"Dead, he is dead," confirmed Dr. Beetlehead, shaking his head. He looked
sadly at the corpse lying in front of him, on a sumptuous bed. Dr.
Beetlehead's magic medical devices were checking by themselves the man's
pulse, breathing and cardiac rhythm but they detected nothing. Lucius
Malfoy was dead.
Half a dozen people were gathered around the doctor, in the Malfoys' master bedroom. Lucius Malfoy's sister named Linda and his brother-in-law, Marcus Burchester, were beside the doctor, who was sitting on the bed beside the corpse. Linda was retaining tears in her gray eyes. She was trying to smile to Marcus, a tall brown man, who had put his hand on her shoulder.
Linda's son, Lucius (he had inherited of his uncle's name), was kneeling in front of the bed, crying on the dead hand he was holding in his own. He had blond hair, as all the people in his mother's family. He did not seem to be scared of what people would think of him crying like that, at his age.
Behind him was Crabbe, a friend of the late Lucius Malfoy. An extremely ugly house elf was standing beside him. Finally, Draco Malfoy was in a corner of the room, hands in his pockets, staring at the ground.
Draco was now 17, and he would soon turn 18, on the 25th of August. He had graduated form Hogwarts with a lot of distinction (let's say Snape had «supported» him).Draco was now a very handsome young man. He still had his grayish blue eyes that had made so many girls dream. He had become tall and well built.
But he was as wicked as he was good-looking.
Some things never change.
As soon as Dr. Beetlehead had pronounced the word "dead", everyone turned towards Draco, except Lucius II who was too busy weeping over his uncle's body. Nobody dared to say anything. At last, it was Burchester who walked towards his nephew and spoke first.
"Son, he said solemnly, letting his hands literally fall on Draco's shoulders, I swear on my honor that Linda and I will always be there to help you whenever you need a parent's help."
As he was speaking, Linda had joined him. "Yes, she added, whenever you need us, don't forget. And you can come visit us as often as you want."
"Thanks, Aunt Linda," whispered Draco, and he hugged her. Crabbe, Dr. Beetlehead and the house elf all assembled themselves around Draco. I was funny to see how they all left the dead body to go see him. Moments ago, when there was hope that Lucius would live, they were all grouped around him. Now he had passed out, everybody left him to go comfort his son.
"Is there anything we can do right now?" asked Dr. Beetlehead, as his instruments full of blood were wiping themselves on his white robes.
"Yes," responded Draco, after a short pause. "I'd like to stay alone.with my father." He shivered slightly. Since the incident happened, it was the first time he pronounced the word "father".
"Of course, sir," answered Dr. Beetlehead. He indicated with his head to M. and Mrs. Burchester and to M. Crabbe to follow him. He headed the group towards the door, followed closely by his levitating instruments. "I'll come back this afternoon with and Embalmer to get the body ready for the funerals," he added before leaving the room with Crabbe.
Burchester ordered the house elf to go prepare coffee and told his wife to wait for him in the family room. He turned around as both left him and approached his son. "Lucius, we have to go," he said in a gentle but firm voice. "Draco wants to stay with his father."
"He was my father too," sobbed Lucius standing up, ".my second father. And I am not Lucius, I am Lucius Malfoy II," he added throwing a last desperate look to his beloved uncle. His father escorted him to the door before closing it behind him, leaving Draco alone.
Draco stuck his ear to the massive wooden door to make sure Burchester and Lucius had left. He heard them walking down the stairs. He turned around and looked at the dead body of his father. A not very reassuring smirk appeared on his lips as he whispered,
"Dead.finally."
*
In the family room, M. and Mrs. Burchester, their son and Crabbe were drinking the delicious Colombian coffee that Bastard, the house elf, had prepared for them.
"Everything just happened so fast," said Linda, staring at the interior of her cup as if she was expecting to see her brother's face in the brown smoking liquid.
She was right, everything had happened really fast: a piercing scream, her brother found bleeding on the floor in his office, the panicking moments that had followed, the insupportable wait and.Lucius Malfoy's death.
"And something else I don't understand, she continued, is why the murderer stabbed him and didn't simply use the Aveda Kedavra curse. Maybe, maybe it was a muggle who killed him!," she added, before gasping in horror and clapping her hand on her wide-open mouth. You have to know that for a Malfoy, being beaten in any way by a muggle was a dishonor for him and his family.
"You know it can't be a muggle, his mansion is protected from muggle intrusions by a spell," replied Burchester. Even though he wasn't very affected by his brother-in law's death, he knew how his wife felt.
Linda Malfoy had always admired her brother since she was born when Lucius was only five. He was the one who had taught her how to execute her first spells. They had always been in a perfect brother-sister relation until they each got married: Lucius' wife was jealous of the affection he devoted to his sister; and Lucius himself did not approve of Linda's husband because Burchester had a cousin of third or fourth degree whose mother was muggle-born. But they had still stayed very close friends.
This was one of the reasons why everyone expected Lucius II and Draco to be best of friends. After all, they were the same age (except Lucius II was born about two months after his cousin), they were both from the same social class, and they looked so alike!
Effectively, Lucius II was as good-looking, as blonde and as tall as Draco was. A perfect match? Not at all. Draco loathed Lucius II and Lucius II detested Draco.
Draco hated his cousin partly because his father kept calling him "the second son he never had". He was sure that his father preferred Lucius II. And he was probably right. Lucius Malfoy was probably very flattered to have a nephew named after him. Draco had often been jealous of his cousin in his childhood for many different reasons, especially when Lucius II got to attend Durmstang and he had to go to Hogwarts because his overprotective mother did not want to know her little Draco too far away from her.
But the main reason why Malfoy hated him was that they were so alike, inside and outside. It's not always easy to live with someone who thinks and acts just like you.
In the family room, Lucius II was fixing an undetermined point in the air, thinking about something probably too obscure for us to understand. His eyes were red, just like his mother's. Crabbe seemed uncomfortable. He asked Bastard for more coffee. An unpleasant atmosphere reigned in the room, unlike the great joy that was filling Draco's heart at the same moment.
*
Outside, the end-of-June sun was as bright as it could be. Draco could not contain his joy. His father, assassinated! He would not have to suffer living with this horrible man anymore. And most of all, he would inherit of the Malfoys' fortune earlier than he would have ever wished. He would become millionaire before turning 18! This was the best day of his life.
He was walking around the bedroom over and over again. He wanted to communicate his happiness to the whole world, he wanted everyone to envy his good fortune. It was one of those moments when you're so happy that you don't know what to do.
Draco thought about all of the idiots downstairs, in the family room. They thought he was inconsolable about his father's death, little did they know. This was the moment Draco had been waiting for during all of his life, it was like the goal of his existence. Since he had become old enough to understand the value of money, the young Draco had always wondered when his detestable father would die at last, leaving his only son with most of his possessions, if not all. The thought of all the money he would inherit was the only reason why Draco had always respected his father and obeyed to him. If he had never answered back to his father even when he was being punished for something Lucius II had done, it was because he was thinking of the will his father would write.
Looking at the corpse lying on the bed, he wondered who was the cause of his luck. He wondered who was the blessed person who had killed his father. Draco knew his father had a lot of enemies, especially in the Ministry of Magic, but who would have dared to kill Lucius Malfoy, one of the most influent wizards, and why would this person use a muggle weapon to commit this murder?
He approached his father's dead body and spat on it in disgust. Of course, nothing happened.
"That's it," said Draco, "shut up and go join my mother in the cemetery. Leave me the money."
BIP! BIP!
Draco nearly had a heart attack.
Looking at his watch, he realized that it was already 2 o'clock in the afternoon. His father's bleeding body had been discovered in his office at noon.
He had completely lost count of time. Remembering that Dr. Beetlehead would arrive soon with an Embalmer, Draco decided to join his relatives in the family room. As he was walking down the stairs, he modified his facial expression and took a grieved look.
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Half a dozen people were gathered around the doctor, in the Malfoys' master bedroom. Lucius Malfoy's sister named Linda and his brother-in-law, Marcus Burchester, were beside the doctor, who was sitting on the bed beside the corpse. Linda was retaining tears in her gray eyes. She was trying to smile to Marcus, a tall brown man, who had put his hand on her shoulder.
Linda's son, Lucius (he had inherited of his uncle's name), was kneeling in front of the bed, crying on the dead hand he was holding in his own. He had blond hair, as all the people in his mother's family. He did not seem to be scared of what people would think of him crying like that, at his age.
Behind him was Crabbe, a friend of the late Lucius Malfoy. An extremely ugly house elf was standing beside him. Finally, Draco Malfoy was in a corner of the room, hands in his pockets, staring at the ground.
Draco was now 17, and he would soon turn 18, on the 25th of August. He had graduated form Hogwarts with a lot of distinction (let's say Snape had «supported» him).Draco was now a very handsome young man. He still had his grayish blue eyes that had made so many girls dream. He had become tall and well built.
But he was as wicked as he was good-looking.
Some things never change.
As soon as Dr. Beetlehead had pronounced the word "dead", everyone turned towards Draco, except Lucius II who was too busy weeping over his uncle's body. Nobody dared to say anything. At last, it was Burchester who walked towards his nephew and spoke first.
"Son, he said solemnly, letting his hands literally fall on Draco's shoulders, I swear on my honor that Linda and I will always be there to help you whenever you need a parent's help."
As he was speaking, Linda had joined him. "Yes, she added, whenever you need us, don't forget. And you can come visit us as often as you want."
"Thanks, Aunt Linda," whispered Draco, and he hugged her. Crabbe, Dr. Beetlehead and the house elf all assembled themselves around Draco. I was funny to see how they all left the dead body to go see him. Moments ago, when there was hope that Lucius would live, they were all grouped around him. Now he had passed out, everybody left him to go comfort his son.
"Is there anything we can do right now?" asked Dr. Beetlehead, as his instruments full of blood were wiping themselves on his white robes.
"Yes," responded Draco, after a short pause. "I'd like to stay alone.with my father." He shivered slightly. Since the incident happened, it was the first time he pronounced the word "father".
"Of course, sir," answered Dr. Beetlehead. He indicated with his head to M. and Mrs. Burchester and to M. Crabbe to follow him. He headed the group towards the door, followed closely by his levitating instruments. "I'll come back this afternoon with and Embalmer to get the body ready for the funerals," he added before leaving the room with Crabbe.
Burchester ordered the house elf to go prepare coffee and told his wife to wait for him in the family room. He turned around as both left him and approached his son. "Lucius, we have to go," he said in a gentle but firm voice. "Draco wants to stay with his father."
"He was my father too," sobbed Lucius standing up, ".my second father. And I am not Lucius, I am Lucius Malfoy II," he added throwing a last desperate look to his beloved uncle. His father escorted him to the door before closing it behind him, leaving Draco alone.
Draco stuck his ear to the massive wooden door to make sure Burchester and Lucius had left. He heard them walking down the stairs. He turned around and looked at the dead body of his father. A not very reassuring smirk appeared on his lips as he whispered,
"Dead.finally."
*
In the family room, M. and Mrs. Burchester, their son and Crabbe were drinking the delicious Colombian coffee that Bastard, the house elf, had prepared for them.
"Everything just happened so fast," said Linda, staring at the interior of her cup as if she was expecting to see her brother's face in the brown smoking liquid.
She was right, everything had happened really fast: a piercing scream, her brother found bleeding on the floor in his office, the panicking moments that had followed, the insupportable wait and.Lucius Malfoy's death.
"And something else I don't understand, she continued, is why the murderer stabbed him and didn't simply use the Aveda Kedavra curse. Maybe, maybe it was a muggle who killed him!," she added, before gasping in horror and clapping her hand on her wide-open mouth. You have to know that for a Malfoy, being beaten in any way by a muggle was a dishonor for him and his family.
"You know it can't be a muggle, his mansion is protected from muggle intrusions by a spell," replied Burchester. Even though he wasn't very affected by his brother-in law's death, he knew how his wife felt.
Linda Malfoy had always admired her brother since she was born when Lucius was only five. He was the one who had taught her how to execute her first spells. They had always been in a perfect brother-sister relation until they each got married: Lucius' wife was jealous of the affection he devoted to his sister; and Lucius himself did not approve of Linda's husband because Burchester had a cousin of third or fourth degree whose mother was muggle-born. But they had still stayed very close friends.
This was one of the reasons why everyone expected Lucius II and Draco to be best of friends. After all, they were the same age (except Lucius II was born about two months after his cousin), they were both from the same social class, and they looked so alike!
Effectively, Lucius II was as good-looking, as blonde and as tall as Draco was. A perfect match? Not at all. Draco loathed Lucius II and Lucius II detested Draco.
Draco hated his cousin partly because his father kept calling him "the second son he never had". He was sure that his father preferred Lucius II. And he was probably right. Lucius Malfoy was probably very flattered to have a nephew named after him. Draco had often been jealous of his cousin in his childhood for many different reasons, especially when Lucius II got to attend Durmstang and he had to go to Hogwarts because his overprotective mother did not want to know her little Draco too far away from her.
But the main reason why Malfoy hated him was that they were so alike, inside and outside. It's not always easy to live with someone who thinks and acts just like you.
In the family room, Lucius II was fixing an undetermined point in the air, thinking about something probably too obscure for us to understand. His eyes were red, just like his mother's. Crabbe seemed uncomfortable. He asked Bastard for more coffee. An unpleasant atmosphere reigned in the room, unlike the great joy that was filling Draco's heart at the same moment.
*
Outside, the end-of-June sun was as bright as it could be. Draco could not contain his joy. His father, assassinated! He would not have to suffer living with this horrible man anymore. And most of all, he would inherit of the Malfoys' fortune earlier than he would have ever wished. He would become millionaire before turning 18! This was the best day of his life.
He was walking around the bedroom over and over again. He wanted to communicate his happiness to the whole world, he wanted everyone to envy his good fortune. It was one of those moments when you're so happy that you don't know what to do.
Draco thought about all of the idiots downstairs, in the family room. They thought he was inconsolable about his father's death, little did they know. This was the moment Draco had been waiting for during all of his life, it was like the goal of his existence. Since he had become old enough to understand the value of money, the young Draco had always wondered when his detestable father would die at last, leaving his only son with most of his possessions, if not all. The thought of all the money he would inherit was the only reason why Draco had always respected his father and obeyed to him. If he had never answered back to his father even when he was being punished for something Lucius II had done, it was because he was thinking of the will his father would write.
Looking at the corpse lying on the bed, he wondered who was the cause of his luck. He wondered who was the blessed person who had killed his father. Draco knew his father had a lot of enemies, especially in the Ministry of Magic, but who would have dared to kill Lucius Malfoy, one of the most influent wizards, and why would this person use a muggle weapon to commit this murder?
He approached his father's dead body and spat on it in disgust. Of course, nothing happened.
"That's it," said Draco, "shut up and go join my mother in the cemetery. Leave me the money."
BIP! BIP!
Draco nearly had a heart attack.
Looking at his watch, he realized that it was already 2 o'clock in the afternoon. His father's bleeding body had been discovered in his office at noon.
He had completely lost count of time. Remembering that Dr. Beetlehead would arrive soon with an Embalmer, Draco decided to join his relatives in the family room. As he was walking down the stairs, he modified his facial expression and took a grieved look.
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