"You can't have always been this way. There was a time, before Lucius began moulding you, that you were Draco. The only son of Narcissa and Lucius. A boy. Before magic. Before intrigue. Before it all."

Parents only begin on moulding their children when the children can be shaped properly.

Sorrow is certain, somewhere in a childhood long forgotten, is a stunted and forgotten child who cries for someone to come save him.