Born into one of the oldest and wealthiest wizarding families, Lucius Malfoy was raised as Pureblood nobility, believing strongly in the notions of blood purity and the superiority of Pureblood wizards over everyone else. He grew into a proud, shrewd and influential man who enjoyed controlling others. Therefore, it was a mystery, how it all went so horribly wrong and how he ended up effectively the indentured servant of a Halfblood maniac.
No, that wasn't true. He knew who was truly responsible. HARRY POTTER.
Lucius joined the Death Eaters, who shared his views on blood purity, and participated in the Wizarding War because he believed the Ministry's policy of inclusion, when it came to muggleborns and other unworthy creatures, would ultimately lead to the downfall of their society. However, his loyalty had always been towards the cause, not Lord Voldemort, despite being a highly ranked Death Eater.
After the first war, ever the opportunist, Lucius had no qualms about considering an alliance with Harry Potter, the very same boy who as an infant had defeated their leader and brought their entire movement to a grinding halt, because he believed the boy could grow to be one of the darkest wizards of their times and lead the next Pureblood uprising. Unfortunately and thanks greatly to Dumbledore's meddling, the boy was completely opposed to achieving his true potential. Instead, the Chosen One had chosen to become a thorn in all their sides.
It started with Potter's refusal to befriend his son, casting his lot with the beggarly Weasleys instead, and tormenting Draco throughout their school years. Lucius lost his house-elf after the boy tricked him into freeing the creature. It was Harry Potter's actions that led to the destruction of the diary horcrux in the Chamber of Secrets and then the prophecy at the Department of Mysteries, which in turn led to Lucius' fall from grace with the Dark Lord. Lucius had gotten away with far worse during the Wizarding War, but due to Potter's interference, he ended up imprisoned and forced to suffer the horrors of the soul-sucking dementors for a whole year.
However, of all his sins, the worst one had to be his escape from the Room of Hidden Things after he stole and destroyed the diadem horcrux. Thanks to Harry Potter, Draco, his precious heir, was condemned to the life of a half-breed. Lucius, who once had a hippogriff put to death for nipping at Draco, was forced to stand by while Greyback's dogs ravaged his son. In truth, Lucius did not care for a new heir, but if forcing Ginevra Weasley to carry his child inflicted even an iota of the hurt Harry Potter had caused him, he was happy to go along with the Dark Lord's plans.
Lucius felt no attraction towards Ginevra Weasley. She was a chore for him, though perhaps her fate was linked to his. Years ago, he had slipped the young girl Tom Riddle's diary in an attempt to force Dumbledore out of his position as Headmaster of Hogwarts and to sabotage her father's career. The girl had miraculously survived that ordeal only to end up his prisoner years later.
Cissa was obviously not happy that he was required to have sex with another woman. Her sister did not help. Bella liked to cruelly remind Cissa that Ginevra was the same age their daughter would have been, had she survived. She ridiculed Cissa for her inability to have children when she herself had produced none. There was a running joke among the Death Eaters that Bellatrix Lestrange would only fall pregnant if she found a Time-Turner and went back in time to fornicate with the Dark Lord when he was still human.
Bella may not have been sexually interested in anyone other than her master, but she was jealous that her husband and brother-in-law preferred a young witch like Ginevra to an insane sadist like herself, often projecting her own insecurities when she taunted her sister. As a result of Bella's frequent taunting, even though Lucius had never given Cissa cause to question his commitment to her, she did not believe he was completely unaffected by the Weasley chit.
The fact of the matter was that things had been strained between him and his wife ever since he returned from Azkaban. No doubt, prison changed him a great deal, but it did not take away his ability to read his wife's feelings. He could see she resented having a Halfblood take over their home and their lives, but she also resented him for allowing it. Unfortunately, by then, Lucius was a fugitive from the law, with no power or influence left. He was in no position to refuse the Dark Lord anything.
Lucius had many regrets, the greatest of which was how his choices had shaped Draco's life. Instead of teaching his son to appreciate what they had, he had raised him to regret that the Dark Lord had been defeated before their dreams were realised. Now, he wished he had sheltered his son from the Death Eaters and not idealised them. He knew Draco was only trying to prove himself to him when he volunteered to join the Death Eaters. Cissa had strongly opposed Draco's decision to join at such a young age. Lucius wished he had listened to his wife at the time, perhaps then he would not be in this position today, where he was expected to help them kill his son.
Greyback had surmised that Draco was hiding in Uganda. The werewolf claimed to have imprisoned the Mudblood at their post near Uagadou at some point before she escaped. This property was recently attacked and the mad dog seemed convinced that it was an act of revenge committed by Draco since it took place after he left from Bleidd. It did not make sense to Lucius, because the way Greyback was telling it, it sounded like Draco was in love with the girl.
He had not been pleased with the idea of his son sullying himself to get Potter's Mudblood pregnant, but Lucius believed that, like him, Draco had pushed past his personal disgust to do what was needed to hurt Potter. It sickened him to think Draco may truly care for the Mudblood and the half-breeds he had fathered with her, but it also gave him cause for concern. Even if he somehow ensured Draco lived, if his son was anywhere as devoted to his new family as Lucius had been towards Narcissa and Draco, his boy was in for a world of grief considering what they planned to do.
Greyback had figured out that Theo was working with Draco so Lucius had employed a few of his own personal resources to keep an eye on young Nott. He had been suspicious of the boy's sudden rise within their ranks, but later dismissed his thoughts as paranoia. A huge error on his part. Knowing how Severus had deceived them for years, he should have remembered that it pays to be mistrustful of your friends.
By spying on Theo, his investigators were able to trace the address of the floo used by Draco and discovered the property was leased in the name of one Draco Loupgarou by one of the Malfoy house-elves.
Greyback had already hesitantly confessed to using Mipsy to do his dirty work. Lucius did not care about that—the creatures existed to serve after all—but he was angry that the Lestranges would dare to barter his elf for an opportunity to abuse the witch carrying his child. However, Rabastan and Rodolphus were lower on the list of Lestranges with whom he had an axe to grind. In the case of Bellatrix Lestrange, Lucius was biding his time, waiting for the opportunity to finish her using the exact method she almost killed Draco with.
Over the years, he was able to look past the Dark Lord's abuse of Draco for failing to kill Dumbledore and turning him into a half-breed for his inability to kill Potter. All that mattered was that Draco got to live. In the world they had created, simply being allowed to live was the greatest mercy. The Dark Lord was a sadistic, homicidal maniac—and not even a Pureblood!—but he was also as good as immortal. Even if there was a chance Harry Potter could defeat the Dark Lord, Lucius could not defect to the other side.
The Wizengamot had tried Lucius for his activities during the previous Wizarding War. Unlike many of his peers, he had not only escaped imprisonment by claiming to have acted under the influence of the Imperius but also retained his social standing in the aftermath. This time around there would be no avoiding punishment. It would be the Kiss for him and Azkaban for his family.
Lucius did not want to continue supporting the Halfblood despot who had wilfully polluted the Malfoy lineage by turning the true heir into a werewolf, but he had no other choice. In order to protect his wife and ensure his own survival he needed to safeguard his position within the Death Eater ranks, which he could only do by resorting to extreme cruelty and terror.
He was angry with young Theo for exposing Draco. If not for him, they would never have known where Draco was hiding. Nevertheless, Lucius still had a plan to save his son. If he could bring back Ginevra Weasley and Draco's sons, and kill the escaped pack of werewolves hiding in Uganda, there would be no reason for anyone to go after Draco.
It was a good plan, one that would have worked, if not for his damned house-elf.
Fenrir Greyback was angry, deceived again by one of his own. This particular betrayal was the worst as it came from the man he had trusted to run his pack.
What kind of alpha doesn't notice his head beta isn't even bonded with him anymore?
He ignored the voice in his head. Any alpha would confirm it was exhausting being in tune with the pack's needs and their feelings under normal circumstances, more so when members of your pack were often sent to battle frontlines or used as test subjects in unethical experiments. Fenrir had trained himself to ignore the bonds early on, or he would have lost his mind if he had to feel everything his wolves endured. Sure, it was fun during the full moon when you didn't even need to stick your prick into a warm cunt to enjoy an orgasm that went on for hours, but a few hours of pleasure was hardly worth putting up with the rest of the thestral dung that came with the pack bonds.
Since he generally ignored the bonds, he would never have learnt of Gunnolf Olsen's treachery if not for a spot of luck and the current size of his pack. With barely fifty of them now, his pack was the smallest it had been in years so it became a lot easier to notice the changes in his beta's behaviour.
Fenrir had forgotten that after imprisoning the Mudblood in New Wolf Castle—the name he had decided to call the Death Eater base in Uganda when he eventually took over the place—he had returned with her satchel. Low on supplies, ever since Draco and his pack of thieves had wiped him clean, Fenrir searched the satchel for anything useful. He wasn't disappointed. There was a good amount of dittany and some health potions among other things, but most interesting, was a scrap of parchment he found in there.
Now Fenrir may not have been the sharpest knife in the block but even he could see that the words must have some significance. It couldn't have been just some piece of pretty writing if the Mudblood was holding onto it while escaping. He spoke to members of his pack to see if they had any idea about it. Except for Gunnolf, every werewolf who came to his pack from an older pack knew about the prophecy and a couple of the clever ones still left in his pack even reckoned it could be about Draco's pups. Listening to their reasons, Fenrir had to agree.
For whatever reason, he happened to speak to his pack members individually, and a good thing too or he may not have noticed Gunnolf's attempt to lead him astray. He knew something was fishy when right away Gunnolf pretended not to recognise the handwriting on the parchment—bit hard to swallow since even he could tell it was Draco's writing, having seen it often enough on schedules and such.
He tried to order Gunnolf to tell him the truth, but he could see his beta wasn't really feeling any compulsion to act. It took Fenrir great self-control to bite his tongue and play along as if everything was fine. He checked his pack bonds as soon as Gunnolf left the room and Luna damn the man because while everyone else's bond was in place, Gunnolf's was gone.
Fenrir was livid. Obviously, Gunnolf had bonded with that disloyal, pack-stealing cunt, Draco. He was probably here to spy on him or murder him in his sleep. He kept a close watch over him the next couple of days, acting as crazy and erratic as he could, hoping he would contact Draco. He didn't. He only ever contacted Theodore Nott, the most recent addition to the Dark Lord's inner circle...
...the same Theodore Nott, who was once been best friends with Draco Malfoy.
Gunnolf, Draco, Nott Jr. and the Mudblood—they were all connected somehow. The plot against him ran too deep. He needed help.
Fenrir called Lucius Malfoy, who came promptly this time and didn't keep him waiting like the time after Draco escaped, when Malfoy had refused to even see him.
Uppity prick thinks he's better than me.
He told Malfoy what he had found out, but did not mention the prophecy, which was strictly pack business.
Fenrir wanted the go to New Wolf Castle to check if there was anything else left behind, maybe even go looking for the Mudblood. He was healed now and, unlike last time, prepared for her.
Fuckin' cunt took me by surprise and nearly killed me, she did. Gonna have to teach that bitch a lesson.
He tried to arrange a portkey but was informed that the base there had been destroyed... the day Draco left from Bleidd.
It didn't take a genius to connect the two events; Draco was in Uganda looking for his bitch. The thought filled him with glee because he knew Draco wasn't going to find her.
No way that bitch's still bonded with him after the number of times I shot my cum in her. Without a bond, Luna herself would have to lead that brat to his Muddy whore... Of course, as her sire, I won't have the same trouble finding her—Bet the bitch hasn't figured that out yet.
Involving Malfoy ended up being a good idea after all. He used his galleons to have Nott's pup watched and was able to get Draco's exact location from his floo address. The scheming bastards had somehow figured out a way to talk over the floo without there being a record of it in the Ministry. He wasn't concerned about Nott junior's treasonous activities—that was a problem for the Death Eaters to sort out—he was just happy to learn exactly where in Uganda that rat, Draco, was holed up.
They would need to be careful though, as they had to get Ginny Weasley and Draco's pups out unharmed. Malfoy didn't care for his grandsons, but Fenrir did. Even if they weren't lycans, like some members of his pack thought they could be, they were definitely special because of the Dark Lord's interest in them.
Be honest, you want them 'cause you'd like to raise them as your own.
The voice in his head wasn't wrong. It was a good kind of weird, to be able to hold a child and not want to eat them. He thought of Wilbur and Martin with a great deal of fondness. Why did such miracles come from Draco and not himself!
Malfoy summoned Draco's personal elf, who was still bound to his household. The snivelling creature performed every task asked of him yet refused to bring Draco's babies to them. Malfoy was creative with his punishments, having learnt the art of disciplining from his own master, but no matter what was done to it, the pathetic thing would not open the floo to the house in Lake Victoria or provide them with any useful information about Draco.
They also questioned Gunnolf, who proved even more stubborn. Fenrir tortured his former beta while Malfoy used legilimency on him but they ended up killing him before they could break into his mind. Fenrir admired the strength shown by Gunnolf in the moments before he passed away. Turned out he had been wrong about his head beta all along and he acknowledged as much.
Gunnolf would have made a great alpha.