Note: This story is not about Harry, Hermione, Ron or any of their children. This is a story that I made, filled with a fresh batch of characters. They all do go to Hogwarts, but the majority of the story takes place in 2025, so all of their kids are long gone from Hogwarts anyway. This story will have cameos of old characters, and some of them are recurring characters (like McGonagall). I do not own the Wizarding world and some of the older characters. There are also lots of objects, spells, places, and concepts that were not created by me. Some of the characters I created are part of known families just because I love staying as close to canon as possible. But the new characters themselves are of either mine or a friend's creation. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1 – The Attack on the Hogwarts Express
Lucius Malfoy
August 31st, 2016
The old man lounged in his velvet chair. The man's hair once was white-blond had become fully white; his skin that once was pale had become pasty; his body that once was strong had become feeble. The man wanted death. He wanted his pain to be over. His plan… if he could just activate his plan…
The door to his office creaked open. "Lucius," the old man heard a familiar, rough voice say. "Are you sure that this is the right time?"
Lucius licked his lips, his gray eyes watching the other man, calculating, contemplating, how to respond. "Tell me, Archibald. Why do you ask this question? Do you believe that we are not yet strong enough, that our plans are going to fail?" Lucius said his words slowly, provoking fear.
"Of course not, Lucius," Archibald quickly responded. "It's just that –"
"Just that what, Archibald?" Lucius interrupted. "Eighteen years ago, Lord Voldemort met his demise" – nobody ever used the word "died" about Voldemort – "during the second Wizarding World. For eight years, you and I lived as outcasts. Nobody in society would have former death eaters as allies. Then, you, your wife, Ofina, Scoan Selwyn, and I made an Unbreakable Vow that we would not rest until we were sure the work of Lord Voldemort was finally going to be complete. Until all mudbloods were exterminated, and wizards took their rightful place as leaders of the world. For the past ten years, we have been in the shadows. We have built ourselves up, convinced dozens to join our cause. We are now a powerful force.
"My plan is going just the way we hoped. Our small skirmishes of killing mudbloods have caused the Order of the Phoenix to reform. Bulstrode 'accidently' raised their suspicions of an attack on the Hogwarts Express. Our members will kill whatever guards there are on the Hogwarts Express, and then sacrifice themselves to make the Order of the Phoenix think they have one a victory. We then have planted the seed. Afterward, the Order of the Phoenix – will, of course, tell the Ministry.
"Meanwhile, the Ministry won't know how to act. The current Minister – Follet Badour – is an idiot. He doesn't have beliefs. Just a nice smile and a way with words. He won't know what to do. Should he tell the people? Will it scare them all though, cause an uproar? Badour will decide just not to act – I'm sure of it. And if he doesn't, then, luckily for us," – Lucius found a malicious smile forming on his lips – "I have him wrapped around my finger. If I tell him not to act, I assure you, he won't.
"Then, we wait. We continue these small skirmishes until the Ministry realizes that they must release information to the public. Whether that be from them getting a new Minister of Magic or one of our little skirmishes going a bit too far, it doesn't matter. And then, the public gets angry at the Ministry and the Order of the Phoenix for censoring information from them. And while they all are fighting each other, then we strike."
"But Lucius, what if the Ministry acts the opposite way? Badour is not the only one in power there. And Minerva McGonagall – do you think she would really stand for withholding information from the public?"
"I assure you, Archibald if Badour doesn't want information shared, it will not be shared. McGonagall will listen to the law, even if she doesn't like it." Lucius' cold gray eyes turned softer for a moment, as he said, "When Narcissa died, I swore that I would bring power and respect back to our family name. I have no intention of breaking that promise." Lucius, of course, didn't mention that if his plan didn't work, he had placed himself to seem uninvolved and innocent. "And when my plan works," he went on, "the Malfoy, Nott, and Selwyn families will be known by every being in this world. You will no longer be living in that gloomy hovel, but in a manor. Your family will no longer be shamed after it's work with the death eaters, but feared instead. Your daughters will live like princess, and you like a king. Wizards will finally be out of hiding, finally ruling over muggles like they should be. Is that not what you want, Archibald?"
"Of course that's what I want, Lucius," Archibald said, his voice suddenly quiet. "I'm sorry for doubting you."
"You are forgiven, my friend," Lucius replied. Archibald was a good ally; he was ruthless, strategic, and clever. He did have a good point about the Ministry acting the other way, but a point that Lucius had thought about months ago. Archibald nodded his head before walking out of the office.
It had been a week. A whole week since the "attack" on the Hogwarts Express, and no information about it had been released. Not even in the Daily Prophet. Christopher and Riane Salvai had opposed Lucius' forces and had met their deaths. Lucius was disappointed that it had to be purebloods to die; he would have rather killed some filthy half-bloods or mudbloods. But Christopher and Riane had chosen the wrong side, and that was their problem, not Lucius'. The Daily Prophet had explained that they died in a Knight Bus accident. Apparently, they had a son who they had left behind.
Lucius had been surprised; he had thought Badour was idiotic, but not this idiotic. He didn't even consult Lucius. He had just decided not to reveal information. Lucius had concluded that he probably had the notion it would be bad for his reputation. But the reasoning didn't matter. What mattered now was that his plan was activated.
Finally, he had completed his part of the Unbreakable Vow.
Finally, he could die.
In his Unbreakable Vow, he agreed that he would not rest until he was sure the work of Lord Voldemort would finally be completed. Lucius now knew that the work of Lord Voldemort would be completed; he was sure his plan would.
He supposed he felt bad for Archibald and Ofina. He hadn't told anybody the entity – the truth – about his plan. Archibald and Ofina didn't know what his plan would do to their youngest daughter, Alea Nott. They didn't understand what a ruthless monster she was going to become.
Lucius sighed. Complications, calculations, planning. The years since Narcissa had died had been filled with them. He hadn't had a moment of rest since she had died. He had made a promise to her, and he did not intend to break it. All of his work had taken a toll on his body; a man of sixty-three wasn't normally as weak as he was.
But now though, now his work was complete. His plan was perfect; things would go just the way he intended. Now, he could rest.
The old man looked up at the ceiling of his office. There was a large mural, with a wizard sitting on a throne of muggles. Lucius smiled one last time; finally, that dream would be a reality. "Narcissa," he whispered, "I'm coming to you."
Lucius Abraxas Malfoy's eyes at last closed.
They never opened again.
