The Kidnapping of Lucius Malfoy


Cornered off in one of the smaller, more minimalist rooms he preferred to use on company he didn't want, but had to have, Abraxas stared despondently out the large picture window. He didn't like this, he didn't want to sit here and be questioned, while his son was who-knows-where alone with enemies.

Just as Abraxas began to watch a pair of peacocks begin to titter at one another and recall a moment from long ago when Lucius had been chased by the brazen creatures, he was jarred from his thoughts by a sharp and far too loud question.

"So, do you have any enemies?"

Turning his head, Abraxas raised an eyebrow at the idiotic Auror who'd come to interview him.

The Auror - a young woman, probably no more then twenty-five - flushed at his displeased expression and muttered, "Right." Taking a breath, she began again very seriously, "Do you have some names of ones who'd go so far as to kidnap your son?"

"It's not something I've ever thought too deeply on," he admitted begrudgingly, "But, I guess there are several. Sanjay Patil swore he'd shame me as I shamed his family and sister after I, ah, had a brief romance with his sister before marrying Missus Malfoy. Randolph Prewett said 'I'd get mine one day' after I caused him to be passed over for a promotion at the Ministry, then there was the time as a schoolboy I pushed a muggleborn, Alex Peterson, into the lake and he declared he'd get me back, though, I'm not sure if he'd be involved in this. I quite distinctly recall him spelling my hair bright red in our fourth year..."

Looking back to the young woman's face, Abraxas frowned. "Is this really necessary? There are at least another fifteen I could name and - what are you doing?"

The young lady had looked down and was now scribbling away in her notepad. Lifting her face to meet his once more, she pushed the journal at him. "Just write them all down in a list of most likely to least likely for me, then. It'll go quite a bit quicker that way, wouldn't you agree?"

Abraxas did. Taking it, he wrote them down and gave it back to her. "I expect to hear from you by this evening," he told her.

"Of course, sir," the Auror agreed as she stood back up. "If my partners and I split this between us, I think we should be done by then. Well, we will be if none of them prove themselves to be suspicious enough for further investigation." Tucking the notepad away in a pocket on her belt, she remarked, "And if that happens, I'll ensure that someone notifies you straight away."

Nodding, Abraxas thanked her. "Yes, that will do very well. Thank you." After he finished with the rest of the pleasantries that came with saying goodbye, he saw her off to the floo in the other room.

Before she left, the young woman paused. "Sir, we'll get him back, okay? Just trust us," she told him, her aquiline features softening with sincerity.

Abraxas wanted to spit on her, on her pity. "I expect you to do your best," he replied instead with a hint of distrust lacing his words.

He didn't believe her. Abraxas didn't - couldn't - believe this inexperienced Auror and her likely just as dull counterparts would find his son, but he would trust them to rule out the impossibilities. Once he had that done for him, it was only a matter of finding those who most likely kidnapped his son and either torturing the answer out of them or using a bit of the veritaserum he kept among his stores of potions.

He liked to be prepared and it was easy enough for him to make the potion when he owned an apothecary line.

Seemingly unhappy with his attitude, the Auror imparted, "You know, if you don't believe me, the fellows are at the spot where your son was taken. If you like, I'm sure they'd allow you to watch them work for a time. I feel you'd see then we are going to do just as I've sworn we will."

Nodding, he said, "I think I will take you up on that suggestion."

Abraxas wanted to see for himself where his son had been taken from.

"I'll send them a quick owl when I get back to the office," the woman told him before finally taking her leave.

Falling back into a chair placed near the hearth after her departure, Abraxas rubbed his forehead and wondered if a pain reliever would be a good idea to get rid of the ache behind his temple.

-v-v-v-v-v-

Gaze wandering the alley way that Narcissa Black claimed her son was dragged into before he disappeared, Abraxas frowned. It was a dirty little place, trash and rotting crates the only sign anything living had used the area in the last several months. Abruptly, a man's gruff voice broke the quiet of the dark area.

"I'm picking up a magical signature, but it's quite faint," he said.

Glowering at the Auror, who he was certain was the one that worked for Tom, Abraxas muttered, "As should be expected, wouldn't you say? Miss Black did say my son was dragged here before he disappeared completely. Other than apparition and portkey, I don't know how else he would have travelled with my son. Broom would not have been feasible for obvious reasons."

The Auror, who had told him about the magical signature, gave him a mulish look that spoke volumes as to how he felt about Abraxas's addition to his investigating. Glaring right back, Abraxas strode forward and growled, "Get back to work! I know you're getting a nice stipend on the side for giving Mister Riddle what he wants from your office!"

After a sharp frown and glance to his partner who was busily taking photos, the Auror did. Though, Abraxas was made to roll his eyes as the Auror did so. He was deliberately taking his time on his tasks just to irk him. It made him want to yell and scream and rage at him, after all, maybe Abraxas was being an arse, but it was his son's life at risk. A boy's life.

It was cruel of the Auror to be behaving as he was, but the man was sure if he said anything, the other would further bungle things - if only to get back at Abraxas.

Exhaling sharply through his teeth, Abraxas took a sweeping look around the alley way one last time before turning to face the bustling street passing it by. He wondered if the squib had been planted, he wondered if the Burke and Mulciber lads hadn't been paid to hassle the disgusting piece of filth. He wondered if it'd been his son at all who'd called out to Miss Black.

There were so many questions in need of answering and he was far too overwhelmed to even know where to start. Nor did he know what to believe.

Looking back over his shoulder, Abraxas sneered. He wasn't expecting much out of these men. The one, maybe even both, may work for Tom, but that wasn't proof of intelligence per-say. Some were paid handsomely to give his business partner what he wanted, others worked for him because they believed as he did, a few did it for lust of adventure and to sate sadistic desires.

Abraxas was no idiot, he knew what Tom was doing in his off time. He was building a little army all his own and was already using the most eager and supportive of his soldiers to start waging his little war against wizarding society. He couldn't say he agreed with the method, razing mudblood homes, killing muggles and attacking propionates for Squib, mudblood and creature rights; but Abraxas preferred it to the alternative.

Lips twisting cruelly, he muttered, "Damn mudbloods and their bloody ideas."

He knew who was to blame for putting ideas in squibs heads, he knew who was to blame for Leach's instatement in office, for Grindelwald's failure. It was the idiots who thought there were things to learn from the muggles. It was ridiculous! Those apes had nothing on their world and the fact some near suicidal mudbloods were trying to integrate theirs with the muggles was mad, it would never work - it shouldn't even be attempted.

It was really not so long ago that they were hung and burned and drowned for their magic. If the muggles in any large scale were given the indication that witches and wizards were alive and well in a world beside theres, what would they do? They'd attempt to kill them all, just as they had all those years ago.

Out of jealousy or fear, who knew? Though, Abraxas felt it'd be a mix of both.

The fact that Tom was trying to save them from that was admirable. Even if Abraxas didn't like the methods, he could approve of his attempt to preserve their home, its people and their way of life.

It was more than some people were doing. But, Abraxas didn't have time to brood on any of that. His son was missing - taken.

Rubbing his face with the heel of his hand, he staggered off to join the lively streets of Diagon Alley. It was too cheery for him, but there were already signs up letting people know of his son's kidnapping. Mothers were keeping their children close and young friends did not let each other wander out of one another's sight.

It felt heartening and futile at the same time. Abraxas was almost certain his son's abduction hadn't been random. After all, what idiot would take the Malfoy heir? Only one who was hoping to gain something from it.

After walking around for a short while, he decided his brooding would be better accomplished at home, rather than on the far too upbeat street.

Disapparating where he stood, it was moments later he landed just outside the Malfoy Manor's anti-apparition wards. Walking onto his family's land and toward his home, he spied an owl coming toward his home from overhead.

Curious and hopeful, Abraxas picked up speed.

Coming into his home, he wasted no time in going to his study where he saw the owl waiting for him. Eying the creature, Abraxas frowned, it held a single envelope in its black beak. Stalking forward, he held out his hand to the bird and accepted it greedily as it was dropped into his waiting hand.

Ripping the letter open, he read the content over several times.

If you wish to see your son alive, confess to your part in Leach's stepping down to the reporter Ashton Fenetre of the Daily Prophet. You have the rest of the week.

Balling the paper up Abraxas threw it across the room with a loud curse. It was ridiculous! If they wanted to out him as a villain, why did they not do it themselves? They were cowards!

His child did not need to be dragged into his messes. Lucius was yet a boy, he did not know of all that Abraxas did and to kill his innocent son for his actions seemed not nearly as righteous as these people must feel they were. Heaving angrily, Abraxas put together a plan for himself. If he could not figure out where his son was, or who had taken him in the next few days, he would go see this reporter, he would confess. However, he would only do it then. Before that, Abraxas was going to try his damnedest to keep his indiscretions private while searching for where his son had been taken to.

And if in the process one of their kind ended up dead, Abraxas would feel it was more than justified.


I wanted to get this out sooner, and I even made sure to finish up Sorores last month to make sure I could. But, then, the Battleship Events began and that's what I've been writing instead of working on this since the start of the month. However, as you can see, I've finished this up this weekend and so, I hope you all enjoyed the chapter!

Thanks for the reviews, Alyssialui, QueenRayne, ChatterChick and Lamia of the Dark; I appreciate it :)

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