AN: This is pretty gross and stuff, really be sure you're ok with non-traditional sexual encounters before you dive in.
"Go now, Lucius! You have to tell the Dark Lord right now!" shouted Mulciber, his neck muscles bulging with the effort, "They changed when the boy is leaving his Muggles! It's happening now!"
Lucius Malfoy sighed and nodded. "All right, all right, Mulciber, I'm on my way." He turned away from the fireplace and sighed again at his lot in life. Here he was, a scion of the Noble House of Malfoy, reduced to being an errand boy of all things. Lucius had thought that having the Dark Lord in his house would be an honor, that his master would lavish him with praise and rewards, but he ended up being little better than a house-elf.
Lucius Malfoy made his way through the house, making sure to viciously kick a house-elf who was in his way. Putting sub-humans in their place always made him feel better. As he passed by other Death Eaters, he relayed Mulciber's warning. These recipients of his message hurried off to their rooms to don their robes and masks.
Malfoy eventually ascended the final flight of stairs that would take him to his master's room. He stood in front of the thick wooden door and put his ear up to it, hopefully able to hear what sort of mood his master was in. It was a good thing, too, as he heard grunts and cries within, leading him to think that the Dark Lord was torturing some poor soul inside. No, not some poor soul, Lucius corrected himself, Some fool worthy of punishment.
After some minutes, the cries were not abating, in fact Lucius thought they were getting more and more intense, and Lucius felt that his new was important enough to interrupt his dark master. He slowly pushed open the heavy door and the sight that greeted him left him utterly paralyzed.
His master, the great Dark Lord Voldemort, was on all fours like a common animal, and Bellatrix Lestrange was standing behind him. That wasn't all, though. Lucius saw Bellatrix's waist pumping back and forth, against Voldemort's rear end. After a particularly violent thrust, Lucius was shocked to catch a glimpse of a large wooden stick somehow attached to Bellatrix's pelvis entering the Dark Lord's arse.
The two were so engrossed in their vigorous activity that they did not even notice poor Lucius standing there. As the thrusting continued, Voldemort's cries were getting louder, higher, and ever more piercing, and Bellatrix's grunts were becoming more and more labored. Lucius even thought he could see blood on the base of the wooden phallus, for that was no doubt what it was fashioned after.
After what seemed an eternity to the horrified onlooker, Bellatrix pulled out her wand and tapped the base of the phallus and thrust her hardest yet, this time holding herself inside of the Dark Lord. His eyes went wide and he let out a shriek that Lucius was sure could shatter stone. The two were panting heavily as Bellatrix slowly removed the phallus, now coated in some sort of sticky white liquid that made Lucius's already pale face blanch.
"Well done, Bellatrix, you remain my ever-faithful servant." Voldemort's voice was husky and low, a tone which both did not suit him and which made Lucius's back shiver.
"Of course, my beautiful lord." Bellatrix's voice was similar in pitch and timbre, though a touch more masculine, something that made Lucius shiver all the more. "I trust it was to your pleasure."
Voldemort replaced his robes and stretched. "Of course, my dear. You would be most aware if it were not."
Lucius's brain decided that this was the time to interrupt. He realized immediately after that his brain was imbecilic. "Hello, my lord. I have news."
Voldemort's eyes immediately opened wider than ever and his face became a mask of fury and rage. "WHAT?! What is this?!"
Lucius, in desperation, pressed forward. "They're moving the Potter boy now, milord. They changed the date."
The silence that followed made Lucius painfully aware of how inadequate his statement was.
"That," Voldemort's voice was slow and measure, and Lucius could hear Bellatrix's laughter from behind it. "That is your reason for interrupting me?"
Lucius nodded.
"Crucio!" Voldemort screamed.
All went black.
Lucius groaned and stood, the Torture Curse making his limbs sore and shaky. Voldemort strode forward and Lucius thought there was something odd about his stride, perhaps a slight limp. Maybe he was imagining things. There was no reason for his Lord to be limping, after all.
"Also, Lucius, I shall require your wand."