After being caught as a Death Eater at the Department of Mysteries, Lucius Malfoy presumed his life over. He knew no matter how he pleaded at his hearing, he'd be sent to Azkaban to serve a stint in the infamous Wizarding prison and when he emerged a free man the world would no long hold him in any regard.
Lucius had not wanted to return to the Dark Lord and had joined as a idiotic young man, fooled into believing the Dark Lord could provide his followers with the power and glory they so desperately craved. Most importantly, he had promised to limit the intake of dirty blood into the Wizarding world. The dirty blood that was slowly diluting the pure society that had existed for centuries. Now, here he was entering the harsh world of Azkaban. A world that an aristocrat like Lucius was hardly equipped to cope in, he hadn't even been allowed to muddy his shoes as a child.
The grey stone was just as austere as Lucius had always imagined it to be, the cold wind made the handsome blonde shiver and the guards cackled as they saw Lucius appear in his fine silk robes. Since the Dementors had been replaced with human guards, the prison was slightly less dangerous but still as boring, if less fearful for those imprisoned. However, the guards were all poor Wizards, the sort of people Lucius had always made a point in looking down upon in society. For this, they were delighted with their new guest and knew that they could do whatever they wished to the once mighty king of the Wizarding elite.
Standing vulnerably in the middle of a large office waiting to be admitted into the prison was Lucius. He tried his best to keep his mask of impassive disdain towards the guards but his nerves were getting the better of him. In truth he felt more than just apprehension, he was positively terrified. However, he refused to show the filth just how frightened he really was, instead he took to playing with the jewellery that adorned his fingers whilst waiting patiently.
Finally, after over an hour of waiting, Lucius was gruffly called forward by a short, scruffy looking man dressed in the same anonymous uniform as the rest of the prison guards. Tentatively, Lucius walked forwards; still keeping his head as high and proud as was possible, sneering at the guard below him.
"Malfoy, Lucius Abraxas." The guard smirked at Lucius. "Not so high and mighty now are you, Malfoy? The boys will have an absolute field day with a pretty boy like you." The younger rough looking guard cackled.
Lucius' already frayed nerves were reaching the point that they could take no more. "You- you wouldn't do that to me?" He managed to choke out, his usual bored and drawling tones were replaced with a soft voice laced with fear. No longer able to stand tall and still, Lucius was nervously moving from foot to foot looking towards the two other guards who where stood behind him.
Upon seeing Lucius' reaction to the comment he had made, the guard sneered at Lucius "I wouldn't bet your house on it, Malfoy. Now, talking of houses, here is to be your home for the next three and a half years. I say they should have made it life. You have been assigned to a solitary cell and have been permitted to wear your own clothes. Heaven knows why, apparently the powers that be reckon you're not a dangerous criminal, just a filthy coward. Which brings us swiftly onto my next point. You will have meals in the main hall with the others, no special treatment and you'll take a communal shower each morning with the other dirty little criminals. Is that understood?"
"Yes." Lucius replied weakly, almost inaudible and for the first time Lucius looked towards the floor, humiliated. The panic that had set in was not about to ebb, as he felt his empty stomach churning, Lucius couldn't help but wonder if he was going to actually be sick for a moment. Not only was the nausea so strong, there was also an urgent need to empty his bladder; something he was unsure whether or not to put purely down to nerves. He had not been permitted to leave the confines of a very small room, almost a cupboard for what seemed like hours before he was brought here. "May I be excused for a moment to use the bathroom?" Lucius was still looking towards the floor as he spoke, not daring to bring his eyes to look at the sneering guard in front of him.
The rough looking guard smirked at Lucius and decided to humiliate the aristocrat further, speaking in a mocking well spoken voice, the guard denied Lucius' request. "You may 'go to the bathroom' when you get to your cell. Try your best not to make a puddle on the floor in the meantime, Lord Malfoy."
At this latest exchange Lucius looked up towards the guard and scowled, he realised that the man was just trying to humiliate him further. However, he did not respond to the man as he was too busy trying his upmost not to let his hands shake with the very real fear that he was feeling. Without warning he was roughly dragged into another room and was searched to make sure he was not hiding anything. Luckily, the guards were satisfied quickly and paraded the now disgraced Mr. Malfoy through the prison. Jeers and shouting met him and some of the Wizard's even threatened to sexually assault him. By now, Lucius didn't care for the fact he was visibly shaking.
After what seemed an eternity of being paraded in front of the other prisoners, Lucius was finally thrown into his cell with one of the guards looking into his pale grey eyes that were now swimming with tears. "You need to toughen up, there's no such thing as the aristocracy here, Malfoy." Were the last words that Lucius heard as the guards walked away, leaving him alone to face what had become of the next three and a half years of his life. For the first time since his trial; Lucius silently cried.