Chapter 2: Rude Awakening

Abraxus looked over the students he was to teach and the man had to school his face into an impassive mask. So young to be going through warfare. These children should've had normal lives, each and everyone of them. Although he was a nobleman and a Malfoy, Abraxus was level headed. He didn't share the same prespectives as his ancestors or his progeny. It made him sick to his stomach and enraged when he learned of his family's participation in serving someone so vile. He remembered his parents saying it was an "honor" to serve someone with such ideals. They themselves had served Voldemort's predecessor. When Abraxus discovered that, he made himself scarce until he got his Lordship, and for a while there had been a quiet period. Until Voldemort's campaign. He remembered when Lucius came home, sputtering the others wizard's ideals and bearing his Mark. Abraxus never felt so much rage, but chalked it up to just Lucius just "having a phase." The last straw for the man was when Lucius was telling Draco about the man and romantized his workings. Abraxus closed his eyes for a moment and remembered...

"So my little Dragon," Abraxus heard his son tell his grandson with a purr. "The Dark Lord has many wonderful ideas, ideas to make this world a better place for us pure bloods. I have prayed every day for such a day. Soon, we will have the war in our favor..."

"Lucius Gabriel Malfoy," Abraxus growled, slamming his book shut. "I've heard enough! How dare you tell Draconis such nonsense?" Lucius looked at his father with cold difiance and disgust. Even though Lucius favored his father in looks, the boy's inner workings and thought process was that of his mother. God he hated that woman...He, like others before him, was in an arranged marriage because his preference was considered to be taboo and he was caught by his father while he was in the arms of his lover. He hated every moment in that cursed arrangement. The only good that came from it, was Lucius. Lucius was a happy child, had a good childhood, but somewhere along the way, the boy turned to something he didn't recognize. Abraxus blamed himself, always went away on business. I should've never left him with his mother and the Blacks...well I can't change that. The more Abraxus observed the sadder and angrier he became. When Draco turned five, Abraxus devised a plan. He wanted to take Draco with him but the boy's mother refused to part with him. He erected a golem of himself and made it succumb to the Dragon Pox while he moved and stayed in Romania. Lucius was none the wiser, believing his father dead and gone. Boy is he going to be surprised...

"Professor Malfoy," he heard the Headmistress call, rousing him. "Are you ill?"

"No Headmistress," Abraxus said as he shook his mind clear. "I was deep in thought."

"I can see that," Headmistress McGonagall said with a smirk. "You're about to turn the tides aren't you?"

"Yes I am." The aristocrat said with a smirk that would make Slytherin proud. "I took all the necessary precautions and steps. I know my son will be in for a rude awakening..."

Meanwhile at Malfoy Manor...

"Zippy!" Lucius called as he thundered down the stairs. He was royally pissed off, he woke up and noticed there was no breakfast waiting for him, his room was in disarray, his clothes not set, bath not drawn...in short, it was a house elf strike! And the man demanded an explanation. After the fifth call, the house elf appeared.

"Zippy busy, what you want?" Lucius did a double take at the elf's mannerism. He dared to treat his master like dirt. Oh this elf's going to pay!

"I demand an explanation!" Lucius roared. "I am the Master of this house and my needs are not met..."

"You no Master here," Zippy said. "You rude guest."

"How dare you!" Lucius growled making a move to destroy the creature when an owl flew in and his things packed into a huge trunk. He blinked in confusion then relieved the owl of the letter.

Dear Mr. Malfoy,

We write to inform you that as of today, you are hereby stripped of your Lordship and your holdings to the Malfoy estate and businesses, as well as the fortunes. We do not deal with those who support he who must not be named and murderers. You and your wife are ordered to leave Malfoy manner, for you are trespassing. You have one hour to comply or you will be arrested.

Have a nice day.

Cyrus D. Rozier
Chief Director of Inheritance and Holdings Department
Ministry of Magic

For the first time in his life, Lucius Malfoy was at a loss. He just lost everything...he was...poor...

"Noooooooooo!" He cried.

I know it's a little short, but more to come. You know what to do.