Nefarious Mission: A harry Potter lost scene:
By FantasyFiccer:
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It wasn't difficult, taking out Grandpa with a stunner. The man known as Lucius Malfoy picked up the old man's ear trumpet, plucked a wispy white hair from the old man's skull and, dropped it into the Pollyjuice potion. After downing in one draft, he pocketed the vial. The usual convulsions started. Staggering and, joggling all over his basement. It had been easy, getting the man here via an imperious curse. Perhaps, when he and the Dark Lord were done with him, Lucius would give the man over to his cousin Bellatrix. to play wit until she became weary of the exerciser and despised of him. Word was he was a mud-blood after all. Bella would have her fun, in spades. Leaving the unconscious old fart prone upon the stone flag floor, Lucius strode from his family's mansion. He looked just like the old man with the hearing trumpet. When he reached his front walk, he disapperated. He apperated in front of S.T. Mungo's hospital for magical maladies and injuries but, a block away. His orders had been to be as discrete as possible. "A visitation." He wheezed at the front window of the filthy muggle shop. He was admired and shuffled into the hospital cautiously. He must move sedately yet, briskly.
He hurried up to the welcome witches desk and, to see Broderic Boad. "Completely addled. Still thinks he's a teapot. Next!" The welcome witch said then bellowed. He spotted the Weaslys coming in, to see their father. He did have a moment of concern for just a moment, until he reminded himself that they wouldn't know him for who he really was. Not while he was under the enchanted effects of the Pollyjjuice potion. He may as well be wearing another man. He checked his watch as he emerged onto the correct floor. Only twenty minutes left. He had to act fast. This mission was vital. The dark Lord gave Lucius implicit, explicit instructions that there would be no implication. Boad would die..
"Oh! And, who are you?" a healer haled Lucius. he simply gave the gift to her and, was about to turn to get the hell out of here when she said, "I don't know if we can accept gift from anybody but family." Lucius turned, whipped out his wand and, thrust it right between the healer's eyes. "Sir- what are you doing!?" She began backing away, horrified.
"Imperio." Lucius hissed quietly. The healer's eye went glassy, glazed and she gaped open mouthed at Lucius. "You will gift to Boad the hippogrif calendar and, the pot plant. You will not recall doing so and, you will think of the pot plant as an innocent flitter-bloom. You will now go about your business as usual." Suddenly, voice were coming up the corridor. There was no more time. He dashed for the nearest exit and, walked calmly out of the hospital. Boad would be dead by morning. The devil's snare would do it's grim work and then, no more worry over witnesses. He apperated back onto his walk, opened his door and, entered. Unsurprisingly, a man sat in his parlor, waiting. He knew him. "Lord."
"Greetings, Lucius." Voldemort stated, a hiss in each symbol of each word. "I trust you have seen to our small problem?"
"Yes, Lord." Lucius replied at once. "I have assured there will be no escape, my Lord."
"good, good. Then, I trust, we may now proceed to our other goals." Voldemort said, stroking the head of Nagini with a single, long, white finger.
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