The bold in this chapter represents the pensieve memories.
I'm slowing down the pace of the story as I can see I'm moving to fast per chapter.
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Why are we here? Draco wanted to scream for the umpteenth time since arriving at this down trodden, gloomy, rat infested hovel. This is the orders headquarters, no wonder the Dark Lord believes himself to be Superior the blonde Slytherin sneered.
The room Draco was given was that of his late cousins Regulus. Decorated in faded green and silver with the house of Slytherin elbem proudly displayed on the wall. Tastefully done in Draco's opinion well except for the insufferable dust covering every inch of the rooms surface.
Picking up the gold framed photo of Regulus and Severus, both wizards in their third year, both of them scowling at the camera. Both wizards with a mischievous gleam in their eyes. What happened to you Regulus? He silently asked.
Thinking back, his mother once mentioned that the youngest Black boy went AWOL at the age of Eighteen. Came a death eater straight out of Hogwarts with his godfather. Rumours were heard that the young pureblood of house Black betrayed the Dark Lord.
Placing the frame back in its rightful place amongst the cluttered desk. Draco drew himself to his full height, squaring his shoulders and headed for the dreadful meeting waiting to start in the danky, dreary kitchen.
Spying the blonde head tucked inbetween a bedraggled Lupin and his bubblegum haired Metamorphmagus cousin Tonks, Draco stealthy made this way though the crowded kitchen to stand with his back against the wall, wand in hand in case of any threaten towards his mother.
"Thank you for coming at very short notice". Minerva cleared her throat, the attention of the order members gained, she continued "Here on out Myself and Kingsley will be taking over as Head of the Phoenix. Albus is unable to.. Provide the stable mentality that is needed".
Shouts of anger and Molly Weasley spluttering her outrageous defence of her beloved Master.
Draco snickered at the thought. Bellatrix and her beloved Master, Molly Weasley and her beloved Master. Both insane bitches. Unfortunately his laughter caught the groups glare.
"Why the fuck is the ferret here plaguing our headquarters?" Ronald Weasley screeched, his infectious spittle hitting those in unfortunate close range. "Death eater scum" Weasleys crooked taped wand pointing in Draco's direction.
Narcissa shoved herself from the table, chair screeching in protest on the filthy floor "How dare you speak about my son like that! He's twice the wizard you could ever hoped to be. My son was forced against his will to that that infernal mark. Now kindly drop your pathetic wand before you accidentally hurt someone" Sneering maliciously at the piss poor excuse of a pureblood. Elegantly retaking her seat.
The table jumped, silence once again holding the room hostage.
"None of that Mr Weasley. You can hardly stand there, condemning young Draco, you aren't innocent either. None of us are. You all abandoned Hermione and now she is lying in a coma and No you won't get near the girl. Severus has only given Myself and a select few the permission to see her" Minerva trailed off at the shamed faces of her colleagues and friends. Not wanting to fuel the fire by mentioning the two Malfoys present as the select few.
"Filthy Harlots and Mudblood scum plaguing my house" The nasty shrieks of Walburga Black portrait emitting though the grimy halls of Grimmauld place, shattering the peace.
"Shut your filthy mouth, you dead bitch" Came the calm dark tones of Severus Snape.
The kitchen door swung open slamming the wall with force. Severus black orbs swept the room, staggering to the empty chair vacant at Minervas side.
"Fucking halfblooded reptilian bastard. When you all finished gawping, I have news about the almighty riddle" Shooting pains radiating up his left arm, piercing his chest.
"Lucius is in the library" Severus would of laughed at the orders perfect copy of headless chickens. Only his pain holding his hysterical laughter in check.
Chairs scraping on the lino, footsteps smacking against the tiles as many members raced off to lynch the blonde death eater.
"Death eater scum. Get on your feet" Lucius gazed up into the fake spinning eye of the crazy old bastard Madeye Moody.
"Why would I do that? I have no wand, I'm no threat to you and I'm quite comfortable sitting here but thank you for the choice" Lucius laughed at the reddening Auror.
Smirking at his brother who flounced past Madeye onto the couch. "Why Severus, here I thought I would be welcomed with loving, open arms" He sarcastically spat out at the dark haired man.
"Show them" Was all Lucius got in return.
"Pensieve anyone?" Knowing full well none of these piss poor humans had the money for one.
"I can retrieve the one located in the Headmasters office or failing that Severus has one" Minerva spoke up behind the gathered onlookers.
"Pippy" snapping her fingers, Minerva's personally elf popped in.
"Pippy, serves Mistress. What can Pippy do for you Mistress?" The small creature dressed in a pink tea towel with the McGonagall Elbem stitched in. Bouncing on the balls of her feet, her large ears flapping with excitement, waiting for her Mistress's orders.
"Go to Severus study and retrieve his pensieve" Lucius barked his order at the simpering fool.
Minerva nodded kindly at Pippy as she popped out of existence. Scowling at Lucius "No need to be rude Lad. Pippy deserves better than your foul temper".
POP. "Pippy got Sevvy bowl as Mistress wants" holding out the stone bowl to Minerva, bowing so low her head touched the carpeted floor.
"Thank you Pippy, you may return home" placing the pensieve onto the coffee table, Minerva gestured to Lucius to continue.
"Well I would but no wand" waving his arms to indicate his wandless person. The mirth dancing in his deadly grey orbs.
"Think of the memories you need us to see and I will extract them" The older witch gently informed him.
Nodding Lucius shut his eyes, closing off the world. Focusing on his last few hell hole days, wincing at the empty feeling of his memories being taken.
Waving to the witch to view them without him, Lucius slouched in his chair. Itching for his stolen wand.
Opening his eyes, he watched as Minerva, Shacklebolt, Weasley senior and Madeye delved into the pensieve.
The Dark Lord sat patiently on his throne of victims in the dimly lit room, his followers knelt on the chilling granite ground. None of interest to him except one.
"Rissse. Luciussss" The Dark Lord hissed his command. His beloved Nagini slithering at his feet, her red eyes watching Malfoy Seniors movements.
"Where isss the mudblood? Your wife? My..your wassste of ssspace ssson?" Hissing angrily, his red slits narrowing at his coward follower. I should just kill the lot of them, no one needs the Malfoys and Blacks about Tom humourlessly thought. His nails digging into his thrones bone arms.
Swallowing thickly Lucius reigned in his glare. Safe from you, you miserable snake. "They have betrayed you my Lord and the mudblood is dead" a lie is best told when an ounce of truth is thrown in the mix. Biting his tongue at the slur of the brilliant young witch, regardless of her blood.
"Pity. A dead mudblood isss no ussse to me. You ssshall pay Malfoy for your familiesss betrayal" his Lord and Master stood, his wand slashing at him. No need to hear the words, the agonizing torture made him fully aware that the Cruciatus was wracking havoc in his system.
"Greyback go find them. You find them their yoursss. Make sure you keep them alive I want this sssory excussse to watch while you play with them" toeing the crippled wizard onto his back.
Now this is how Bellatrix felt, how the roles versed. Lucius couldn't contain his laughter and by the looks of the reptilian Master he did not approve. By Salazar I will kill the bastard if he harms my family.
The four spectators watched as the memory changed.
Sensing the wards of his brothers arrival, Lucius clutching his glass of whiskey crept as silently as a drunk could. Stumbling his way though the many halls of his manor, he swayed outside the drawing room to make his extravagant entrance.
"Dissspleasssure isss all I ssseem to get from you Ssseveruss. You ssshall sssing for your death when I'm finissshed with you" Lucius heard enough.
Throwing himself into the doors, swaying into the room. Glaring spitefully at the bastard that won't stay dead, Lucius staggered his way up to his kneeling brother, placing himself in front.
"Youuu aare a fucker. You sstand in my homee fouling up my pureblooded atmosphere. You filthy swi.. swine. Filthy halfblood. Bbet you fuck thatt beast at you feet".
Sloshing his drink over his robes, slashing his arm out at the snake. Drunkenly ignoring the dangerous glint in Riddles red slits and Severuss yanking on his robes.
"Your no longer ww..welcome here. I have rather have hundreds of mud..mudbloods here than you. You dirty snake loving bas..bastard. Touch my w..wife or sson and I will kill you". Slurring his words at his Master and by that twisted contorted face, his soon to be killer.
Before Riddle had the chance to retaliate, Severus grabbed his intoxicated blonde friend, pushing the man into Rowle. Throwing "Reducto" "Bomborda" "Crucio" at Riddle. The screams told the wizard at least one curse hit its mark, the three men made a hasty exit.
Minerva was the first to withdraw. Her face said it all. "I.. If I didn't see for myself, I would never of believed you stupid enough to drunkenly challenge Tom Riddle. I swear on merlin Lad, you and your family are welcome here. Safe here. You have Severus and Thorfinn Rowle to thank Lad for saving your sorry ass". Slumping down into the chair opposite Lucius.
The three wizards who viewed the memories nodded their heads, agreeing to the witches statement.
"No longer have a spy in his ranks. Would will we do now?" Asking the most obvious question but Lucius didn't care. He already knew Severus stopped being loyal when mudblood Evans got killed.
"No need ta worry. We have more than one spy in Riddles ranks my Lad" Minerva replied shocking those present.
"Rowle was one of them, the Lad never had it in him to be a blood thirsty killer. Did the deed for his sister but she an her family has our protection now. Without Severus and Rowle we still have two more spys and no I won't mention names. Safer for them to remain anonymous" Minerva finished up.
"Now that's sorted. A room is required for the peacock" Severus muffled drawl came from his position on the overstuffed couch. "Or better yet a pen in the yard".
Bark of laughter came from Sirius and Remus, while Shacklebolt snickered behind his hand.
"As hilarious as my torment is, I wish to see my wife and son in private" trying but failing to catch his wife's cold stare.
Minerva slowly stood, cat like grace as usual, gathered her troup and frogmarched them out the library, except Severus as he still remained comatose on the couch.
"Shall we talk Narcissa? About our marriage, the boys old enough to hear" His tone cold and bitter. Each word dripping in anger.
The blonde witch gracefully made her way to the empty heath, turning her blue orbs onto her glaring husband "I love you Lucius, your the father of our son. My best friend. Our marriage was arranged but I tried to love you as you deserved but I couldnt. I can't be in love with a man who could bow down to a maniac and claim violence and rape of innocence's acceptable, enjoyable even. My childhood was filled with darkness but this, this is a whole new level of evil, Its suffocating me". Narcissa saw the shame and grief briefly flicker in those grey orbs before dying out.
Draco stood bolted to the floor, unable to meet either of his parents gaze. He knew deep down that his mother was afraid and appalled by his father but her saying it out loud really hurt him. If she was disgusted at his father then what did that make him?. Unable to stay to find out Draco forced his feet to move, grabbing the handle of the library door he wrenched it open, without looking back, the young wizard fled.
Seeing his son in untold amount of pain, Lucius new he left his family down. He deserved his wife's anger but her declarations of only loving him as a friend, that stabbed him hard. His father Abraxas once told him that the only thing in the world to achieve is power because love was a fools game but the old man was wrong. His chest felt too tight. Swallowing down his self pity, Lucius stood straight, turning to his wife.
"Your right Narcissa. I was a bastard. I didn't deserve your love then and I don't now. When the war is over, I will give you and our son the freedom you both deserve. I will find a way to break our marriage. Just so you know I have always loved you and always will".
