother held his brother, all of them laughing together as if that moment could last forever. They had been a beautiful family. They had been happy. He adored those moments of his childhood. He missed them so much. He missed her so much. He could no longer remember her face, how she smiled, what color her eyes truly were, light gray? Blue? He cursed himself for forgetting. Yet the loss remained, constant, a dull weight in his chest that never left him. After her disappearance, everything changed. His father, that loving, proud man who danced with his wife and laughed with his children, became a shadow of himself. He withdrew into the grief of having lost the only woman he had ever loved, sealing himself behind an icy silence no one could penetrate. He and his twin brother did not understand much back then. They were too young. They only wanted their mother back. But she never returned. And from the moment she was gone, Malfoy Manor became a cold place. The corridors echoed with emptiness, the rooms were filled with shadows. There was no more dancing after dinner. No more laughter. Only silence, cold, and the palpable absence of the woman with platinum-blond hair who had taken all the light with her when she left. #luciusmalfoy #harrypotterfanfic #abraxasmalfoy #wattpad #fyp

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Henry: breaths and receives all the hugs, attention and love from Syrena The Lost Boys who waited for YEARS: and we’ve personally chosen violence (innocent violence, obviously… by our standards) #ouatpeterpan #peterpanfanfic #wattpad #wattpadfanfic #fyp

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📖 The Queen of the Aristocracy 🖋️ Felis_Noctis 💌 oc x Abraxas Malfoy 👥 Walburga Black, Antonin Dolohov, Abraxas Malfoy, Serafina Slytherin (oc) #wattpad #harrypotterfanfic #abraxasmalfoy #fyp