Disclaimer; ADULT THEMES AND SOME MILD ADULT LANGUAGE.

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Harry Potter and all related characters are the property of JK Rowling
This story alone, is my creation.

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Chapter 12: The Rise of Lord Lucius

It is always darkest,
before the dawn.

Ancient Proverb

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The group had been growing all evening as more and more had arrived at the large house in Burnham-on-Sea. Draco gave up trying to keep track after the first hour, he had been given the job of seeing to his father's guests with tea and coffee. Draco wasn't keen on being treat like a house elf but his father had made it clear ,that because he hadn't had the fore thought to employ a house elf, he would do they job. Alecto and Amycus Carrow had arrived a little after ten, shortly followed by Crabbe and Goyle with their sons, who were still glutens.

"Another muffin, Draco." Gregory said.

"Get it yourself." Draco had retorted. To which his Father had turned on him, that evil, blank look in his eyes.

"You will see to my guests, Draco, or I will have no hesitation in letting you take Mr Zabini's place." Lucius pointed his wand at Draco. "Now move."

Draco had moved fast. Pushing past Yaxley, he ran into the kitchen, he couldn't believe it, his father had actually pointed his wand at him and threatened him. Looking across to Theodore Nott's dead body, laid against the back door Draco wondered what was wrong with his father. Picking up another plate of muffins, Blaise had bought weeks ago, he carried it out to the two waiting boys who had once served him. This was not how he had dreamed his Fathers return would turn out. Passing between Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange, Draco handed the plate to Vincent Crabbe, Draco then turned to leave.

"Hey, where's my butterbeer?" Vincent held out a stumpy hand, feeling drunk on the power of being able to order Draco Malfoy around.

Draco was about to scream at him, to tell him to fuck off and ask the little fat kid, where the hell he expected Draco to get butterbeer from and then slam his face into the drinks cabinet but his Lucius beat him to it. Turning on Vincent, Lucius cold voice chilled the room.

"He may not be bright enough to employ a house elf, but he is not your servant, boy. If you wanted a butterbeer you should have had the whit and foresight to bring some your self."

Draco shuddered, Lucius move like a wraith, those rags flowing round his skeletal body as if it weren't there. His hands almost bones and the nails, so long and thin reminded Draco of the Wendigo, the mythical beast from Australia. All those books did have their uses. Lucius wasn't a man anymore, he was something else, something colder and more malicious. A creature so tormented that even pain would be something better. Moving off Draco glanced at the clock in the hallway, half past eleven. He would have to get Blaise his clothes and wand, Hermione would be here soon. Lucius had started speaking to the people in the room, they seemed transfixed, Draco wanted to move, he had to leave but the plans his Father had may be important.

"We have for too long, been cast down. Our ways are that of darkness, that of truth for there is only one truth and that is the truth of death. We are the true highers to this world for we are the ones who have fought so long for it. And we are the ones who will take it."

"With you leading us, Lucius?"

"Yes, Rudolphus, with me leading you. We will break down the doors of those who have hidden from us for so long and we shall shatter the chains of rule upon our rocks as the ocean shatters the bow of a ship. I will walk ahead and darken your way, we shall rise into the night like a shadow upon the land, casting death where ever I go." Turning he looked at each of them individually. "We shall take back that wish is our, we shall reclaim the throne that has been lost to us and we, we shall take our place as he heads of this shabby world and no muggle will ever call us outcasts or freaks." His voice rising to a shout. "We are pure of blood and we are the ones who will rule this world. I will lead you to salvation."

Draco had heard enough, the room had erupted in cheers and howls. The plate of muffins had fallen to the floor as the two fat little fools had risen to their feet to applaud this ideal of darkness, this legacy of death. Draco wanted to join them, he wanted to clap. Everything Lucius had said was everything he thought he had wanted but, now. Stood with prospect of this becoming a reality he had to ask himself; 'Was it worth it?' To gain the world he would lose his father, 'I have already lost my Father.' Draco slipped away quietly. Closing the door to the stairs he softly strode up them to the third floor and into Blaise's room.

The shouts and applause could still be heard, even up here, they were going mad, Lucius had infected them all with absolute madness. Draco had lived in this world, he had seen how they would fight for it and he had to find a way out. Pulling a shirt and trousers from the wardrobe Draco picked up the wand from the side table and left the room. It felt like a lifetime had passed since a woman had been in that room.

Shutting the door behind him Draco heard footfalls coming up the stairs. Moving back against the wall Draco waited to see who it was. The foot steps were getting closer up the stairs. Taking his wand from his waist band Draco stood and waited. The stubby fingers appeared round the corner, then a hand and arm. Finally the fat figure of Vincent Crabbe came round the corner and eyes Draco. He had had slipped away from the crowd to find out where his old master was.

"What you doing, Draco?"

"I'm sorting out some clothes, I can't go with Lucius dressed like this, can I?"

"Suppose not." Vincent eyed the clothes in Dracos arms. He may be stupid but something didn't add up. "When did you start calling your Father by his first name?"

'Fuck'. Pulling his wand out swiftly, he had a split second to do this, but what, he had never killed before, Granger would hate him if he started now. "Petrificus Totalus." The curse shot form the end of his wand. Vincent had gone for his in his robes but it was too late, the curse hit him in the shoulder and he fell to the floor as if he were a solid statue. The shouting was still going on downstairs, with any luck, no one had hear Vincent hit the floor. Turning toward the door to the fourth floor staircase Draco ran up it. His heart pounding, if anyone found Vincent he was in trouble, how could he get out of it? If he turned and ran down the stairs now he could claim that Crabbe had attacked him, he did have his wand out but that wouldn't explain why he was up here. It was too late now, Draco was stood at the door to his room, it was almost midnight, he could do nothing but make sure that his best mate was safe and try and be ready for whatever was to come.

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Running into the room Draco threw the trousers and shirt at Blaise.

"Get dressed."

"What the fucks going on Draco? Sounds like a hoard of fucking Centaurs down there." Blaise stood up.

Draco turned around as his friend padded across the room and looked at the clothes on the bed.

"It's Luc.. My Father and a load of death eaters. They plan to take over the world."

"You're shitting me? Mate, where's my wand?"

Draco pulled the wand form his waist band. "Sorry, its here." He turned to give it to Blaise but as he did so he saw that Blaise was still naked. The nausea that came with seeing his best friend naked was re-enforced by the fact Blaise was stiff as a flag pole. "Fuck sake, mate, you could have warned me."

"Sorry, not like I've had a chance to relieve him." Picking up the wand Blaise turned and tried to sought out a pair of sock from the bedside draw. "Thanks."

"What are you doing?" Draco couldn't believe it, he was shaking from the experience downstairs and now his mate was walking round his room naked, without a care.

"Looking for some socks." Pulling the first draw open he glanced down at a row of neat boxer shorts. "Maybe not this one."

"Mate, you're fucking naked and you're worried about socks?" Was he for real?

"I know, I know, I shouldn't have taken them off in the first place, they were my favourite pair you know." Glancing at the clock he noticed it was just coming onto midnight. "She'll be here soon."

"Who?" Draco had been looking out of the window at the seagulls that were still flying in circles just in front of the house. He wondered if he would ever feel the freedom they had. His body ached from the running around he had done that day, waiting, hand and foot, on that group of death eaters. Waiting with anticipation for Grangers arrival, why was he so anxious about her coming back? Why did his heart quicken when he thought of her, he could feel his trousers pulling against his manhood even now and he had only just thought about her coming... Granger coming, sat astride him with her soft bountiful breasts hanging down in his face as she gently rocked back and forth, her nails digging into his chest as she slammed her thighs round his body...

"Draco!" The shout was Rodolphus. "Draco, get down here you worthless creature."

"I have to go, mate. I'll be back as soon as I can." Draco walked toward the door.

"Draco, it's only a few seconds till midnight. Wait." Blaise had found a pair of socks and, even thought they were a little small, had pulled them on. He now stood waiting, he didn't want Draco to go downstairs, he knew that there a good chance that if Draco went, he would never see him again. "Come on, mate."

"Draco!" Rodolphus was almost screaming now.

"If he comes up here we'll be dead in seconds. I'll come back, just tell Herm... Granger to wait."

It wasn't the fact he was going downstairs that made Blaise raise an eyebrow and give his departing friend a very odd look. It was almost midnight and he'd been trapped in this room for three days, his wand taken from him, he wasn't about to risk salvation. Pulling his trousers onto the floor to get his legs in, he didn't see the green flames erupt in the fire place.

"Nice view."

He knew that voice, it was almost welcome.

"Granger." Blaise didn't think, he just turned. "Wasn't sure that you'd come."

"Well, if I'd have known this is what I'd be greeted with I wouldn't have." Her wand was held out toward him, she could see his wand next to him on the bed. She didn't want a fight but things had changed a little, she wasn't sure what had happened since she'd been away, but from what she'd heard from Harry, it was bad.

"You're complaining?" Blaise raised his eyebrow. "What's wrong, you never seen one this big?" He looked at her, he could see the want in her eyes.

"You know Blaise, you Slytherins never change, you're always snakes at heart." She tried to keep her eyes on him, the green catching her pupils making them seem more seductive.

"Bet you'd love a bit of this snake." Blaise took hold of himself and shook it toward Hermione.

"Mr Zabini!" The thick scotch accent filed the room. "Put some clothes on, young man."

"Professor McGonagall!" Blaise dropped to the floor behind the bed at the sight of his old transfiguration teacher. Pulling his clothes off the bed he tried to get dressed without standing up.

"Where's Mr Malfoy?" McGonagall scanned the room.

"They're both downstairs." Blaise was laid on the floor so he could zip up his trousers. Standing, he pulled on his shirt. "We have to wait here for him."

"Mr Zabini, we have no intention of waiting here."

The fireplace blazed to life with green flames once again.

"What the fuck is this, the annual wizard bedroom convention?" Blaise had quickly grabbed his wand and was now stood at the end of his bed as more students he recognised from his time at Hogwarts appeared from in fireplace. Dennis Creevey, Michael Corner, Neville Longbottom and finally Luna Lovegood. 'Great, loony's here.' The fire sparked again and this time it had only one occupant, for a second he thought he was seeing a ghost in the flames and then he recognised the man stepping from the flames.

"Aberforth" It was the owner of the Hogshead in Hogsmeade. "What are you doing here? We don't owe you anything."

"No, you don't, you're paid up till next month, I'm here because Harry asked me to come."

"Thank Merlin." For a second there Blaise thought there might be a problem with the six hundred Galleons a month, he had been sending for the firewhiskey. "Harry asked you?" He suddenly realised this seemed a little more than a simple rescue mission.

"Ooh, you can see the light in his head." Luna was starring at Blaise's shaved scalp. "When do we attack, Hermione?"

His eyes widened, had Loony just said that? "Granger, what's going on?"

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Author's Notes:

Right, firstly, this was not meant to end up this long, well actually this was not meant to be a stand alone chapter.. it was meant to be just a precursor couple of paragraphs before what happens in Chapter 13 but, me being me I let it run it's self and ended up with this. Now at least we can get straight to it... pardon the pun.

Well R&R and I might put the next chapter up quick to ease your anticipation... evil snigger