Chapter 14: Life is unfair: kill yourself or get over it!
Lucius Malfoy sat in his cell in Azkaban. It was hell. Dead-centre with Satan himself kicking your arse. And all because of this lousy muggle-lover. This Arthur Weasley. It was maddening. But he would be out again soon. Then he would hunt down Molly Prewett and Arthur Weasley. He would ravish her in front of Weasel. Ravish her brutally until she begged for more. He would break her and then leave her to Weasel. Lucius would savour every scream and whimper from that Prewett girl. He would bathe in the desperate attempts of Arthur trying to save her. It would be wonderful. Nobody messed with him and got away unscathed. The Dementors couldn't take that thought away from him. It was not particularly happy but it kept him going. But he also had to relive his worst memories. One in particular.
His sister Lucinda had come to Hogwarts two years after he had gone there. She was a Slytherin like him. Of course, generations of Malfoy had been in Slytherin House. The Sorting Hat didn't even bother to check their characters. Lucinda was a beautiful young girl. Her hair was as blonde as his, her figure was slender and later became curvaceous. Many good Slytherin boys had whistled after her. But she didn't seem interested at all. No it had been worse. She had begun to show an interest in Gryffindor. Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall were her favourite teachers and she had a certain aptitude for Transfiguration. It was sickening. Where was her pride to be a Malfoy and a Slytherin? He had tried everything to get her back on the right track. But she wouldn't listen to him. It had gotten worse. She had fallen for a Gryffindor. A Weasel to be exact. The only Weasel in school being Arthur. Such betrayal! Arthur however had never shown any interest in her. He was besotted with his Molly Prewett. A plump girl also from Gryffindor. Last year at Christmas Lucinda had not come to their common room. Lucius had searched the howl castle but without any success. Lucinda couldn't be found anywhere. In August they had finally got a message from her. Lucinda was in a home for underage mothers. A muggle place. How revolting! She was having a baby. His mother had bent down and held her little girl. One of the nurses had told them that Lucinda was having trouble with the delivery. The child hadn't turned. Several hours later she was dead and his mother held a little red-haired girl in her arms.
The Dementors let him relive every pain-filled, anguished scream of his sister. Let him hear his mother's voice break while she told them of Lucinda's death. Let him relive his mother's break-down. Her words played over and over in his mind.
"Her last words were 'Weasley ... father'!"
He would make sure Arthur paid for his ravishing and impregnating his sister. And if it was the last thing he did.
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A few days later his mother visited him. She was thin and pale. Her daughter's death had nearly destroyed her and a woman her age shouldn't take care of an infant. He wanted to comfort him. But before he could open his mouth to speak she began to talk:
"What were you thinking? Attacking a young girl and raping her! How could you?"
There were tears in her eyes and suddenly it occurred to Lucius that he was the reason for her paleness and the dark circles under her piercing green eyes.
"She's that Weasel's girl!", he spat out.
"That is no excuse, Lucius! She is an innocent young girl like your sister was. She didn't deserve that! Do you have any idea what it means to a woman when she's raped?"
"I wanted to teach that Weasel a lesson!"
"Then you should have challenged him to a duel! Rape is disgusting and cowardly!"
"Well, aren't that the typical Slytherin treats?"
"You are not my son! Rape is worse than death! You deserve your imprisonment!"
"Get out! I don't want to see you anymore! I did this for Lucinda!"
"That doesn't bring her back!"
His mother yelled the last words. Then she turned on her heels and run out. But he had seen the tears in her eyes. Had he really done such a bad thing?
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Sometime later his cousin Morgana came. She was a very striking woman. Her husband was a death-eater and had introduced him to the Dark Lord. He was his mentor since Lucius had become a death-eater himself.
"Don't speak and do what I say!", demanded Morgana, "Now hold out your hands. Talgiato!"
His shackles were cut off his wrists. Morgana raised her wand again.
"Bombarda maxima!", she cried out and the barred door was blasted off its hinges.
"The Dark Lord wants you in his ranks. But since you're in Azkaban, you're not a good death-eater. So he decided that should be remedied. Now your first order is to destroy the muggle-lovers and blood-traitors named Weasley. Hurry and get out of here. You'll be a full member once it is done."
Malfoy grinned at her. He was free and would get his revenge.
A./N.: Haha, I'm sprouting horns! I'm mean, I know! *evil laugh* Please tell me what you think. Oh and by the way: Arthur's NOT the father. But wait and see for yourselves! :)