Finally I came up with an idea for the second part of this story!! Yay me :D
I felt like I needed to enjoy some more Lucius, hope you guys do too :p
Chapter 1
Malfoy in Azkaban
Lucius watched with burning hatred as he was marched through the enormous iron gates of Azkaban prison. The wind was stirring up the sea around the island with a dangerous ferocity, Lucius was soaked to the bone, his robes were thick and heavy with freezing water that clung to his icy skin, he shuddered as he dragged his chained feet forwards, stumbling as he went.
The prison towered above the line of new convicts in a vision of pure despair, it's dark jutting turrets stuck out at all angles into the stormy sky, dementours swirled around the perimeter like a swathe of thick, black fog, there were so many it was almost impossible to distinguish between them all.
The prisoners were led inside, all the time being taunted by the spectral forms of the dementours, causing the atmosphere to become even more dark and dismal.
Inside the entrance hall was a large furnace surrounded by a group of surly looking prison wizards, surrounded by their glowing patronus'.
This would be the only place that the prisoners would come into contact with other humans, the cells were left alone in the damp and cold, only to be approached twice a day for food to be shoved through a slot in their doors.
The prisoners were dragged froward one by one and stripped of their robes, which were tossed unceremoniously into the giant flames.
Lucius felt a bitter sweep of rage and humiliation as the guard ripped his shirt from his back, he fell to his knees, his bare chest exposed through torn patches of wet material, he looked up at the guard in hatred, his cold gray eyes alive with passionate anger.
"On your feet Malfoy." growled the guard, grabbing him by his sodden white hair and pulling him upwards.
"You don't remember me, do you?" the guard hissed through dirty teeth, " well I remember you, and your bloody Death Eaters, you took my daughter from me."
Lucius said nothing, only continued to stare at the man with no betrayal of forgiveness.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure you're treated extra special in here." the guard grinned maliciously and shoved Lucius forward, into the line once more.
The prisoners were restrained with dirty straight jackets, Lucius found himself being forced into one by two large men, he tried to resist but the dementours made him weak.
He was photographed then thrown into his cell.
It was small and extremely cold, the walls had tell tale scratch marks of madmen all over them, a dirty toilet and a hard bed was all the stone walls contained, the only light came from the searchlight which invaded the darkness every few minutes to almost blind Azkabans prisoners.
Lucius stumbled across the room, and looked out the tiny bared window, as far as his eyes could see, there was water, the raging ocean was
never ending. He slumped against a cold wall and sunk to the ground, he was alone completely now, with only his thoughts of revenge to keep him company.