Lucius appeared in his front hall. Normally it was impossible for someone to apparate into the Malfoy house, but for a Malfoy, it wasn't. Lucius snuck quietly down the hallways in search for his father who would most likely be in his office at this time. He had to take a pause beside the door to his mother's personal sitting room. She was dressed in a black dress that made her look like a mourning angel with its flowing length and fabric. Her hair was down long, as it was only when she was by herself. Beside her was a record player, one that Lucius hadn't seen since his childhood, everyone had been into cassettes these days. The record spinning round was a symphony of some sort. His mother's head was leaned back and her eyes were closed in sleep. Lucius approached cautiously and lifted his mother's hand in his own, and then he kissed it gently.
"I'm freeing us both mother." He whispered softly. All through Lucius' childhood he couldn't help but notice how depressed his mother was. She was never really allowed out to see friends from long ago, and she was always meant to be a proper lady. The only time she seemed truly like herself was times like this, when she looked like some kind of queen lounging about on her furniture.
Lucius backed out of the room and continued down the hall. Thoughts rushed through his mind about killing his father. As a child, no one thinks they will grow up to kill their fathers, but sometimes things work out that way. It's a terrible thing to think about, killing a man that helped to give you life, but its more terrible if he was meaning to take it away from you. Lucius finally reached the large oak doors of his father's office. He reached for his wand and held it firmly pointed outwards, hidden under his cloak.
It was this moment that would make or break a life for him and his new family.
Narcissa was sitting quietly on the windowsill of an old abandoned house near the edge of France, right where Lucius had left her. She had been waiting like this for a week now. Draco lay soundlessly asleep in his makeshift cradle on the old bed by the window. It was hard keeping him taken care of, but Narcissa had made sure to keep him clean and well fed, and that meant keeping herself healthy. Just two years ago she would never have thought of herself as someone who would be on the run and stealing food from people. Two years ago she was still in Hogwarts learning new things and being a happy teenager.
"Daddy will be home soon." Narcissa said looking out the window. Draco had started to wine slightly; nobody likes to wake up in a dirty old room.
Rain began to sheet over the tiny village she was staying in. It was one of those December rains when the air wasn't cold enough for snow. Narcissa caught her reflection in the glass as the rain streaked across it. She looked tired and old, but she was only seventeen. She turned her head for a moment to see Draco trying to roll himself over. Narcissa gave a shadow of a smile and stood up from her seat. She leaned over the bed and picked up Draco gently in her arms he was so light and so warm. Narcissa rocked him back and forth gently as she sat back down at the window.
"Look at the rain, Draco." Narcissa whispered pressing her finger to the glass. Draco turned his wobbly head and stared wide eyed for a moment, and then he bravely stuck out his tiny hand and touched the cool glass. The feeling startled him at first but then he reached back and touched it again. He let out a breath of excitement for he hadn't learned to laugh yet. Narcissa smiled now and kissed Draco on the forehead.
Down on the rainy streets, a figure appeared out of nowhere. Narcissa looked down at it with hope in her heart. The cloaked figure looked around quickly and frantically before its shadowed face fell upon Narcissa's blurred one. Narcissa's breath caught in her throat as she watched the figure go quickly to the front door underneath her window. She prayed to god that it wasn't Abraxas, she closed her eyes tightly hoping that Lucius had come back to her. But that seemed way to far fetched to be true, he had promised to be back the next day, not the next week.
Narcissa turned her head slowly when she heard the heavy footsteps stop at her opened bedroom door. The tension was so thick you could bring a knife through it. Narcissa looked up into the shadowed face and brought Draco closer to her chest. He turned his head shakily and looked at the cloaked figure with bulging eyes. The figure stepped into the room and took of his hood.
"It's alright it's just me." Narcissa let out a large breath of relief. Lucius stood before her with his hair shaggy and his face unshaven. He crossed the room quickly and wrapped his arms around Narcissa and his son. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…" He kept repeating with tears in his eyes.
"Are you alright?" Narcissa managed. She too had tears running down her cheeks. Draco reached out his hands and felt the rough hair on his father's face.
"I'm ok." Lucius replied as he rubbed Draco's head.
"Well… what happened?" Narcissa couldn't hold it in any longer, she had to know what exactly went on and if their task had been successful. Lucius looked down at the ground for a moment.
"When I was standing outside my fathers office… I felt that I couldn't do it." Narcissa gasped but let Lucius continue. "I walked away from his office pathetically thinking how I had failed. I failed my mother, my wife and my son. But just as I had reached the stairs that lead down to the kitchen I had an epiphany. I ran down the stairs at once, I grabbed a few different things from the pantry and got to work quickly…
"The master wants his breakfast now." An old kitchen elf croaked to another. Lucius, who had been hiding behind a shelf of pots and pans reached his arm out and stuck a bowl of porridge looking substance onto the breakfast tray.
"Did we agree on porridge?" One of the elves asked. Lucius held his breath hoping house elves her as stupid as he had always thought them to be.
"I don't know, I can never remember what we agree on." The old elf replied with a shrug of his shoulders. Lucius let out his breath and watched as another elf entered the kitchen.
"Dobby is here to take the master's breakfast to him." This was a new house elf apparently, he was young and rather annoying, that and Lucius couldn't remember kicking him.
"Oh yeah, the new guy… alright, you can take this up to the master." The old elf said dryly as he went on doing the dishes. The newer house elf, Dobby, happily grabbed the tray. Lucius snuck up the stairs behind the elf as quietly as he could but it wasn't too hard to sneak with the elf humming so merrily. He followed Dobby all the way to his father's office and watched him take in the tray of food.
… The next day my father woke up with terrible dragon pox."
"Lucius! How did you learn how to make that potion?" Narcissa asked sounding very surprised.
"The restricted section of course." He replied. "Anyways, I had to hang around for a few days to make sure he didn't get better. The doctors that came over would give him medicine to take, but I would either switch it or take it. My father got worse and worse until, just this morning…"
"There must be something you can do." Mrs. Malfoy moaned as she blew her nose into a silk handkerchief. The latest doctor sat across from her in the sitting room shaking his head gravely.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Malfoy, but if your husband had of taken the medicine prescribed to him he would be healthy by now." He explained taking out his own handkerchief and dabbing the sweat from his brow. Lucius sat crouched in the hallway just outside of the door to the sitting room. He listened as his mother hiccoughed while she cried.
"But he DID take his medicine! We made sure of it!" Mrs. Malfoy protested loudly.
"I'm afraid he hasn't. He wouldn't be dying if he had taken it." The doctor assured her solemnly. At that moment one of the nurses that had been staying at the Malfoy home while Abraxas was sick came down the hallway quickly with her heels echoing loudly. Lucius ducked into a near by corner hoping that the nurse hadn't seen him. But the nurse was to frazzled to have noticed anything she entered the room biting her nails.
"Doctor, Mrs. Malfoy, I have terrible news…" Mrs. Malfoy sat up with fresh tears in her eyes she clutched her handkerchief tightly. "… Mr. Malfoy passed away this morning, just ten minutes ago exactly." Mrs. Malfoy wailed loudly and stuffed her face into her handkerchief. The nurse left the room quickly feeling completely uncomfortable and empathetic to the new widow.
"First my son and now my husband!" Mrs. Malfoy moaned through tears. "I'm all alone in this world." The doctor shook his head and stood up, he patted Mrs. Malfoy on the back and left the room to attend to the body.
Lucius came out of his hiding spot and looked in at his mother. He wanted desperately to go in and tell her that she wasn't completely alone, that she still had him and Narcissa and a darling grandchild. But he couldn't do that, not yet at least. Lucius had to be completely sure that Abraxas was dead. He left the doorway and walked down the hallway towards his father's room. Once he got there nurses were leaving the room with drooping faces. Lucius felt sick from seeing their faces, they wouldn't have looked that way if they had known his father. He waited for the room to become empty and then he slid in quietly.
Abraxas lay in the perfect white sheets silently. His face wrinkled around his eyes, on his forehead, and even around his mouth from making too many cruel smiles. Lucius felt his father had never really looked his age as he did now. His father had finally lost his terrible hold on Lucius, and he wouldn't let himself feel any guilt. But he couldn't stop himself from bending over the side of the bed and laying a light kiss on his father's pale forehead.
With that Lucius left the room and the house all together.
"So Abraxas is dead?" Narcissa looked shocked. Even though they had planned from the start to kill him, it was still such a surprise that a powerful man like him could be murdered just simply by catching the dragon pox.
"Yes." Lucius said simply. Narcissa sat like a fish with her mouth open wide. She really couldn't comprehend this.
"So what does this mean?" She asked.
"Well… he never changed the will so… we get everything."
"Everything?"
"Everything. Starting right now, we are no longer refuges! We are the Malfoys and we are the richest wizarding family in all of Britain!" He laughed whole-heartedly for the first time in months. "Did you hear me Narcissa?"
"How can you be so jovial?" Narcissa asked looking up at him with cold eyes. "You killed your own father, and you have no guilt."
"You shouldn't either! The man tried to kill us, Narcissa. You cannot possibly feel bad for him."
"The thought of you taking someone's life, without a second though, just scares me a little."
"Sometimes we have to be brave."
"Brave…" Narcissa wondered if it was really bravery. A nagging pain said it wasn't, but she tried to ignore it. "Lucius, what will you do, to support us I mean?" Lucius thought for a moment.
"Take my father's place in the ministry I suppose… I'll have to work out the hours though, what with being a death eater. It might cause some strain for family time." He replied thinking happily about how glorious his future would be now.
"You're still going to join? But Lucius, we have a son, we have a life now. What if you were to be killed?" Narcissa shook her head. "No, it isn't bravery! You are sadistic! That's why you want to join the death eaters so badly!"
"Sadistic?" Lucius stepped back with a look of hurt on his face. "Narcissa, you think I enjoyed killing my father?!"
"I can't be sure on that, but I do know you enjoy killing innocent people. You can't join Lucius! You just can't!"
"Narcissa, I have to. Mudbloods aren't innocent people. You know that. They need to be wiped out, I want to help the cause." He reached out and stroked Narcissa's hair. "You watch, this will turn out well for the family, I promise you."
A/N: I haven't updated in forever. I must remember to remember this lol.