Footsteps clicked upon stone, leaving brown and red smudges in a trail, followed by the flutter of a black cloak. Tiny hands grasped wooden slats, and gray eyes peered through the spaces. He recognized the sound of his father's brisk approach.
The child's eyes grew wide when a tall figure with a scary face swooped into the room. Draco began to fuss, but then his fears were doused when Lucius removed his half-skull mask.
Draco's teary gaze shifted over his father's form, a happy smile tugging at the corners of the boys delicate lips. There were shiny, wet patches, and splatters on Daddy's robes, though Draco did not know what they were. Lucius was leering, grinning, his eyes the same shade as his sons but tinted with a gleeful madness. Lucius leaned over the edge of the crib and peered at his son who was still wearing a beautiful christening gown. Cissy held on to some religious traditions, though Lucius found them personally ridiculous. She insisted, at least, on this for her son t