This is being written for 25 days of Harry and Draco Early bird prompts on Slythindor on . I will post my chosen prompt at the start of every chapter and chapter sizes with vary.

Chosen Prompt: Death Eater mask

Chapter 1:

Draco stood just outside the dreaded room at the end of the hall. He hated coming to this room but every once in a while he needed a reminder of how things were before. How things were before his life changed, somewhat for the better. He slowly opened the door, turning his head to look behind him and make sure no one was following him. He didn't want to tell the story of the things behind this door to the only other person residing in the house. He was to young to understand anything Draco would tell him and he didn't want him to know the horrors of his past. It took Draco long enough to get people to look at him differently and not treat his family wrongly because of his last name.

He felt his feet bring him over the threshold of the door and he looked around, once he closed and warded the door behind him. The things in this room still made his skin crawl, well almost all of it. The other things just always made him sad. He walked over to the far side of the room, where a dark cloak and Mask hung upon the wall. It was his attire from the short time he was a Death eater, the robe and Death Eater mask staring at him hauntingly.

He always felt chills run down his spine when ever he looked at those two items. The Mark on his arm had faded somewhat and he would just say it was a tattoo from his younger years. He sighed as he turned away from the horrors of his past and walked over to a small trunk tucked away in the far corner. This was the other item that haunted him, it held things from a part of his life he so desperately wished he could have back. A time nine years ago right after the war and he felt happy and safe.

He opened the trunk and tried not to cry at the sight of the things held within. A pile of letters tied with a red ribbon sat on one side of the trunk. Two cloaks were neatly folded in the center, one with the Slytherin crest and the other with Gryffindor. He ran his hand over the fabric of both and let out a shaky breath. Several gifts were shrunken of the other side of the trunk, ones he had received for the two years he was the most happiest, until everything went so horribly wrong. Under the top of the trunk was the last letter he ever wrote to the owner of some of the items before him. The letter he never sent. The one with information regarding the other occupant of his house.

He knew the contents of that letter by heart, having read and re-read the thing a million times. His few friends that he had left tried to encourage him to send it, but he didn't see the use in it. The person it was meant for wouldn't believe anything he had to say, had dismissed him when they fought that last day they were together. What ever Draco tried to say was waved off by the hand of the other, calling him a liar and that he wouldn't ever believe him.

Draco also lost another friend that day, Blaise. One of the closest people to him since he was a child had lied and manipulated to get what he wanted. He really should had seen it coming but he didn't want to think Blaise would go that far. Theo and Pansy, the only two friends he stayed in contact with since the incident continued to tell him things about his ex-lover but he would just walk away and tell them to drop it.

Draco finally closed the lid to the trunk and made his way out of the room. He knew it was getting late in the morning and he would be needed in the kitchen in a matter of minutes. His thoughts were right when he heard laughing and squealing coming from the kitchen and when he walked in he couldn't help but smile at the sight in front of him.

His house elf Tippy was covered in flour staring at a laughing boy that was sitting at the table. Draco shook his head and walked into the room, making the boy stop laughing when he saw him.

"Now what have you been doing to poor Tippy this morning Tobias?" Draco asked the Blonde haired boy and watched as his bright green eyes turned and looked at him.

"Nothing papa. Tippy dropped the flour on the table and all the white stuff went on her." Tobias stated.

"Tippy please clean this up and I will make him his breakfast. Today we go to the market and pick up somethings we need before we go to Aunt Pansy's and Uncle Theo's tonight." Draco said.

"But papa, I don't want to go to Aunt Pansy's and Uncle Theo's. Steve and Mila are mean to me." Tobias said with a pouty lip.

"That is only because you are mean to them also. Try getting along and I bet you would be great friends." Draco replied ruffling the hair on his son's head.

"Fine. I will try." He pouted as he watched Draco begin to make breakfast.

Draco loved his son dearly. Tobias Scorpius Malfoy. He named him after his god-father, Severus Tobias. He knew that his god-father would laugh at him for doing such a stupid thing but he loved the other man and wished he had survived the war. He also knew that Tobias other father wouldn't appreciate the name but he wasn't around during the pregnancy or at the birth so he figured it was his right to name his son what he wanted to.

He tried to tell the other father, that was what was in the last couple letters he sent that were never returned, and what was in the letter still sitting in his trunk. He figured out his ex-lover had gotten married to his ex-friend and there was nothing he could do now. He would raise his son and only tell Tobais about his father once he was of age. He didn't want his son to think he was unwanted or unloved right now, he was only seven years old and didn't need to have that burden placed upon him.