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The Widow Malfoy
The rows of masked men in dark robes and masks had increased the last few days. The prisoners were gathered in front, kneeling. The dark lord was declaring his victory. The prisoners all looked down, some few snuffling sounds were coming from a young witch with long black hair.
"Victory is ours," he said. "Our sacrifices have been worth it. You now get your reward, my faithful disciples." He extended an almost skeleton hand to the crowd. For a moment everything went silent and then a deafening roar broke the peace, the Death Eaters fought to be first. The air was once again filled with curses and spells. When they were done, more than one Death Eater was dead, and nothing was left of the prisoners; where they had been was a large dark spot.
"Morsmordre." A man in the front-row shouted, pointing his wand at the sky. The final battle was over, and the remaining Death Eaters left.
"Lucius." He could hear a hissing sound. His mark was hurting violently. "Stay." he removed his mask carefully and knelt down. "Yes, my Lord." "Your son is dead." There was no remorse in the other man's voice, it was simply a statement. "Yes my Lord, he is." Lucius struggled with keeping the dignity of his voice.
"You know, your son was a traitor." Lucius tried to keep his head clear of any thoughts that could be picked up by a skilled legilimens. "Yes, my Lord."
"With such connections, Lucius... What am I to think?" He was calm, licking himself on the upper lip. "My Lord, I would never betray you." "Yes, you are too slimy to do that to my face, Lucius." Lord Voldemort hissed.
"Crucio." The sensation lasted a lot shorter than Lucius would have expected. The spasms in his body were gone after a few seconds. He again got up to the kneeling position. "I have a task for you." Lucius just nodded this time. "Your son's widow, I need you to get her." This time Lucius could not hide anything. His son had not been married.
"You are naive, Lucius, he hid her from me. But I found her." Lucius was getting nauseous and his fingers were getting white from tension. Lord Voldemort could perfectly see the other man's mind now.
"No Lucius, I don't want her dead. Not right now anyway. You'll find her in Azkaban, under M. for Malfoy. I guess you recall where it is."
It took some time for Lucius to know that the dark Lord had really left, and before he dared look up again. He had never heard that his son had had a wife. True, because of the war, he had not been in direct contact with his son for some months, leading to Draco's death. Actually, since Narcissa's premature-slightly-Death-Eater-related-death, the information from his son had been somewhat sparse. But sincerely he did not believe any of the accusations against Draco.
He finally stood up and brushed the dirt from his expensive dark robe. A figure had been watching him. "Severus." He said sighing. "You scared me."
Severus Snape also removed his mask. His face was white and pale. "I am sorry you could not protect my son, Severus." His friend smiled. "We should not discuss those things, Minister." Lucius tightened his grip around his wand. "We should pick up your daughter-in-law before the press is all over this."
"Were you aware of this, Severus?" The potions master nodded. "Why is she in jail?" Snape smiled secretly, "In this conflict, I guess, jail was the safest place to be." Severus didn't reveal any more knowledge, and Lucius let it be at that.