They saw the platinum hair, the smirk I wore like armour, and mistook me for Lucius Malfoy's echo. It took too long to learn that legacy is a leash as much as it is a curse. My father wore his chains proudly. I learned to loosen mine, but not how to escape them. The name he had cherished. It became a burden. One I had to erase, not bow in forgiveness for.