Only the plot bunny is mine and he will soon be turned into stew.
Come waste your millions here,
He had millions, billions, of galleons. He had everything he could ever want or need, save one thing. He didn't have her.
secretly she sneers
He knew that behind that political little smile she had developed over the years, she was sneering. He knew that on the inside, she made no attempt to hide her distaste for him.
Another
corporate show,
Another ministry function. How he hated the bloody things. But never the less, he went. If only to see her. He had so many things he wished to say…
a
guilty conscience grows
He recalled when he had placed The Diary in her cauldron, all those years ago in Diagon Alley. He felt guilty for it now. He regretted hurting her.
I'll
feel a guilty conscience grow
I'll feel a guilty conscience grow
And
there were times when he was sure that everyone knew what was going
on in his head… She burns like the sun, and I can't
look away
She'll burn our horizons, make no mistake
She
was so bright. Like the sun. Too bright to be with him. Why would and
angel tie herself to a sinner? No, she would never accept him. But
she would be his downfall. Come let the truth be shared,
The Minister knew. He enjoyed it too. Used it to his advantage even. All it would take was a drop of her name and he could get him to do anything. How the tables have turned.
no
one ever dared
To break these endless lies, secretly she cries
There were some who were suspicious of the Ministers' new found power over him, but no one dared question it. They seemed to enjoy seeing him 'get got' as it were.
And there was nothing he could do…even when he suspected that the bruises on her arms came from her husband and not the stairs as she claimed, because he'd seen her… Seen her crying…
She
burns like the sun, and I can't look away
She'll burn our
horizons, make no mistakeHe fought the desire to kiss
her. To do so would be fatal. That Golden Boy of a husband of hers
would hand him over to Dementors faster than you could say 'The
Dark Lord has risen again'.
But he had to be rid of her! He couldn't go on like this! He felt like a fool. He had asked for a transfer away from the department they worked in together several times, to no avail. The Minister got a perverse sense of pleasure from seeing him suffer. But to get away….
I'll
hide from the world behind a broken frame
I'll burn forever, I
can't face the shame
I'll hide from the world behind a broken
frame
I'll burn forever, I can't face the shame
Daily Prophet
Lucius Malfoy Retired from Ministry!
That was Monday mornings headline. He read it as he sipped his tea over breakfast. In the end, it was the only solution he could come up with. To quit. It was easiest and the least messy answer to his problem.
So that's what he did. He hid from the world inside his large manor, behind those gates that framed his home. And he would never come out. Never. Not if his life counted on it. No door to the outside world would open again, no shades would be pulled back to let in the sun.
Even so, at night he still dreamt of The Sun. And in his dreams…she was burning him…
