Lucius Malfoy, Azkaban and the two letters
Skin taut with tension, Lucius Malfoy quietly made his way to the fireplace and was swiftly transported by green flames to the Manor.
Stepping across the hearth rug, the tall regal man looked at his abode with a wary eye. Once what used to be house of grandeur, now lay partly in ruin due to Voldermort's anger with the Malfoy family. Taking a firm stride into his study, he took a minute to think his options through.
''Azkaban,'' the Slytherin thought out loud as the soft dragonhide of his chair cradled his body. As he sat there seconds turned to minutes, then minutes to hours. Pushing any negative thoughts from is mind, he set out to his daily routine.
This routine continued for exactly six weeks and four days. It was only one night, thoughts of the dreaded wizard jail plagued his mind. He was thinking ever so deeply that he had failed to realise a house elf was present, holding his dinner and softly chanting his name.
Having little strength to treat the elf in question with the usual disdain, he dismissed it with a swift 'thank you'. A few minutes later a knock came at the door ''Father?'' Draco's voice filtered through of the door.
''Come Draco,'' he drawled slowly rising from his sitting position. ''News?''
The lanky Malfoy teen carefully looked through his robes and extracted a official looking parchment as he walked in. ''For you.'' he said reaching over the desk. ''Summons, both mother and myself have received ours. Mother even talked to Potter and Granger about testifying before the Wizengamot.''
''Begging, this is what the name of Malfoy has been reduced to.'' he replied acidly as he read over the letter sitting before him on his mahogany study table. ''It seems that I've been classed as highly important and dangerous. So much so, they have summoned me for the day after tomorrow.''
''To be totally honest, I'd rather beg than be thrown into that God forsaken prison.'' He shuddered out at the thought of Azkaban. ''I didn't even want this cursed tattoo. On a side note, it seems that Granger is not who you think she is.''
At that exact moment an eagle owl made an appearance on the window sill, whilst tapping at the stained glass and hooting impatiently. Nipping at Lucius' fingers, the owl hosted twice indicating that a response was not needed and quickly saw it's own way out.
''And it also seems that the ministry caught wind of the imminent divorce, that you're mother has drawn up'' Lucius shot at Draco in a moment of clear anger. Without looking up he continued, ''What is this nonsense you talk of, regarding the Granger girl?'' It was then he realised that his heir had left him alone to ponder in his miserable thoughts.
