Malignant Narcissism

A/N: Basically the Prequel, in my opinion, to the Harry Potter stories with a big twist: yes friends, this is a Veela fic!! With some heavy slash, angst, horror, creature, comedy, romance, and drama to help it along. Oh, and it's Drarry in case you were interested. Plus it definitely puts Draco in good light, so if you hate the boy, (grr), then you'll probably not enjoy my remarks to his beauty and grace. Enjoy! Flames welcomed, but I ask you to read the whole thing before you make judgments. ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter... neither do I own the band Rush, from whence the title of this story comes from


Prologue

"Narcissa, you needn't worry. The tropics will agree with you." Lucius Malfoy reassured his new wife. She nodded half-heartedly.

"This is just so new and exciting." She said, smiling despite herself. He grinned back and hugged her.

"Shall we?" He asked, walking toward the fireplace.

They threw floo powder into the burning flames and walked through their living room fireplace and out of a fireplace in a hut on the beach. Lucius patted Narcissa's hand lovingly and kissed her cheek.

"Like I said: The tropics agree with you, Mrs. Malfoy." He said pleasantly. She agreed and they ran to play in the ocean.

This was the beginning of a complicated and dark story. Narcissa Black and Lucius Malfoy were married September 1st. It was the start to what they hoped to be a beautiful relationship. Two days after they were married, they went on a honeymoon to the Hawaiian Islands, where a couple of wizards that Lucius once knew graciously provided them with private rooms and luxuries for one week. Passions, emotions, and love bloomed that night in their chambers and soon they would have what they had both always dreamed of: a family.


Chapter 1

9 Months later

"Lucius! I can't bend over, honey." Narcissa whined as she stared helplessly down at a sock that she had dropped on the floor.

Her husband came down the stairs and cherished her in that moment. He picked up her sock and placed it on her foot, chuckling.

"That's what happens when you become pregnant, love." He teased her lovingly.

She pouted as he hurried to get ready to go. She went to sit on a couch in the living room and watched him.

"Where are you going?" She asked. Lucius paused in the doorway and turned back.

"Avery, Nott, and Yaxley want to take me to something. Says it's important." He replied.

"Ok, honey. Be back for dinner?" She asked. He kissed her forehead.

"Of course. Love you." He said as he ran out the door.

He Apparated from his manor in Wiltshire, London, to the location he was given by Nott and observed his surroundings. He was on a lonely street corner with a single street light that flickered and buzzed. He looked around for anybody he knew. That's when he saw Avery standing a few yards off, leaning against a dark, empty building.

"It's about time, Malfoy." He said. Lucius nodded to him in return.

"Let's go. It's about to start." He said, taking off in the opposite direction.

Lucius followed. They walked silently through the streets of what seemed to be a ghost town. It seemed recently deserted, though, and felt eerily like death. Fog creeped up from the ground and the sky was unusually black. Lucius shivered and suddenly wished he could go home. Then Avery ducked into what seemed an ordinary building. He followed cautiously. He walked up the stairs and barely saw the corner of a cloak disappearing around a corner. He rounded the corner and stopped abruptly. Avery, Nott, Yaxely, and countless others whom Lucius didn't know were standing in a semi-circle around an armchair. The armchair seemed to be occupied by a man. Lucius studied him from the shadows. He looked as though he had been handsome when he was younger, but age and something Lucius could not identify clouded and darkened the man's features. His eyes were dark and cloudy, his hair was dark, and his face was gaunt. He seemed disheveled, thin, and haggard. Lucius stepped forward and felt something slip past his ankles. He saw the man look down at what seemed to be a large snake on the floor. The man hissed in what Lucius assumed was Parseltongue.

"Since we are all here, we can start the meeting." The man said.

He had a cold voice that reverberated through Lucius' spine, making him shiver. The man looked around the room, making eye contact with everyone present. His eyes seemed to bore into Lucius' and made him think of nails digging through his head, and then the feeling was gone and the man was looking at someone else. Again, Lucius thought of fleeing, but curiosity kept him rooted.

"My name is," here the man paused, most likely for affect, "Lord Voldemort."

Lucius didn't know if he should laugh, but when others whispered the name as if this man were a god, Lucius decided it was a good idea that he didn't. The man's voice was hoarse and raspy, as though he were sick.

"You are all here because you are chosen. You are chosen to be a part of my little club," he sneered mockingly, "because I believe you can handle it. Each and every one of you are smart, or else you wouldn't be in my presence. The wizarding world is changing as we know it. More things are becoming acceptable. Things that should never change are changing. But there is a way to stop it."

Lucius listened intently as Voldemort spoke of the wizarding world and what he could do to change it and how he needed their help. He spoke of family trees and dirty blood. He talked of wizarding schools and the Ministry of Magic. Lucius felt himself being reeled in of this man's outlandish, yet enticing plans. His silky smooth voice had the crowd captivated, and he was manipulating them with his tactics and strategies.

They were sheep, following power, and this man had power. It was a rebellion, being led by a man with a dark face and a darker past. They could all change a corrupt world with the help of this man, this Voldemort. Change was inevitable in a vast and growing world, but it was something that could be controlled. This dark lord, this Lord Voldemort was a revolutionist and he had a vision for the future of his followers and their children. With him seated as highest power, nothing could go wrong.

..

After the meeting, The Dark Lord, as Lucius heard some call him, went up to his quarters and those left behind mingled. Lucius found more people that he knew at the meeting. He saw Bellatrix and Severus and Macnair. He also met a few others. Peter, Dolohov, Rookwood, and Rowle were all extremely happy to be there. Though it seemed to Lucius that there had been previous meetings with members when he had first started. Dolohov, Mulciber, Nott, Rosier, Avery, and the Lestrange's seemed to be used to the "Dark Lord". Severus Snape led Lucius around, introducing him to the large group of followers.

People spoke in whispers, as though it might be against the rules. They stayed in small, tight groups of two or three and broke apart to join different groups. After a while, wizards and witches began returning to their homes. Snape turned to Lucius.

"What did you think, Lucius?" He asked.

Lucius didn't know what he thought.

"The man's brilliant, no doubt. And he's powerful. The meeting was truly intriguing." Lucius answered, hoping he was saying the right thing.

Severus nodded once and replied, "Yes. He's an inspiration to all."

Lucius thought about Narcissa.

"I really should be heading home."

"You'll come to the next meeting?" Severus asked.

Lucius nodded before Apparating home. It wasn't until he was safe in his bed next to his wife that he realized Severus hadn't been asking. He had been prophesying.


A/N: End to chapter 1!! Horray! So, it's going along a little fast, but don't worry, it'll slow down.