Voldemort caressed Lucius's face with an ugly, pale hand, a smirk on his face. Lucius cringed under the dark wizards touch, eyes shut tightly, not wanting to look into Voldemort's piercing eyes. Voldemort removed his hand from the blonde man, his smirk darkening into a deep frown.
"Lucius, I need the boy to complete this task. He's the fastest outlet we have to retrieve him." Lucuis opened his pale eyes; they were filled with fear and defeat. "But my lord, he is only a boy," Lucius started, with a conflicted expression on his face. Voldemort scowled, showing his impatience and anger. "I do not care if he is only a boy, He will do this task, or he will suffer the consequences. You know very well what that is; death." Voldemort said, glaring at Lucius with malice. Lucius hung his head, and whispered, "Yes my lord."
Voldemort smiled, showing his disgusting, yellow teeth. "Now that's a good boy. Make sure he knows the importance of this task," The dark wizard began, "and the consequences." Lucius nodded, his eyes on the marble floor of the the manor's kitchen. Voldemort smirked, then walked out of the room, glancing back at the frightened man on his way. after the door closed, Lucius raised his head, then made his way to the kitchen door to tell his son of his task.
[A/N]
This part is also VERY short, but be proud of me, It's not a one-part story. I'll update as soon as chapter one is finished. Please, please, PLEASE tell me how I can improve. Constructive criticism is always appreciated!