The Return Of The Fallen Warrior

God knows why a strange feeling was filling each organ of mine as the time ticked by. Everyone in the room looked impatient. Obviously! Their dearest mate was returning after an entire year. That too from a life that all of us detested and feared.

If the room had been decorated with bouquets and streamers, anybody would have mistaken us to be awaiting the arrival of the minister himself. Each person was watching the entrance door after an interval of a second; each and everyone except me. . .

Lucius Abraxas Malfoy has always been a man of dignity and self-respect amongst his fellow companions. He had the appearance of an aging handsome person with a pale skin, long blonde hair and cold gray eyes. Many people whom I have seen meet him feared him at the first sight. He had the look of a silent killer who attacked on its victim in mere words. Lucius was a school governor of Hogwarts before he was sacked and had very close connections at the Ministry of Magic. To maintain his reputation and influence, he donated to the Ministry, to charity, and to St Mungo's Hospital. He was educated at Hogwarts, where he was a prefect in Slytherin House.

Lucius was an aristocratic wizard who believed strongly in notions of blood purity, and thus joined the Death Eaters. That was the worst (the best for him and his so-called companions!) decision he ever made in his life. To hell with loyalty to the Dark Arts! Did he not realize what danger he had put himself and his own family into?

Nearly 20 years ago my ever-respectful father joined hands with the wizarding world's most dangerous and feared sorcerer, Lord Voldemort a.k.a. The Dark Lord. I was not even born at that to time warn him against his great blunder or even if I had, I would not even have had the right mind to think so, let alone tell him.

At the age of 11, if somebody had told me that I strongly resembled my father, it would have made my day. It was a universal truth at that time that I thought the world of my father. No, that would be an understatement actually. I idolized him. I worshipped him. He was my hero. He was who I wanted to be.

Thank goodness for the umpteenth time that nothing as such happened! Since his arrest in my Fifth year, all the admiration that I had for him got converted into hatred. I do not know why, but every time that I looked at him, I felt disgusted. He is the reason for my forceful submission to the Dark Arts. He is the reason for my failure in the dangerous task assigned to me by the Dark Lord in my sixth year involving the assassination of Dumbledore. He is the reason that I had to watch many anti-voldemort witches and wizards die in the Malfoy Manor including the imprisonment of the so-called Golden Trio. He is the reason why I am in the dark side today and them in the white side. He is the main reason why she hates me and from some point, I dislike her too.

"I think he has arrived"

I looked up and saw everyone arising from their respective seats. I repeated the same. An elegant woman with blonde hair tied in a bun held my hands. I looked at her and found her looking at the entrance door expectantly, teary-eyed. Narcissa Malfoy had always been strikingly beautiful but I could not remember the last time she looked so…lovely. May be it was for the fact that she had a smile on her lips. A smile that I last saw when Lucius came out of the Azkaban. A smile that made me pity her.

Nineteen years ago when He married her everyone could see the joy and excitement in her. She had fallen in love with him at first sight and to be married to him was like a dream come true for her. But what people witnessed for the next few years was that Cissy (her pet name) rarely came out of her room in the Manor. She remained confined to it most of the time. The only time the married couple was seen together was during meals. People began to see the lively Narcissa being replaced by a quiet and doleful one. It was only after I was born that Narcissa found a reason to move around the house and keep herself busy. But the distance between her and Lucius never ceased. She never gave up hope that one day her husband would love her as she did. But Lucius was strong and clever enough never to let that happen. She was only an ever-obedient wife to him and nothing else. No feelings existed between them except a gratitude for bearing him a son and a heir to his fortune.

The entrance oak door opened (obviously the man wouldn't think of ringing the bell in his own house!) and the figure entered.

Silence.

Then three things happened simultaneously.

A huge thunder shook the whole room. (Sorry. My bad. I did not realize so many people were present here to applaud that loud.)

Mother ran to that figure to hug him. Only to be stopped by his raised hands as she reached.(As expected)

My heart stopped beating for a few seconds.

The figure entered the Manor. Lucius Malfoy had returned.

This is just the first chapter. I hope to write more. please do understand that this is my first attempt therefore there is a possibility of numerous mistakes. If you think this chapter is good one I'll continue with the rest of the chapters... thanx..