Authors Note: Apologies for the update silence everyone. There have been various reasons, none of which I would really like to discuss. I hope that I will be able to give you more updates on this story and on other's soon enough. There's lyrics from one song in here, and a quote from a film too. Feel free to guess where the qoutes from ^ ^ We have Lucius' POV here, and the next up is Severus, who has some important news that he needs to tell Hermione. Ooooooooooooooooooo. Hope you enjoy- Bee x

The Malfoy Library had always been one of Lucius' favourite places in the entire Manor. In times of emotional distress, when that cold façade was beginning to crack, he would retreat into the realm of books, increasing his worldly knowledge and soothing his pains. In recent times the Library had become increasingly more important to Lucius, and yet it was denied him. The Dark Lord spent a rather large amount of time running his scaly snake like hands over the ancient tomes. It sickened Lucius to the stomach to think of his precious books receiving such treatment from a barbarian as this.

Lucius sighed heavily as he watched the Dark Lord finally leave the Library. He walked like a man who had a purpose, which was veiled to Lucius. So long as this purpose did not include Lucius then he could not care less, so long as he was safe. He gratefully entered the Library and locked shut the grand oak doors behind him. The shelves towered far above his small, insignificant form, reaching tall to the ceiling like trees of knowledge.

He sagged against the door in relief, leaning his head back. If his ancestors could see what he had been reduced to, they would probably combust. He kept face in front of most of them, except for his Aunt Christina. She had always seemed to understand, even before he said a word. She could see into his soul, so there had never been any point in keeping up the charade in front of her.

Christina. Lucius screwed his eyes shut tightly, wishing in vain that the world would leave and all thoughts of it would flee like terrors of the night upon waking. Except these were not terrors of the night, these were real and it was a harsh reality that he had to face. Lucius had made mistakes in his life, and he acknowledged that. He had always been aware that a price would have to be paid for such mistakes, but never had he thought it would be so high, and never had he thought he would fall so low.

Lucius did not even think of exactly where he was going as he pushed himself away from the door and started walking between the shelves. His eyes scanned the titles, seeing them but at the same time not seeing them. His mind was consumed with thoughts of thoughts, what he now knew. He would try and change things if he could go back and do so, but that was not a possibility, and it was foolish for him to think otherwise. All the time turners had been destroyed in the ministry fiasco that Lucius felt had been the beginning of his descent into his own personal hell. Even if they had not been, and it had been within his now restricted and limited means to acquire one, the implications of his going back and changing certain things would be far-reaching and possibly catastrophic. Going back into the past and making a few different decisions could perhaps result in his death. This effectively meant that there was nothing Lucius could do other than hope that others would find the courage and resources they needed to destroy the heathen who inhabited his home and was slowly killing him.

Lucius stopped when one of the titles caught his eye. It was achingly new, and it was almost as though it had been placed there specifically for him to see. A small frown appeared on his otherwise aristocratic face that usually retained all the expression of a Noh mask as he reached for the book. He gently slid it from its companions on the shelf, and ran his fingers along the cover. It was a muggle book. Where Lucius of the past would have been disgusted and immediately incendio'd the offending piece of literature, the Lucius of now was curious. He opened the book at a random page and was drawn to the words on it immediately.

"Brutal Planet" He read out the title, his brow furrowing a little as he read the words that accompanied it. It was interesting, whatever it was he was actually reading. As he continued to read, Lucius began to think that he was meant to read this. It had been written for him, at least some parts of it. Lucius paused in his reading to head towards his favourite seat by the window. He settled himself down then continued. When he was done, he looked to the top of the page and began to read the words out. As strange as it was, he was finding some comfort in doing so.

"We're spinning round on this ball of hate

There's no parole, there's no great escape"

Lucius agreed whole-heartedly with that one. He was a prisoner in his own home, and there was nothing he could do to change that really.

"We're sentenced here until the end of days

And then my brother there's a price to pay"

Lucius was struck straight away with how much those two lines sounded like Severus. It was something that Lucius could hear him saying, more than likely because he had already said something to that effect before. The next section he could not really relate to, it sounded more like how a muggle would feel being hunted down by Death Eaters. He had once taken part in such activities, and he had enjoyed them immensely. Now though, after all that had happened, he would not want to join in if asked. There were more important matters to be dealt with in his life. Muggles could continue doing what they wished, so long as they weren't near him. Lucius continued to read down till he hit more lines that fitted his situation perfectly.

"We took advice from that deceiving snake

He said 'don't worry, it's a piece of cake'"

Lucius' expression darkened slightly as he dwelt a little on those words. How true they were. The Dark Lord had offered them all that they could have dreamt of back then, and he had delivered very little of it, if any at all. His follower's would probably all feel the same. They were more than likely loyal out of fear, or deserved to be incarcerated for the pleasure they derived from destroying muggles or muggle-borns in the cruellest ways possible. Lucius's thoughts immediately went to Avery. He was well known for that. Lucius had never found pleasure in doing that. The only exception was Bellatrix, they all knew why she was unwaveringly loyal, so deep was her love for the Dark Lord.

"And sent us swimming in a burning lake

Now we're abandoned here for heaven's sake"

Lucius was a little confused about that one, but from the limited understanding he had of muggle culture, he assumed that this was a reference to the snake bringing them down into hell. Lucius nodded his head a little. The deceiving snake of the Wizarding world had sent them swimming in their own version of a burning lake; he had brought them into a hell. It was at that moment that Lucius was struck by the sudden realisation that the Dark Lord was effectively bringing the Wizarding world into hell. Severus's words came floating back to him over the winds of time.

Some men just want to watch the world burn. He will destroy us all Lucius, so we have to destroy him first. Severus had been right, and Lucius was only now seeing it. He sighed heavily and shut the book. He did not want to read any more of it.

Lucius turned his head and looked out the window at the grand, sweeping grounds that belonged to him in name only now. Everything he had, had been torn from him. No longer. There was not much he could do, but he decided there and then at that moment that he was going to do all he could.

Before he had resolved to send Harry Potter to his aunt who would give him the information he needed to destroy the Dark Lord once and for all. Now, he resolved that he would do anything and everything he could to help all those on the side of the Light. This time he would do it for him. It would help other's in the process, but it was going to be done for him, and Lucius would not stop until he seen the usurper and tyrant that was the Dark Lord dead. If he died in the process then so be it. Better to die fighting for your freedom, than live a little longer and die a prisoner and slave.