Blanc et Noir
Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even some of the ideas. I am being forced to write this story by the little red men all over my computer!
Author's Notes: All right. Thankyou to my best friend Nile Queen who helped me fall in love with Lucius, and who created this story with me when the roof was leaking. (She had to go up into the attic so the attic in Malfoy Manor bears some resemblance to her one!) Thanks to Walt Disney for giving me the 'Beauty & the Beast' start and thanks to The Velvet Ghost for the necromancer idea. Also, special thanks to the two week storm which inspired Grandmother Maud's curse.
Prologue
The rain poured down. The sky was grey and forbidding. Water washed over the marble gargoyles and slid in heavy waterfalls down the elaborate stone gutters. Malfoy Manor hadn't been under siege for several centuries, but the rain gave the onlooker the impression that even the weather loathed the Malfoy family.
The onlooker in question was Arthur Weasley. The patched and faded robes he wore weren't even wet because the rain seemed to disappear a few inches from his head. He was attempting to smile, but was trying too hard, which turned his mouth into a sickly grimace.
Mr. Weasley rubbed his hands together as he waited. It was so typically Malfoy to close even their floo network to intruders. Only a special type of floo powder could get you into Malfoy Manor, and Arthur most certainly didn't have it. Because of this Arthur had to walk all the way from the small coach house fireplace at the edge of the park, apparating was, of course, out of the question. Malfoy Manor, like Hogwarts, had special protection.
Slowly, one of the ancient oak doors swung open. A small, trembling House- Elf stood at the entrance. "W-what does you want with the Master?" Arthur drew himself up to his full height. "I'm here to see Mr. Malfoy on very important Ministry business," he said with a faked, but imposing, self confidence. The House-Elf mumbled something that sounded something like "Jeanna will see," and slammed the door in his face.
From one of the upper windows, grey eyes were watching the scene with interest. Lucius Malfoy sank deeper into the expensive furs covering the window seat and smiled dryly as he watched Arthur stamp in impatience outside. He looked up at the sky and the smile turned into a sneer. As Lucius looked at the sky the weather began to worsen. Rain became hail and the wind increased, whistling eerily.
"M-m-master, a visitor is here on important Ministry business. Shall Jeanna let him in?" Lucius glanced down at the red-haired figure below. Ah yes, he'd forgotten the impertinent Weasel had been promoted. There was a time, Lucius thought, when such trash had been quite rightly restricted to crude menial tasks. "Yes Jeanna, show him to the. Green Drawing Room," the corner of his mouth twitched slightly as he decided the location. Jeanna cringed and ran out.
Lucius lived alone in his splendid house. The only people he had ever let close to him were dead. Narcissa, his beautiful wife, and Draco, his beloved son, had both been killed, as punishment for his failure. But now the Dark Lord was dead also, defeated by a boy not even out of Hogwarts! Lucius himself had only been able to escape imprisonment by donating a considerable amount of money to Cornelius Fudge's private Gringotts vault, but he would never be accepted in polite society again.
Mr. Lucius Malfoy drew himself up to his full height, and it was considerably more imposing than Mr. Weasley's. As he smoothed down his costly velvet cloak he thought about the coming confrontation. He was going to enjoy himself. Even in his new financial situation Mr. Weasley had never seen anything like the Green Drawing Room, Lucius was sure. A pity he'd never see anything after it.
Lucius had a highly developed sense of revenge.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even some of the ideas. I am being forced to write this story by the little red men all over my computer!
Author's Notes: All right. Thankyou to my best friend Nile Queen who helped me fall in love with Lucius, and who created this story with me when the roof was leaking. (She had to go up into the attic so the attic in Malfoy Manor bears some resemblance to her one!) Thanks to Walt Disney for giving me the 'Beauty & the Beast' start and thanks to The Velvet Ghost for the necromancer idea. Also, special thanks to the two week storm which inspired Grandmother Maud's curse.
Prologue
The rain poured down. The sky was grey and forbidding. Water washed over the marble gargoyles and slid in heavy waterfalls down the elaborate stone gutters. Malfoy Manor hadn't been under siege for several centuries, but the rain gave the onlooker the impression that even the weather loathed the Malfoy family.
The onlooker in question was Arthur Weasley. The patched and faded robes he wore weren't even wet because the rain seemed to disappear a few inches from his head. He was attempting to smile, but was trying too hard, which turned his mouth into a sickly grimace.
Mr. Weasley rubbed his hands together as he waited. It was so typically Malfoy to close even their floo network to intruders. Only a special type of floo powder could get you into Malfoy Manor, and Arthur most certainly didn't have it. Because of this Arthur had to walk all the way from the small coach house fireplace at the edge of the park, apparating was, of course, out of the question. Malfoy Manor, like Hogwarts, had special protection.
Slowly, one of the ancient oak doors swung open. A small, trembling House- Elf stood at the entrance. "W-what does you want with the Master?" Arthur drew himself up to his full height. "I'm here to see Mr. Malfoy on very important Ministry business," he said with a faked, but imposing, self confidence. The House-Elf mumbled something that sounded something like "Jeanna will see," and slammed the door in his face.
From one of the upper windows, grey eyes were watching the scene with interest. Lucius Malfoy sank deeper into the expensive furs covering the window seat and smiled dryly as he watched Arthur stamp in impatience outside. He looked up at the sky and the smile turned into a sneer. As Lucius looked at the sky the weather began to worsen. Rain became hail and the wind increased, whistling eerily.
"M-m-master, a visitor is here on important Ministry business. Shall Jeanna let him in?" Lucius glanced down at the red-haired figure below. Ah yes, he'd forgotten the impertinent Weasel had been promoted. There was a time, Lucius thought, when such trash had been quite rightly restricted to crude menial tasks. "Yes Jeanna, show him to the. Green Drawing Room," the corner of his mouth twitched slightly as he decided the location. Jeanna cringed and ran out.
Lucius lived alone in his splendid house. The only people he had ever let close to him were dead. Narcissa, his beautiful wife, and Draco, his beloved son, had both been killed, as punishment for his failure. But now the Dark Lord was dead also, defeated by a boy not even out of Hogwarts! Lucius himself had only been able to escape imprisonment by donating a considerable amount of money to Cornelius Fudge's private Gringotts vault, but he would never be accepted in polite society again.
Mr. Lucius Malfoy drew himself up to his full height, and it was considerably more imposing than Mr. Weasley's. As he smoothed down his costly velvet cloak he thought about the coming confrontation. He was going to enjoy himself. Even in his new financial situation Mr. Weasley had never seen anything like the Green Drawing Room, Lucius was sure. A pity he'd never see anything after it.
Lucius had a highly developed sense of revenge.
