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Jugson's sister
Lucius was dining alone. As always he was seated by the end of the main table, as the patriarch of the Malfoys. "Has Mrs. Malfoy eaten?" Lucius asked the house-elf, who was trying to stay invisible behind a vase next to the fireplace. Lucius didn't look up. "Mrs. Malfoy, master? Mrs. Malfoy, went out." Lucius ate another piece of meat, not looking at the elf. "Went out?" he asked in a stiff voice, more to himself than the elf.
The elf knew his master well, and began to hide further. "Really, did she?" Lucius said rhetorical, while breathing heavily. "... and, where did Mrs. Malfoy go?" Curse that the woman had a wand.
"Allan does not know, master." The elf banged its head into the side of the fireplace.
"Hmm." He ate the rest, put the serviette on the chair, he could from the corner of his eyes see the house-elf looking at him with its big blue eyes from behind the vase.
As it had appeared that Ginevra's residency in his house was of a more permanent nature, Lucius had allowed her to use the library. And made sure the house-elves did as she told, as long as she ate in her room. For his part, he slept with his wand under his pillow.
But he had actually not thought she would leave, where could she go? she had nothing left. Probably she would come back soon. However, he did not have long time to wonder before a familiar burning sensation appeared from his left forearm. Ginevra could wait, he gripped his robe and apperated immediately. No matter hold powerful you got, it was not wise to keep the dark Lord waiting.
To his great surprise the gathering place was again the Avery family mansion. But in the two weeks since the victory party the place was completely transformed. Instead of beautiful dancing couples, the grand hall was now stinking of death. It was dark, the only source of light was a hand-full of floating candles, which formed a circle in the middle of the hall. The army of robed death eaters were standing as dark silent figures. In the middle of the hall was an elevated throne, where the dark Lord was sitting. A new giant snake was sleeping at his left side. It was a huge albino snake, Lucius did not recognize the species. "My Lord." Lucius said kneeing in front of the throne. "Lucius." The dark Lord said with disdain. From the corner of his eye Lucius could see that the big white snake had lifted its head and was staring right at him.
Lucius got up and placed himself next to the big snake. As with Nagini he never really trusted that kind of animal, even though he was completely convinced that the snake obeyed its master's bidding, or maybe that was why he didn't trusted it. The place fell completely silent again.
"So Jugson, how is your sister?" Lord Voldemort asked innocently.
"My Lord? I think she is fine." Jugson stammered lower down the hall. A Ravenclaw from Lucius' own schooldays, Jugson had been a death eater for as long as Lucius himself.
"From what I hear she is more than fine," Lord Voldemort mussed, "mating with muggles, I am appalled." Most of the death eaters were shouting and booing. With a sign from the dark Lord, silence followed again. "Hmm... Jugson, do you know what we call that kind of blood-line?" Jugson was shaking violently now, as though someone had hit him with the cruciatus curse.
"My Lord?"
"Maybe you should wash the dirty blood from the family tree?" This was again followed by laud cheering from the others. Jugson's sister, who was ten years his junior had stolen many hearts. Jugson stood there as a statue, hesitating. The dark Lord leaned forward looking directly at Jugson, clearing his throat. "What are you waiting for?" Everyone looked impatiently at the wizard.
A moment Jugson was quiet then he apperated away, followed by a load roar again and the hollow laugh from Lord Voldemort. Jugson did not return, but Lucius would guess that he had done what was to be done to the sister. Lucius scudded by the notion. But as a pureblood Jugson was allowed to take care of his own family in private. If only Lucius had had that chance. But Draco's crimes had been more severe than the crimes of Jugson's sister.
"Next matter, Lucius." Lord Voldemort said, turning his white head towards Lucius. Lucius tried to hide his emotions. "My Lord?"
"I hear that France is ours and that you and our loyal supporters over the canal are to be congratulated?" There was something dangerous in his voice but it was impossible for Lucius to point out what it meant. He would soon enough figure it out.
"You have made some strange dispositions lately? Hm?" Lucius just bowed. "My Lord, I am your faithful servant." "Lucius, Lucius..."
The white snake was hissing next to its master. "Crucio." the dark Lord shouted, sending a shock wave of pain through Lucius.
"And blood-traitors none the less, I am shocked." Again he sent a curse towards Lucius. The pain lasted a bit longer this time. Lucius grunted and pulled himself to his feet again. "You can be happy that I need you, for now." Lucius bowed, not saying a word. The room was completely silent, all looking nervously on their master.
