I do not own Harry Potter. Any names you do not recognise however are purely my imagination. This setting is after book seven with the idea that Lucius Malfoy does not escape Azkaban until then and Harry Potter is presumed dead.

This will be Lucius/OC heavy so do not read on if you do not appreciate this.

I appreciate constructive criticism.

Please note that Lucius takes on a new name upon waking in the Muggle hospital. He will be known as James until he regains his memory. (Captain Hook, rawr). He appears a little weak to start off with but his character grows as his health grows.

Insanity was beginning to pool at the bottom of his mind, slowly surfacing at weak moments when complete darkness suffocated him and the moaning of neighbours became too much.

How could one survive in this prison with the company of Dementors, he did not know. But he had been blessed, they flocked to the Dark Lord's side within moments of his capture. Though, the guards had thought of new sick ways of torture.

The will of Lucius Malfoy however, was strong. Though their methods were cruel and unjust, he never spoke, he never winced, he never begged for mercy.

A Malfoy never begged.

The insanity mentioned before was beginning to bubble. Like a blister begging to be popped. Lucius found himself cuddling his knees in the corner, his hair hanging like bunches of straw around his face.

His neighbour was moaning again, but this time, Lucius would not submit. He had to get out of here. His family needed him.

A nearby guard came to Lucius' cell. He unlocked the heavy steel door and slowly pulled it open. The guard was coming to try and break this man once more. The door snapped shut, and darkness covered the pair, hiding the horror of Lucius pouncing on his captor and taking him by surprise as his hands wrapped around the guards neck.

The guard struggled against Lucius, he was strong for someone who had not eaten for a few days. Lucius kept hanging on, his fingers becoming sore, the guard finally ceasing movement. Lucius stood, gazing down at the body. He had killed before, but nothing like this. It felt different to kill without magic. He knew what he had to do then, he stripped the guard. He put on the uniform. He tied his scraggly hair back with a piece of ripped material from his previous clothing. Lucius then picked up the guard's wand, and opened the door, closing it. He knew how dangerous it was to use another's wand but it was a risk he was willing to take.

He then started at a run down the corridor, which he thought was the way out.

Lucius knew the only way that he could get out of here successfully was to obtain his own wand. They were stored in a secure area, guarded and warded. He would need to sneak in, break down the wards to the best of his ability and take his own wand. It would be hard.

Lucius continued down the corridor. The guards he passed didn't recognise him. They didn't work on his level. He figured in order to be less noticed, he would only kill guards that recognised him. No sense causing more to go after him with a wand that wasn't his own.

Lucius took a breath when he approached the wand storage area.

"You new here?" One of the guards asked.

"Yeah", replied Lucius, putting on a different accent that wasn't as refined as his own. It made him feel dirty, but, it was something. "Just need to destroy one of the wands in there. A prisoner on the upper level died".

"Oh? Which one?" The guard folded his arms, eyeing Lucius suspiciously.

"Atkins". He answered quickly, recalling the name of his neighbour. "Better do it quickly before my supervisor asks questions".

"All right, very well. We're going to go on break. Remember to lock up when you're done". The guard removed the wards. Several different phases took place, shades of colour appearing when each ward was removed. The grates disappeared.

The guards moved off. Lucius moved in. He moved quickly. Throwing boxes on the ground. Pushing ones aside. Finally, he found it. His beloved wand. The air glowed around him when Lucius made contact with it. He heard voices. They were coming back. Lucius snapped the other wand in half and quickly looked for a place to hide. He'd attack the guards from behind. Lucius noticed a corner nearby. He darted behind it.

"I should have known!" The guard shouted. "I knew I recognised that face from somewhere!"

"Malfoy's escaped? But how?"

"Go to his cell, he obviously stole that uniform. Make sure he doesn't escape!"

Lucius knew he'd have to kill them now. He stepped out from behind the corner, wand drawn. His beloved cane was in the safe hands of his wife, he longed to caress the smooth wood that had been in the family for generations. Before the guards had time to pull out their wands, Lucius had killed them both. Swiftly. He now had to leave the prison.

What happened before was just the easy part.

By now the guards had been alerted that Lucius had escaped. There were too many wards for him to try and Apparate. He'd be killed. Lucius had to get outside, to the lake, he'd be safe there. He was running as fast as his aching legs could carry him. He slipped his wand into his back pocket and grabbed onto the fence… and was shot back off again, his hands burning.

Lucius winced as he rubbed his hands on his sides, looking at them. No scarring. Must be some sort of spell to frighten people away from jumping the fence. He could hear the siren blaring in the background. Lucius grit his teeth and focused on what the spell could possibly be. He searched through every spell he had ever learnt. They were getting closer now. Lucius pulled his wand out and called upon the counter curse. The gate glowed for a minute and returned to normal. He put his wand in his back pocket and climbed the fence, feet slipping against the wet metal, and he slid his body over the top and carefully climbed down to the bottom. But he slipped about half way and landed hard on his back. He groaned, and got up, feeling something in his side. A branch had stabbed him. At least his wand was all right. No time to heal here. He took off at a run, feeling the rushing of the guards coming up to the fence and quickly attempting to unlock it. Lucius was far ahead now, feeling his blood trickle down his side, into his pants. He felt weak. He kept running. Through trees. Bushes. Bare skin being scraped against. Then suddenly he came to a road. He saw headlights. He rolled away from them. The car skidded to a stop.

It was the last thing he heard before darkness blanketed him.

"Help me get him into the car, Thomas". A woman's voice called as she scurried to Lucius' side. She could hear approaching voices. "Quickly!"

Thomas, the woman's younger brother, grabbed Lucius' legs. The woman grabbed him under the shoulders. They then hoisted him to the back seat of their car.

"I'll keep an eye on him, drive to the hospital". She propped Lucius' head on her lap. She didn't want to remove the branch in the event it had pierced an organ and cause even more blood loss. So, she took off her jumper and used it to pressurise the wound.

"You do know that's Azkaban prison in the middle of nowhere, right?" Thomas called, spying his sister through the rear vision mirror. "He could be a wanted criminal".

"No. He's wearing a guards uniform. Just drive, Thomas". She felt around him for ID of any sort. She pulled the wand from his back pocket. "How many prisoners carry wands with them?" She asked, lifting it up for Thomas to see in the rear vision mirror.

"I still don't like it". He murmured, it would be a long drive to the hospital. They were camping for the weekend. "I know you're Muggle, sis, but you simply don't understand…"

"Hey, don't you go on with your I'm a wizard therefore I'm better than you tripe". She set the wand on the floor of her car as she continued to apply pressure to Lucius' wound. He was moaning. "Drive as fast as you can and use your Jedi mind trick on any police that pull us over or something".

"Don't be a moron". He snapped, and they continued the rest of the trip in silence.