Oh Mamma, Mamma! Can this really be the end? To be stuck inside Azkaban with the Death Eater Blues Again.
Chapter One: Contrition
The screaming hung in the air as Lucius bolted upright, heart pounding and tried to focus his eyes on his surroundings. His vision cleared. The bleak, gray light filtered down from the slit high in the wall, He remembered where he was. In a dank cell. In the bowels of Azkaban. With no possibility of escape.
He had been here for two long years, utterly abandoned. Abandoned by family, friends, and his associates. Worse, abandoned by the Dark Lord who had left him to rot after the debacle in the Department of Mysteries. Only two other people had visited him during this time. His son who came to view the downfall of his omnipotent father and tell him of the demise of all he had pledged to. Potter had managed to end Lord Voldermort's second Reign of Terror. Draco had taunted Lucius for enslaving himself to the loosing side and dragging the Malfoy name down as well. He had left him with a sneer and a look of loathing, His lawyer had visited 2 months ago to serve papers to him from his wife who was filing for divorce and to mention that many of the recently caught Death Eaters were naming Lucius as right hand of Voldemort and claiming that he had cursed them into complacency. His lawyer felt that there was a strong possibility that his sentencing would be altered. The New Minister of Magic was pushing for a Death Sentence. His lawyer did not give him much hope. Lucius wondered if Narcissa cut his funding. He wouldn't put it past her. She was vying for power now that Lucius was trapped in here, powerless to extract revenge. Luckily, he had protected many of his assets from her grasping clutches. Not that it helped him here.
Lucius sat up and shivered in the cold morning air. The memory of last night's dreams floated up and he shivered again. He seemed to be reliving every dark deed he had been required to perform for the Dark Lord each night when he closed his eyes. Lucius was pretty sure that the walls were charmed with a variety of dementia spells so the cell occupant would relive all of his dubious deeds, fears and phobias. He got off of his bed and walked stiffly to the water tap. The malicious guards still enjoyed taking out their feelings of inferiority by random beatings and curses. They enjoyed having a powerless DeathEater under their control, especially one from such a well to do family as the Malfoys.
But they were insignificant compared to the cruelties inflicted by Voldermort in his displeasure or the punishments he endured as a youth from his own father.
He removed his disheveled prison garments and washed up, trying not to reflect on his former standard of living. Next he began to exercise.
In the beginning when his wounds had healed, the overwhelming despair of his situation threatened to drive him mad, he turned to physical activity as a diversion. Azkaban was more tolerable if he maintained some kind of routine and he desperately needed a semblance of control. He was much thinner then when he was first shown to his "accommodations". But due to this routine he implemented he was fairly fit. His routine consisted of stretches, followed by hundreds of presses and crunches, then some running in place followed by an hour or two of pacing his cell. It was when he was pacing that he let down his defenses and allowed happier memories to wash over him. He thought about his young son, about the beginning of his marriage, about friendships, about his days at Hogswart and when he was truly melancholy, he thought about her and the path he did not choose.
He was in his 6th year at Hogswart when he met her. He was living his life as was expected of the heir of Malfoy. He was handsome, intelligent, athletic, and worshiped by most of his housemates. He was a Prefect in Syltherin. He was the Captain of the house Quidditch team and their best chaser. He was one of the brightest students, excelling in Potions, Defense against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration and Charms. He was privately tutored in the Dark arts and also excelled at hexes and curses. His father was grooming him to step into the family businesses when he finished his studies. He had everything money could buy. Girls threw themselves at him so he was rarely dateless. And he was betrothed to a13 yr old Pureblood by the name of Narcissa who attended Beaxbatton. He was cold, arrogant, ruthless and controlling. All the traits of a perfect Malfoy. Yet this year, when he awoke on the first morning at Hogwarts, he felt bored, restless and incomplete as though he were waiting for something to happen. That something happened in the second week of classes.
Lucius was sitting at a desk in his Defense against the Dark Arts taught by an elder wizard who had fought against Grindewald in the war. Professor Lumpkin was explaining the counter curses for binding spells. Lucius had known about these for several years thanks to his private instructors so he sat near the back, stifling a yawn and doodling on his parchment.
A loud knock interrupted Professor Lumpkin. The door opened and McGonagold poked her head in and asked to have a word with Lumpkin. Lumpkin quickly assigned some reading pages to the class and stepped out into the hallway. The students immediately took advantage of his absence and paper notes and other debris were flying around the between the Syltherins and Griffindors along with the usual taunts and jeering. Lucius looked up with a sneer and a bored sigh. The door abruptly opened as the students quickly huddled over their textbooks and Lumpkin walked back in accompanied by a young witch. He introduced her as a transfer student who had attended the prestigious private Isle Royale Academy of Enchantment. Her family had moved to London. Her father was a special consultant for the Ministry. Her name was Susan Hunter. She had been sorted into Griffindor.
She looked very ungriffindorlike. She was dressed in all black except for a bright tied dyed scarf that she wore around her waist. She wore her black school robes opened to reveal a curvy figure in a short black leather skirt, a black t-shirt with a few strategically placed holes that didn't quite reveal anything, Her shirt was cut off on the bottom and didn't meet her skirt, revealing some kind of drawing near her hip. Black fishnet stockings and knee high black leather boots reminiscent of pirate attire completed her outfit. She wore one earring that dangled an open pointy piece of metal, a black leather chocker and several leather straps on her wrist with various charms suspended from them. She had green eyes, high cheekbones, pale flawless skin, and short, messy orange hair with black tips.
Lucius and most of the male students eyed her up and down taking in her long shapely legs. Lucius swallowed and look down when he realized he was staring just as intently as the rest of the morons in his class. A Malfoy did not stare hungrily at a mere girl!
Professor Lumpkin gestured to a vacant seat and told the new girl to sit down and turn to page 121 in her textbook. She strode down the row until she arrived at the vacant seat directly in front of Lucius. She glanced down and caught Lucius's eyes checking out her chest. She raised one eyebrow and cocked a smile at him. Much to his chagrin his face flushed as he stared back down at his book. She chuckled and took her seat.
Lucius stiffened at her laugh and narrowed his eyes coldly. No one dare laugh at a Malfoy!
He suddenly became engrossed in Lumpkin's lecture and tried to keep his eyes from wandering over the shapely creature in front of him. He began devising a plan to put the new girl in her place. His lips curled up into cruel smile.