So This is the second chapter of the three-part chapter epilogue. So basically I cut one big chapter in three, and this is the second part. Hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 2

The battle of Godric Hollow

Violence is something he's long used to. In his life, Lucius has come to experience, and be witness to things most wizards and witches had never, or would ever want to see. As a death eater and as a knowledgeable student of the dark arts he prided himself for being a man that looked at such sights unphased. Yet the sight before him was something that even he had not been prepared for, nor did he expect that anyone would be. If anyone asked him what he saw that night the only word he could have come up with to describe it would be that it was a warzone. More specifically, a warzone of such magnitude, that he was certain that the wizarding world had not seen such a thing since the final battle between Albus Dumbledore, and Gellert Grindelwald. And after saying that he would have told said person that this had not been a battle but a massacre between the light, and the dark.

Godric hollow, a usually peaceful neighbourhood was now filled with people trying to tear each other apart with magic. Bodies both dead, and unconscious littered the streets. The grand majority that were still conscious were stationed on either side of the Potter's house. Both sides, the dark and the light, were across each other, in the middle, a large house. The way both sides were stationed it made it seem like the house itself was the prize to be won. Despite the battle, the Potter's house remained untouched, as if no one dared hit it with a spell, even by accident. Flashes of various colours of spells, and curses, mainly red and green, lit up the night. Said spells were flying rapidly back and forth, seeming to have no coordination at all, just the purpose of hitting whatever was at the other end. Loud bangs of spells hitting barriers, and screams made his ears ring painfully, making it hard to concentrate. Given the chaos, he had half expected to see both sides running around uncoordinatedly, and without much reason but to kill what is considered the opponent. However, when his eyes landed on who was leading the small army of death eaters he understood.

In the middle of all the conflict there stood two men, two men that were seemingly untouched by what was happening around them. Those two men were none other than the Dark Lord himself and Albus Dumbledore. They were duelling each other, both of them displaying magic that no other wizard or witch would ever dream of achieving, or even imagine that such magic actually existed. To Lucius, it was both thrilling and horrifying to see how powerful the Dark lord really is. On the other hand, it was shocking to see the headmaster stand his ground against their Lord as if he were his equal.

As both powerhouses dulled, it was clear to see the differences in their duelling techniques. He, someone that knows a lot about the dark arts, was at a loss of what curses the Dark Lord was using, much less the spells the headmaster used. Despite that, it was interesting to see how their differences in personality came to life in the way they moved, the way they both glared at the other. Naturally, the Dark Lord was ruthless and merciless when he duelled, his movements fulled with uncontrollable hate for his opponent. Dumbledore, however, was much more level-headed and almost at peace when he duelled. It was especially unnerving to watch when the Dark Lord sent a particularly powerful curse at the headmaster, anger and hate clear in his face, only for Dumbledore to merely block the curse and continue duelling.

A loud screech, loud enough to be heard in the chaos, prompted him to turn and look another way. Standing close to their Lord, but far enough away to not be a hindrance was Bella. Unlike the other death eaters, Bella didn't bother with wearing a mask to hide her identity.

From where he stood it was difficult to make out much detail, but even from where he was he could see Bella's expression. Her teeth were bare, the edges of her lips quirked up into a wicked smile. In her hand, she held her wand, pointed directly at her opponent, James Potter. The light side's most skilled dueller, apart from its leader, of course, James Potter didn't seem at all worried that he was duelling who is considered to be the Dark Lord's most skilled follower. Potter had his back straight, his glare trained on his opponent, wand raised and pointed at her.

Far from danger, Lucius found himself watching them as they duelled. They were nowhere near as skilled as their respective leaders, but they were definitely on a different level than everyone else currently duelling in the street. He knew about the blasted Potter, but he never expected him to be this skilled. He was even putting Bella on the defensive, something he, though he would never admit to anyone, had ever been able to do.

Tearing his eyes away from Bella and Potter, he noticed a few other inner circle death eaters. Yaxley and Dolohov were duelling Arthur Weasley and Frank Longbottom. Much like Bella, they were on the defensive thanks to Longbottom, another skilled dueller. Their duel was nowhere near as interesting as Bella and Potters, but it did spark an itch that was telling him to join in the fight, and itch he was quick to squash down. It was best not to be too hasty and get himself killed in the process. Instead, he looked around to see where he could find any weakness, anything that might help him figure out what they were all doing here in the first place. As he looked around, his eyes landed on the Dark Lord. When he had first looked at him he thought he was fully concentrated on his duel against the Headmaster, but that wasn't the case. Between spells, he would command various low ranking death eaters to do something he couldn't make out. Keeping an eye on one of them, he watched as a nameless death eater turned away from the fight and ran to the house like a madman. The man didn't even make it to the front lawn as he was easily blasted away by a member of the Order, who no doubt were protecting the house, and keeping anyone from entering it.

He quirked a brow, interest peaked.

From what he had seen it was obvious that the house is of importance to the Dark Lord, important enough to sacrifice his own followers to reach the house. He wondered what was inside the house that was so important, and from what he knew he didn't have to think too hard about it. Now, what he did wonder is how he would be rewarded if he managed to get inside the house? Not one for jumping into action without first devising a plan, Lucius stood his ground and first looked around to make sure no one had spotted him. From what he noticed, no one has yet even seen him, being busy with their own duels. He then analyzed the battlefield, trying to find a way to best reach the house. He knew he couldn't go head-on, so he decided that he would need to circle behind the other death eaters, and head to the house, all the while taking a path that would make it difficult for the order members to spot him. With narrowed eyes, Lucius reviewed his plan once more to make sure that there were no flaws to it. Going through it three times, he found there was none.

He was about to take the first step when a loud shriek stopped him. Lucius stopped dead in his tracks and instantly spotted the person that had screamed. A death eater, a woman by the sound of her scream. He hadn't seen what had happened to her to cause her to scream, but he could see her shoulder bleeding profoundly. The woman's body was rigid as she fell to her knees, her wand flying to the other side of the street. The Order members didn't waste any time to stun her. Stunned, her body laid limply on the ground. He didn't know the woman and had seen far worse things and yet he found himself gripped with fear.

His hands were balled up into fists, his eyes wide in shock. His plan to make his way to the house was thrown out the window as he fully realized what he was about to do. He is going to run into a battlefield where people have already lost their lives to, is he mad? What if someone spots him? What if something happens to him? What if he dies? What about Draco? A hand seemed to grip his heart at that thought. His wife and son are waiting for him back at the manor, neither of them has any idea of what's going on right now, or where he is. They both expected him to return, and that terrified him more than anything happening around him. Could he really do this? Of course, he had done dangerous things before and had come very close to losing his life, more than once. But that was before he had a newborn son before he had someone that needed him around. If he died tonight who would teach Draco how to be a proper pureblood? Who would teach him about the Malfoy family? And even though he didn't particularly like quidditch, who would teach Draco how quidditch is played? Who would be a father figure to him? He refused to be like his father who died when he was very young and needed him the most. And yet he really had no choice on the matter, he couldn't just leave either.

Lucius's grip on his wand tightened to the point that he thought that he would snap it in half. A small part of his mind was telling him to ease up on his wand but he couldn't do it, he needed something to hold on to. He needed to go, and do what was expected of him, to fight alongside his allies and friends, to fight alongside his lord, and the only way he could do that was by reaching the house. If he didn't do that and left, then he was better dead seeing as the Dark Lord will make sure to give him a worse punishment than death. It was difficult, but the only way to put his fear aside was to forget that he has a son or a wife, and simply be a death eater under orders to fight.

With his mind finally made, Lucius took a deep breath and closed his eyes. When he reopened them he sprinted down the path he had chosen for himself. He ran faster than he had ever run before, all the while attempting to stay undetected from both the other death eaters and the Order members. As he neared the street, the sounds of spells being fired from both sides, especially the booming sounds that spell made when they hit a shield, made Lucius ears ring and his head throb. However, that was the least of his concern. The closer he got the more wayward spells he had to dodge. He was tempted to put up a shield, but he knew that would alert others of his presence. So Lucius just kept running like a madman, as unrefined as the others who had tried to reach the house before him.

Unaccustomed to running to such lengths, his lungs began to burn and his legs were throbbing. The path he had chosen was a long one seeing as there were too many death eaters and circling around the whole group was truly a feat. He tried to take a breath but found it was incredibly hard. Anxious, and scared he was tempted to stop or take a shortcut but he fought the temptation knowing that the others had been caught because of that. So he kept on running until he could finally see the path that led into the house and out of the Order's watchful eyes.

Lucius couldn't help but smile underneath his mask. It had been easier than he had anticipated reaching the house, a little bit too easy. In his haste, Lucius had not realized that the shouting of James Potter and the noise that his duel with Bella was causing had suddenly disappeared. He was far too concerned with reaching the bloody house, to think of anything else. It was only after he stepped on the path of the house that he realized his mistake.

"Expelliarmus!" A voice dangerously close to Lucius shouted.

His eyes widened his gaze on the flash of red making its way towards him. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't have been able to block or dodge the spell but with adrenaline pumping through him, it was another story. Lucius raised his wand as fast as he could and managed to conjure up a shield just before the charm landed. The spell banged against the shield, dispersing into nothingness, allowing him to see who it was that had shot the charm at him.

To no surprise he found James Potter facing him, his wand raised and pointed at him however, he wasn't alone this time. Behind him stood the blood traitor Sirius Black flanking Potter with his wand raised. Lucius looked straight at Potter, noticing a large gash on the side of his head that was bleeding profoundly, a gift from Bella no doubt. He wondered if she had been beaten, she must have been otherwise she never would have let Potter walk away. For a second he was tempted to look for her but waved it away as he glared at Potter instead.

Lucius turned his body completely towards his new adversary, squaring his shoulders. He had long locked his emotions away, so he found himself ready to fight both men if needed. He rather not, seeing as Potter is a skilled and formidable opponent, and Sirius wasn't too far behind. Though he himself was not a bad dueller either, and he was certain that he could hold off Potter for a little while, he knew that duelling Sirius at the same time was an impossible challenge. With the odds against him, Lucius was about to send a stunning spell and retreat as fast as possible, but the other two men seemed to notice his plan before he so much as moved.

Behind Potter, Sirius waved his wand, sending a well-aimed stunning spell first. Lucius' eyes were glued to it as it made its way towards him. Caught by surprise, he didn't bring up his wand to make a shield around him on time. He gritted his teeth and looked at the spell terrified, his heart pounding. However, just as it was about to hit him a shield appeared in front of him. The stun banged against the transparent shield.

Not really understanding how the shield had appeared, but with his brain finally kicking into action, Lucius, without losing a beat, raised his wand and pointed it at Potter.

"Expulso!" he shouted. Black and blue flames engulfed Potter and Black, exploding soon after coming into contact with them.

"Avada kedavra!" He heard the familiar voice of Dolohov shout from beside him, knowing that it was he who had put up the shield. He didn't much like the man, but when they were both out of this predicament he had to make sure to thank him after.

The eerie flash of green that is the killing curse shoot towards the explosion Lucius had created. He looked at the flames intently. For a brief second, he smiled under his mask when he heard a sharp shout come from one of the two men. Beside him, Dolohov seemed to think the same thing as he lowered his wand slightly. Their victory was short-lived as the flames and smoke reseeded, revealing that both men were very much alive but not unscathed. Potter was gritting his teeth together in pain. A large burn covered most of his arm and torso. Lucius guessed he must have conjured up a shield to protect both him and Black from the flames but then had to lower it when he had to dodge the killing curse. At the thought that Potter had conjured up a shield in less than a second and dodged a killing curse without being able to see it, he was genuinely surprised. Seems that they had truly underestimated the blood traitor, but no matter. He has landed a painful injury on him, greater than the gash Bella had dealt him.

Lucius looked at Potter smugly, knowing that he has incapacitated the man enough to make it him an easy target. Once again, his victory was short-lived.

Potter's nose flared, brows furrowed, his furious yet determined eyes fixed on the holes of his mask where his own eyes hid. Lucius wiped the grin off his face, a shiver crawled down his spine.

With expertise, despite his injury, Potter lifted his wand and sent various stunning spells their way. Following his cue, Sirius did the same thing. On the receiving end, Lucius and Dolohov expertly conjured up shields and sent curses flying to the two Aurors in return. Both groups duelled each other, alternating between shields, charms, and curses. Lucius nay not be an expert duelist, but he could stand his ground just fine, yet he was still surprised when none of them could seem to find a weakness, nor manage to get the advantage. Potter, who was clearly the most skilled out of all four, Lucius noticed that his movements were beginning to slow ever so slightly. Sweat was falling down the traitor's forehead, his lips parted as he took in deep breaths. Clearly his injuries were starting to take a toll on the man and yet Potter kept dodging and sending out hexes and charms at speeds that Lucius could never achieve. Potter's sheer determination unnerved Lucius, but he guessed it made sense from a father that's fighting to protect his son. Because of that, he knew he couldn't keep the fight going, he needed to end it or find a way to escape both Aurors. Things were even more critical when he knew that the rest of the Auror's were on their way. The only reason why they haven't arrived yet is thanks to the wards the Dark lord had no doubt conjured up. On top of all that he was starting to get exhausted.

Lucius's jaws clenched. This whole duel is a waste of time. He has far more important things to do than fight Potter. He doubted he could reach the house now but he could still concentrate his attention elsewhere. He could be directing the other death eaters and managing the battlefield seeing as that is his main duty.

Determined that he needed to end the duel, Lucius flicked his wand sending a powerful hex at Potter. He wasn't surprised when the hex didn't land, but he didn't stop there. He sent hex after hex, trying to overwhelm Potter. In the middle of sending another, a loud boom emanated from the centre of the battlefield, causing his ears to ring. As if on cue, absolutely everyone stopped their fighting and fixed their attention on what had caused the noise.

In the middle of the battlefield still stood the Dark Lord. Upon looking at him, Lucius quickly noticed the injuries covering most of his lord's arms and face and the Headmaster wasn't doing much better either. However, he couldn't care less about the old coot, his attention was on crimson blood dripping from the Dark Lord's injuries. In all the time he's been a death eater he has never once seen the Dark Lord injured, much less bleeding. As far as they were concerned, their Lord is immortal, almost godly so it was shocking to see that he could bleed like any other man.

With every duel put to an abrupt stop, except for one, the streets of Godric Hollow were left deathly quiet. All eyes were on the two-man still duelling each other.

The Dark Lord looked almost mad with anger as he pointed his wand at Dumbledore and shot him a powerful curse without so much as saying a single word. Everyone's eyes followed the flash of black light as it flew straight to the headmaster. By the way, Dumbledore's eyes narrowed; he almost seemed like he was caught by surprise, and Lucius truly believed that the curse would hit this time. However, just as the curse was incredibly close, Dumbledore, with lightning speed, flicked his wand and placed its side against the curse as if to block it with it. Once the inky flash of black light hit the wand Dumbledore flicked his wrist and the curse was redirected at the sky where it flew into the clouds and disappeared.

The order members looked at the sky in amazement, smiles dominating their faces. Death eaters, on the other hand, looked at the dark clouds where the curse had disappeared in fear. Lucius, in particular, was horrified that the Dark Lord's curse had been waved away by a flick of a wand.

When another bang resonated throughout the street everyone turned their attention back to the duel. Dumbledore had his wand pointed at a massive boulder that had been broken from the street and landed close to them. A bright stream of light emanated from the tip of Dumbledore's wand, hitting the boulder that seemed to almost absorb the spell. A few seconds the boulder began to shake and vibrate. The bright light from the spell shunned through the cracks as if the core was filled saturated with it and was now threatening to crack the stone in half. Everyone nervously shifted from side to side, afraid. After the entire boulder was covered in light it broke with a resounding crack. Large pieces from it went flying everywhere but only in the direction where all the Death eaters were. Death eaters screamed as rocks the size of people headed their way. Thankfully none of them fell close to where he stood, but he still looked at the rocks unnerved. However, soon the terrified screams of fear and agony as the rocks no doubt fell on a few people, everything turned to silence once the dust where the boulder had sat dissipated.

Lucius peered through the dust, unsure as to what he was seeing until he could finally make out what now stood in the boulder's place and his eyes widened. A large phoenix made of rock stood there, looking at them all with its eyes made of stone. Everyone gasped as the phoenix puffed out its chest, spread out its wings, and let out a loud shriek that made the ground rumble. Upon looking at the impossible feat of magic, Lucius and all other death eaters found themselves looking at the phoenix in disbelief, and lowering their wands. How could they hope to defeat a wizard that could bring a mere rock to life? As if to answer his question a booming loud hiss answered the phoenix.

simultaneously, everyone turned their eyes back to where the Dark Lord was standing. As with the phoenix, everyone was shocked to see a massive snake, a real snake not one made of stone like the phoenix. No, the snake was very much alive and though it seemed to be a regular serpent and not a magical one it would surely prove a challenge for the phoenix. Still, the only thing Lucius could think of was how the Dark Lord managed to make a snake so large in a matter of seconds? He couldn't think on it for too long as the snake, much like the phoenix, straightened up to its full size, and gave a loud hiss, baring its fangs. The phoenix didn't seem at all scared at its adversary, rather it seemed almost disgusted by the presence of the snake.

Giving out another thunderous shriek that had everyone covering their ears, the phoenix lunged at the snake, its beak wide open, ready to bite the giant lizard. For a passing second, he thought the snake would get caught in the bird's beak, but then the snake slithered out of the phoenix's bite. Having made a fatal mistake of getting to close, the snake bent its body and bit hard onto the wing of the phoenix. He doubted that a stone creature could feel any pain, yet still the giant phoenix gave out a shriek. The snake held on tight to the wing, the stone cracking under its large fangs.

Everyone watched both beasts fight, unable to tear their attention away from, except for Lucius who looked back at the Dark Lord. Both men were duelling once more but there was a difference to the way they fought this time. As if imitating the snake, the Dark Lord was flicking and waving his wand furiously, firing curses so quickly that it was difficult to see. If the Dark Lord's opponent had been anyone else he was certain the duel would have been over with the casting of the first curse, but his opponent is Dumbledore. The headmaster expertly blocked, and in turn, he too fired hexes, and charms at the Dark lord. It was frightening to see how well balanced in skills and power they both were, how neither seemed to have any plans of giving up. As they continued to duel the very ground seemed to shake mostly due to the beasts fighting. As he stood there, all Lucius could do was brace himself and watch.

Suddenly, a loud shriek emanated from the phoenix once more prompting everyone to look at it. The snake that was now in the phoenix's talon had managed to slither its head out of its hold and bite the bird on the neck. With this hold loosening, the snake wasted no time to curl its body around its prey before it could escape. The snake's muscled body made short work of constricting the phoenix to the point that the large bird couldn't even move. When Lucius thought that the snake could not constrict the phoenix any tighter than it already was, the serpent proved him wrong and tightened its grip. Cracks began to form on the stone, flaking and giving out under pressure. Seeing its defeat was imminent, the phoenix gave out a soft shriek and with that its body broke into pieces.

Lucius quickly took a step back when one part of the phoenix flew his way. The rock broke upon impact with the ground and rolled a little, but it didn't hurt anyone on the way.

The snake's triumph seemed to have the same effect on all death eaters who straightened up, and their hold on their wands tightened. Looking at the snake, Lucius watched as it didn't just stop with the death of the phoenix. The large serpent turned its crimson gaze on the headmaster who was too busy duelling the Dark Lord to notice it. Taking the opportunity, the snake dived at Dumbledore, it's jaw wide open, ready to swallow the man whole.

Lucius held his breath, thinking that perhaps the headmaster would be caught by surprise, but there was no such luck. Noticing the snake on the last second, Dumbledore raised his wand up high and a large golden shield appeared in front of him. Unable to turn the snake hit the shield with its head, making a loud banging sound against it. The snake fell to the ground making him think that it was dead until suddenly it sprang up to its full height and hissed at the headmaster in anger. Like it had done with the phoenix, the snake curled its body around the domed shield. In a matter of seconds, the snake's large body covered the entire shield making it impossible to see the headmaster. It's body fought to constrict the shield but with no luck. The shield didn't budge, it didn't even crack. Clearly angry the snake gave another loud hiss, and to everyone shock and confusion it vanished without a trace.

Lucius looked around for the snake, confused as to where it had gone but then realized that the Dark Lord was also missing.

His eyes widened.

Confusion and bewilderment was slow to spread but eventually, it encompasses the entire battlefield. Order members and death eaters began to speak, trying to make sense of what just happened. No one, not even Lucius knew the answer to that question. Why had the Dark Lord vanished his snake just when he had the headmaster exactly where he wanted him? He didn't have the opportunity to come up with an answer as people turned their confusion into anger.

Hexes shot around the battlefield once more, mainly coming from the death eaters. A large number of order members were caught by surprise as the hexes and curses landed on them, only for those who remained untouched to spring into action with fury. pandemonium broke out, and before he could make sense of what was happening he caught a flash of red at the corner of his eyes.

This time Lucius managed to bring up his shield on time. He turned to look at his adversary once more, who was looking at him as shocked as he no doubt was. Before either man could respond a curse was fired at Potter from behind him. Lucius quickly turned his head to look at Dolohov who looked at Potter furiously, as if it were his fault that the Dark Lord had vanished. As payback, Black sent a hex at Lucius, which he thankfully blocked, and the fight began once more.

The duel was nowhere near as energetic as it had been before however, as they were all tired, not to mention that Lucius found himself distracted by the chaos happening around him. He watched between spells as death eaters were hit by stunning spells one after another in large numbers. Without their leader in sight, everyone had become uncoordinated as they looked for someone to give them orders. Angry, he knew it should be he who gives out the orders but every time he tried to Potter shot him a stunning spell.

Lucius grit his teeth.

As if from saving grace, Bellatrix's voice boomed through the battlefield.

"Keep formation, and keep firing. We have to keep them away from our Lord!"

Lucius briefly turned his eyes to see the other death eaters and was relieved to see that as soon as Bella said those words everyone that had stood beside the dark lord quickly filled into his spot, and fought the headmaster in his stead. In fact, some of the other death eaters pulled their attention away from their own fight, and to Dumbledore. The headmaster who was frowning in concentration had all his attention on the fight. He resorted to using shields rather than offensive spells. Still, despite being targeted by most of the death eaters, the headmaster of Hogwarts was still doing quite well against them, making Lucius wonder if the dark lord had fled because he knew he could not defeat Dumbledore?

Lucius shook the idea from his head. Of course not, the dark lord is wise and powerful, and no matter how skilled Dumbledore maybe the Dark Lord is his match that was for certain.

Lucius turned back to his own duel, thankful that a few others had come in to help them. Said death eaters stood by either side of him, their identities unknown to him. Overwhelmed, Potter and Black were pushed back. Seeing his opportunity, Lucius conjured up a large shield and looked back at Dolohov, who he was surprised to see did not have a mask on as the rest did, showing his anger and mad like expression.

"Keep holding Potter and Black back," Lucius ordered, shouting over the loudness of the battlefield. Dolohov's eyes briefly shifted to him and quickly turned back to the duel, as he sent a violent curse at Sirius.

"Who are you to bark orders at me Malfoy?"

Lucius fought the urge to roll his eyes. Leave it to Dolohov to question his authority at a time like this.

"I don't have time to argue with you Dolohov." Lucius hissed, looking down at the man. "You will hold Potter and Black back or I'll personally make sure you leave here in chains."

Lucius watched as Dolohov tensed, the veins on his neck sticking out. Lucius didn't waste any more time on the other death eater as he turned on the spot and ran away, leaving Dolohov behind. Spells from Potter and Sirius flew past his head barely missing their mark as they realized that he was running away from the fight. Thankfully he could hear Dolohov shout hexes, and curses at the Aurors with more vigour than ever before, distracting them and allowing Lucius to get out of the Aurors range all the while dodging wayward spells that were flying from all directions.

His destination was the house once more, but this time he was sure he could reach it especially with Potter and Black distracted. As he ran his cape billowed behind him. As he had expected there was little attention being placed on the house this time. Making it to the stone path he realized that he's made it further than anyone before, but then he heard a loud shout coming from behind him. Lucius didn't stop to see who it was, but he guessed it probably came from Potter. He ran up the steps and onto the porch. He quickly reached for the doorknob, thankful that the door was unlocked. Lucius' ears twitched when he heard a large bang behind him. Not wanting to know what that was he quickly opened the door and dived inside the house. He looked, terrified when he noticed a scorch mark where he had been a mere seconds ago.

'That was close,' he admitted to himself.

Lucius flicked his wand, quickly closing the door and locking it. Finally away from danger, and having reached his goal he pressed his back against the wall and took large deep breaths. He slumped down on the floor exhausted. His magic and his body could not give anymore. For a second there he thought he wouldn't make it and would lay stunned on the ground, ready for aurors to find him and take him away to Azkaban. He shuddered at that thought.

A large bang coming from outside snapped him back into the now.

Lucius sighed, and stood up on his shaky legs. He turned and walked towards the battered staircase. He didn't know what he would find up the stairs. If the child was dead or alive, or the Dark Lord, or simply nothing. Still, he walked up the stairs.

The steps creaked and he looked at them afraid that they might give out under his weight. Thankfully the stairs endured and he was soon on the second level. He took a deep breath, and raised his wand, ready for anything that might come his way. He looked ahead and noticed a door that was left wide open. He walked towards it, and inside the room.

By the sea blue walls and vibrant furniture he knew this had to be the nursery. His eyes shifted from wall to wall wondering who had destroyed most of the room, and a little worried that, that someone was still here. Seeing no one, he walked inside the room until he stepped on something and he looked down and quickly stepped back when he realized what he had stepped on.

In the middle of the nursery there laid the Dark Lord's long cloak and his wand on top of it. Lucius' eyes widened as he looked at the wand in horror. The Dark Lord would never leave his wand behind, so that meant only one thing. Somehow, the Dark Lord has perished, but by who's doing? In shock and fear, especially now that he knows that is only a matter of time before they're all apprehended with their leader gone, he almost fell to his knees. However, he was snapped out of his thoughts by a loud wail coming from the cot in front of him. Lucius snapped his head up, his eyes falling on the infant who's wail reminded him far too much of Draco.

Lucius neared the cot, somewhat apprehensive. Something or someone had killed his lord, so he was right to be careful. However, when nothing happened he took the final step and stood in front of the cot. Inside the cot there sat the infant, Potter's son. Despite being no less than a year old, much like his own son, the child already held an uncanny resemblance to his father. The boy had short messy raven hair that stuck out at odd angles. His eyes were a stunning light green, the same colour of the killing curse. The boy was as normal as they came, except for the lighting bolt scar that was carved to his forehead. Clearly, said scar was causing the boy a lot of pain as it continued to wail.

Lucius looked down at the boy confused as if he had never seen a child before. Truth was that his mind could not comprehend what he was seeing. The Dark Lord, the very man he just saw conjure up magic beyond the skills of anyone he had ever known is gone, yet the child is still here, alive. He didn't want to think about it, but he couldn't deny that there was no doubt that this infant, that can't so much as walk, is the one that managed to conquer the Dark Lord, surviving with nothing more than a scar. How can a child, with seemingly no grasp of magic, best the most powerful wizard of all time?

His eyes narrowed.

What could possibly be so special about this child? This boy that inadvertently is the cause of all deaths tonight?

A loud bang came from outside causing the house to shake from its very foundation. The child, Harry, wailed even louder, clearly scared. Lucius turned away from the cot and walked to the cracked window to see what was happening outside. He looked down at the battlefield, quickly noticing that there were far more death eaters on the ground incapacitated than there were Order members. He turned his eyes and was thankful to find that a Dumbledore was being kept busy by swarms of curses coming from the death eater. Unfortunately, seeing as they were busy shooting curses at the headmaster they couldn't focus on what was happening around them which the Order members took advantage of by stunning the death eaters. In short, the battlefield was quickly turning into a bloodbath and to make things worse he knew that the Aurors are on their way.

Lucius stepped back and shook his head. This battle is done for, the death eaters are done for. He may not like to admit it but they are defeated. Without the Dark Lord, they could not win. The Aurors will arrive, defeat them and take them all straight to Azkaban without trial. At the thought of going to Azkaban, he was gripped with an immobilizing fear. He couldn't go to prison for this. He has a son to look after! No, he needed to run away before things got worse.

Making up his mind, Lucius turned away from the battle, and the screams of pain and headed to the cot once more. He didn't know what to do with the child if he should kill him or simply let him be.

Realizing that he was back, that seemed to calm the boy down as he stopped crying and looked up at him in wonder. Any other man might have thought it cute, but not him. All he could see was the thing that killed his lord and destroyed the dark side.

Without thinking, Lucius raised his nose and pointed his wand at the child. The child's look of wonder changed to fear as he no doubt understood what he was doing from previous experience. Tears fell down the boy's cheeks as he began to cry once more. Seeing how terrified the child was Lucius faltered, unable to shake the image of his own son from his head. He may be a murderer, but he's no child murderer, yet he found he had little choice on the matter. If he doesn't kill this child then what's to say he won't become a powerful wizard and destroy what's left of the dark? No this needs to be done, for the greater good.

Lucius looked straight at Harry's clear green eyes, the curse at the tip of his tongue. His grip on his wand tightened, and he stopped breathing when suddenly a thought popped into his head.

If Harry Potter is indeed so powerful and managed to kill the Dark Lord at such a young age then such a child will no doubt grow to be a powerful wizard one day, as powerful as the Dark lord. There was no doubting the child's potential but he had thought that it would be used against his side, but what if it wasn't? If the child is raised by the Potters there's no doubt he'll be the perfect golden hero, but if he took him if he himself raised him then maybe he could become something more. Now, what could he do with such a child? As he thought about it, he found that with such a powerful wizard on his side there were just too many possibilities.

Lucius lowered his wand, and Harry instantly stopped crying and looked up at him in wonder once more, unafraid of the terrifying masked man in front of him. Lucius wasted no time, and grabbed young Harry from the cot and fitted him snuggly into his arms, much like he did with Draco countless times. Harry wasn't scared of being held by a stranger as a Draco would no doubt be, instead, he grabbed a fistful of his cloak and kept staring up at him.

With the child in his arms, Lucius headed towards the broken window and looked down at the battlefield. As he had suspected the Aurors had arrived, and they were harshly taking the remaining death eaters into custody. One of the said death eaters was Bella, who screamed at the top of her lungs as she was restrained like a beast, and was being dragged away by several Aurors.

Lucius felt guilty about leaving everyone behind but that feeling was soon wiped from his mind as he looked down and saw James and Lily Potter running towards the house at full speed. Worried, and fearful that he would get caught, Lucius stepped away from the window and waved his wand in the usual movement to apparate.

For a brief second, Lucius worried that the wards would not allow him to apparate out of the house, but was then relieved as he felt the usual feeling of apparating, and left the house with young Harry in his arms.

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