Lucius Malfoy span on his heel, fire dancing behind his eyes, and clasped the ornate door handle. He turned the creaking metal handle with pale, slender fingers, and crooked his elbow in order to push open the heavy wooden front door of Malfoy Manor. Before stepping out of the door, a restrained sob echoed through the grand hallway. Lucius turned to see an ashen-faced figure fall to his knees, apparently begging. As he fell, the hood of his cloak slipped off of his head to reveal white-blonde hair and pointed features, similar to those of his Father. A noise of disgust was thrown from Lucius' throat as he took hold of the door handle once more. The man on his knees lifted his head, the dim light highlighting the shadows beneath his blue-grey eyes. 'Father…' he croaked. 'Draco', spat Lucius in reply, the vein in his neck bulging with the effort it took to stay calm, his hand shaking with anger as he kept it away from the wand stowed in his pocket. 'Father, please… after all this peace, the entire wizarding world could fall.' Draco's voice was no more than a whisper. 'Draco, you of all people understand that only now can we act, as only now will it be unexpected. Only now does the Potter boy feel safe. All is not well, Draco Malfoy, for today is the day that the Death Eaters reunite.'