Thanks so much for coming to read this. If you haven't read the previous
chapter, you better do so. Just click on my name, and it will take you there.
As you all know, I do not own any of these characters apart from Laura, and
if I did say I owned these characters, I would be a complete liar!
Have Fun!
Lucius Malfoy: Now and Again.
Chapter 2
Days and days to come, after the brief encounter with the girl, Lucius
Malfoy was more irritable then ever. Servants dodged out of sight, when
ever Lucius came storming down the corridors, but unfortunately Narcissa
and Draco found it harder to stay out of the way.
"Draco! Come here now."
Lucius had caught Draco just as he had tried to disappear behind one of the
many portraits in the hallway.
Lucius slapped Draco on the face. It made a vivid pink mark, on his pale skin.
"That is for avoiding me".
Lucius slapped Draco again.
"That is for being an ignorant brat".
"And that, is for the hell of it", Lucius added as Draco got another blow to
the face.
Draco swaggered on the spot.
"Compose yourself. You are no son of mine if you can't handle a simple
beating".
When ever tension was high for Lucius,…………… Draco and Narcissia were
usually the ones to come off worse. That was one of the few ways Lucius
relieved stress, apart from threatening half the Ministry of Magic. Lucius
had been raised under the fist of his dad, and his dad had been raised under
the fist of Lucius's grand father. It was just the Malfoy way of life.
"Go, get lost. You ignorant little b*stard. Before you feel what a real
beating feels like," Lucius added menacingly.
Draco scampered down the hallway until he was out of sight.
* * * * *
Lucius entered the master bedroom. His bedroom. It had a faint lingering
smell of cigarette smoke to it.
That was what he really needed right now he thought to himself. He leaned
against the fireplace wall and pulled out a cigarette. Ahhh…..bliss, absolute
pure bliss. He inhaled deeply, then breathed out through his mouth. A
thick haze of cigarette smoke entwined him, circling around his head, making
him feel slightly dizzy.
He felt relaxed for the first time in weeks, only concentrating on inhaling
and exhaling. He pulled out another cigarette, the other cigarette had gone
too quickly for his liking.
Now thinking about it, why had he been so tense over the last couple of
weeks. Work was fine. Fudge hadn't been a bother at all. In fact, without
realizing it, he had almost been helping the dark side contain control, by
refusing to believe that Voldermort was back.
So why was he so tense, he wondered. Then he remembered that blasted
girl. No one had ever spoken to him like that. She deserved a fait worse
then death. Why hadn't he done anything on the spot. He had felt like he
had been frozen. And that face, that face was so familiar. It reminded him
of someone he had met along time ago. But who?
Once again, he felt tension rising in him, tension that not even a cigarette
could cure. And drugs were a thing of the past. No use trying that any
more. It just simply didn't seem to hold the effect that it used to.
He decided to do the only thing he could do at a moment like this.
The gardens were calling.
* * * * *
Lucius Malfoy found himself heading for the same spot, where he had
mysteriously met her last time.
She had mentioned something about her father knowing him quite well. His
mind raced over all the people he knew. And that was allot of people. He
was pretty sure that the Minister of France had a daughter aged around 14
or 15. But what would she be doing in England. Anyway, she didn't have the
faintest trace of an French accent. A lot of people had daughters. But who
was her father? He didn't have the slightest idea.
Lucius stopped. He had reached the same little meadow in the woods, as last
time. He felt a surge of disappointment engulf him.
What was he stupid. After 2 weeks was she just meant to be here waiting.
What did he expect, to run into her.
"What is happening to you"? Lucius wondered out loud to himself.
Lucius ran his hand through his ashen hair, another Malfoy trait, before
sharply turning on his heel, and heading back towards the manor.
He stopped abruptly, he had just sworn he'd heard singing.
It couldn't be. But, could it…… asked a little voice in the back of his mind.
He automatically turned right and headed for were the voice had come from.
He caught site of some movement up ahead.
There she was, again. This time she sat swinging on a swing, under a big
shady willow tree. The scene reminded him of an oil painted picture he had
used to own. It had hung on the wall across from his own bed when he was a
boy. The last thing he used to see before he went to bed and the first thing
he saw when he woke up was that portrait. It was of a young girl, dressed in
an old fashioned pink, lacy, frock. And she too, was swinging on a swing
under a tree in the woods.
He had been in love with that girl. Everyday he would stare at her,
mesmerized by her face filled with laughter and rosy cheeks, something he
rarely ever saw in his household.
But when he had reached his early teens. That painting had been taken from
his room, fathers orders , and had been replaced by some portrait of an ugly
old ancestor.
How he had hated his father for that.
And now, for the first time in years, he felt that he had been transported
into that picture.
She sat on the wooden swing, swinging too and fro. Her frilly, lacy dress
spilled over the sides of the swing, and her wispy, brown hair was loosely
tied up in a bun, with pieces of hair falling down. She wore a wreath of pink
roses on her head, and today her eyes were the color of dancing blue.
"Hello!" she greeted him, with a big friendly smile.
"You again" Lucius said coldly.
"Yes…… I see, you like to wonder around on my property" replied the girl, no
longer smiling.
Lucius felt anger rise up in him, no one ever talked back to a Malfoy, and
certainly not some little girl. He pulled out his wand, unable to control
himself.
But before he had time to mutter a curse, she had turned her back to him,
and had continued on swinging, singing a song.
Lucius stopped. Her music enchanted him. It was a story about a dragon and
a princess and everything else that mattered in this world, all woven
together into one song. The entire woods had stopped to listen. There was
not a peep heard for miles around. Her melody seemed to carry on forever.
Nothing mattered anymore he thought, just as long as she kept singing.
But then she stopped. Suddenly he was forced back into the cold, harsh
reality.
He regained his composure.
"Tell me, what is your name". Lucius asked.
"Laura, Laura MontGommery" she replied. Her lips formed into a perfect
little pout.
"How old are you" he queried smoothly.
"14,……….. what is this. 20 questions."
She would have been a good match for Draco, he thought. She was of their
class, and definitely pretty enough, if she just wasn't so damn obnoxious.
But even though, Lucius told him self to go, get out of here, not to bother
with her. He couldn't leave. He was to curious.
"You told me last time, that your father knew me".
"Yes. That is correct" answered Laura.
Apparently she wasn't going to answer anymore unless he asked her.
"And your father would be………"
"How many times do I have to tell you. I can't say."
She looked scared. Was it possible that she was actually frightened of her
father, Lucius wondered.
A bird came and landed on her arm, looking for food.
Lucius watched, it was interesting to see this girl with the bird.
All of a sudden he doubled over as a stabbing pain shot through his left arm.
He recognized it only to well to be the Dark Lords call.
He looked up. Laura had disappeared.
Lucius apparated immediately.
* * * * * *
Lucius looked around him. He was one of the first Death Eaters to arrive.
By the looks of it, he had apparated into a little clearing in dense, thick,
woods. All around him, wizards were apparating. They emerged from
behind, trees, bushes and even stumps, forming a circle in perfect silence.
Lucius took his place as usual on the right side of Voldermort.
"Uh, uh" voiced Voldermort.
He motioned for Lucius to move over 1 space, so there was a gap, big enough
for 1 human to stand in, separating them. Lucius felt humiliated. The
further you were away from Voldermort, the lower ranking you were.
They waited in silence for about about 5 minutes. No one seemed to know
what was happening, apart from Voldermort, who just stood there and smiled
his evil grin.
All of a sudden, someone apparated next to Lucius, and took Lucius's old spot
next to Voldermort. He was shorter then Lucius, much shorter, and was not
made of a stocky build. Quite the opposite actually. Lucius tried to get a
look at his face. But like all Death Eaters, he too was wearing a mask and a
hood.
The whole circle was now watching the new Death Eater.
"I would like to introduce, are newest companion/Death Eater" Voldermort
told the rest of the circle, his voice, menacingly low.
"This person is very valuable to me, if you touch, hurt or kill this person, you
will suffer a punishment worse then death. And that goes for your family
too." Voldermorts eyes roved around the circle, his luminous red slits for
eyes, provided enough light for the entire circle.
Lucius stared at the new Death Eater. His gaze was a mingle of hatred and
fury.
"Severus, I would like to speak to you……….alone," Voldermort beckoned, to
Snape.
He lead Snape out of the circle and into the un-tamed forest.
As soon as they were out of sight, whispers broke out all over the circle, like
little wild fires. But Lucius knew well enough not to play part, in any of this
conversation.
After a while, Voldermort finally returned, followed by a very ashen faced
Snape.
No, questions were answered about there mysterious little disappearance,
and no one dared asked.
After what seemed like eternity, Voldermort finally dismissed them.
Lucius was the first to apparate, all he wanted to do, was to get out of there
and as far away as possible.
* * * * * *
The whole manor had braced itself, for the arrival of Lucius. Servants could
be found plenty in the kitchen, but few dared venture anywhere else, if in
any case they happened to run into there "beloved" mastor.
And sure enough, the sound of breaking glass confirmed that Lucius was
back. Out of pure rage, Lucius had punched one of the mirrors in the foyer.
Blood flowed freely from his fist, forming a pool of blood on the ground. But
he felt no pain. Lucius had a way of blocking out any agony or grief, he had
learned how to do that as a young child. And it had come very much in handy
later in life.
One of the more daring servants, cautiously approached him
"Is there anything I can get you, Sir" asked the maid.
He rounded on her. "Fetch me, something strong. Bring it to the Library.
Now!"
Lucius stormed off in the opposite direction of the scullery maid.
* * * *
The leather was damp and cool. He liked the feel of it on his bare skin.
Lucius was once again, sitting on his favorite leather armchair in the library.
He leaned his head back, so it touched the backrest, and closed his eyes. He
wanted to stay like this forever. For the first time in ages, Lucius felt at
rest. Peace had come over his body.
Some where off in a far land, a very faint knock could be heard.
The knock, grew louder and louder. Lucius opened his eyes, the rapping
sound was coming from the library door.
Who the hell, would dare disturb him now. Who ever it was, would surly pay.
"What, the f*ck do you want!" shouted Lucius.
A timid voice could be heard, coming from behind the great oak door.
"I-I brought, you-ou a bottle of scotch and a glass, like you requested, sir"
The servant carefully approached Lucius, pouring the scotch into a glass,
before setting it down on the table beside the arm chair.
"Go, leave me," Lucius commanded. The infamous Malfoy sneer was placed,
as usual on his handsome face
The maid set at fast pace out the door, as soon as she got into the corridor,
running footsteps could be heard, echoing off the hall walls.
He lunged at the Scotch bottle, and through it at the entrance. Liquid,
poured down the door, leaving vivid wet trail marks behind on the mahogany
wood. Big, chunks of glass, lay shattered on the floor.
Lucius closed his eyes, and opened them. Hoping that somehow the scene
had re-fixed itself. But everything still remained perfectly in place.
What is going on with you? Lucius thought to himself.
How did I offend the Dark Lord. I have been put down a rank, by some new
Death Eater who has never done anything. I have been serving him ever
scenes I was 16. Now I am 34. And how have I been rewarded. Bye being
pushed down and humiliated in front of everyone.
Lucius clenched and un-clenched his fists, over and over again. And that girl!
She was pissing him off. And each time, he never did anything about it. If
it had been anyone else they would have been long dead by now. He usually
preferred to tie his victims up and through them in a near by lake or river.
She better watch out next time, Lucius thought threateningly. She might
not be as lucky.
MontGommery. Where have I heard that name before? Lucius scanned his
mind, but the name simply did not ring a bell. He ran his fingers through his
silvery-blonde hair, before falling asleep in front of the warm, glowing fire.
* * * * * * *
So……………… What do you think?
If you don't like it, and I don't get reveiws…… I'll probaly dis-continue the
series.
But if you do like it, there will be a lot more chapters coming your way!
Can anyone guess who the girl is yet? If you can, you'll get a mention later on
in one of my little speeches, like this one.
Thanks so much for reading!
You guys are really great!
chapter, you better do so. Just click on my name, and it will take you there.
As you all know, I do not own any of these characters apart from Laura, and
if I did say I owned these characters, I would be a complete liar!
Have Fun!
Lucius Malfoy: Now and Again.
Chapter 2
Days and days to come, after the brief encounter with the girl, Lucius
Malfoy was more irritable then ever. Servants dodged out of sight, when
ever Lucius came storming down the corridors, but unfortunately Narcissa
and Draco found it harder to stay out of the way.
"Draco! Come here now."
Lucius had caught Draco just as he had tried to disappear behind one of the
many portraits in the hallway.
Lucius slapped Draco on the face. It made a vivid pink mark, on his pale skin.
"That is for avoiding me".
Lucius slapped Draco again.
"That is for being an ignorant brat".
"And that, is for the hell of it", Lucius added as Draco got another blow to
the face.
Draco swaggered on the spot.
"Compose yourself. You are no son of mine if you can't handle a simple
beating".
When ever tension was high for Lucius,…………… Draco and Narcissia were
usually the ones to come off worse. That was one of the few ways Lucius
relieved stress, apart from threatening half the Ministry of Magic. Lucius
had been raised under the fist of his dad, and his dad had been raised under
the fist of Lucius's grand father. It was just the Malfoy way of life.
"Go, get lost. You ignorant little b*stard. Before you feel what a real
beating feels like," Lucius added menacingly.
Draco scampered down the hallway until he was out of sight.
* * * * *
Lucius entered the master bedroom. His bedroom. It had a faint lingering
smell of cigarette smoke to it.
That was what he really needed right now he thought to himself. He leaned
against the fireplace wall and pulled out a cigarette. Ahhh…..bliss, absolute
pure bliss. He inhaled deeply, then breathed out through his mouth. A
thick haze of cigarette smoke entwined him, circling around his head, making
him feel slightly dizzy.
He felt relaxed for the first time in weeks, only concentrating on inhaling
and exhaling. He pulled out another cigarette, the other cigarette had gone
too quickly for his liking.
Now thinking about it, why had he been so tense over the last couple of
weeks. Work was fine. Fudge hadn't been a bother at all. In fact, without
realizing it, he had almost been helping the dark side contain control, by
refusing to believe that Voldermort was back.
So why was he so tense, he wondered. Then he remembered that blasted
girl. No one had ever spoken to him like that. She deserved a fait worse
then death. Why hadn't he done anything on the spot. He had felt like he
had been frozen. And that face, that face was so familiar. It reminded him
of someone he had met along time ago. But who?
Once again, he felt tension rising in him, tension that not even a cigarette
could cure. And drugs were a thing of the past. No use trying that any
more. It just simply didn't seem to hold the effect that it used to.
He decided to do the only thing he could do at a moment like this.
The gardens were calling.
* * * * *
Lucius Malfoy found himself heading for the same spot, where he had
mysteriously met her last time.
She had mentioned something about her father knowing him quite well. His
mind raced over all the people he knew. And that was allot of people. He
was pretty sure that the Minister of France had a daughter aged around 14
or 15. But what would she be doing in England. Anyway, she didn't have the
faintest trace of an French accent. A lot of people had daughters. But who
was her father? He didn't have the slightest idea.
Lucius stopped. He had reached the same little meadow in the woods, as last
time. He felt a surge of disappointment engulf him.
What was he stupid. After 2 weeks was she just meant to be here waiting.
What did he expect, to run into her.
"What is happening to you"? Lucius wondered out loud to himself.
Lucius ran his hand through his ashen hair, another Malfoy trait, before
sharply turning on his heel, and heading back towards the manor.
He stopped abruptly, he had just sworn he'd heard singing.
It couldn't be. But, could it…… asked a little voice in the back of his mind.
He automatically turned right and headed for were the voice had come from.
He caught site of some movement up ahead.
There she was, again. This time she sat swinging on a swing, under a big
shady willow tree. The scene reminded him of an oil painted picture he had
used to own. It had hung on the wall across from his own bed when he was a
boy. The last thing he used to see before he went to bed and the first thing
he saw when he woke up was that portrait. It was of a young girl, dressed in
an old fashioned pink, lacy, frock. And she too, was swinging on a swing
under a tree in the woods.
He had been in love with that girl. Everyday he would stare at her,
mesmerized by her face filled with laughter and rosy cheeks, something he
rarely ever saw in his household.
But when he had reached his early teens. That painting had been taken from
his room, fathers orders , and had been replaced by some portrait of an ugly
old ancestor.
How he had hated his father for that.
And now, for the first time in years, he felt that he had been transported
into that picture.
She sat on the wooden swing, swinging too and fro. Her frilly, lacy dress
spilled over the sides of the swing, and her wispy, brown hair was loosely
tied up in a bun, with pieces of hair falling down. She wore a wreath of pink
roses on her head, and today her eyes were the color of dancing blue.
"Hello!" she greeted him, with a big friendly smile.
"You again" Lucius said coldly.
"Yes…… I see, you like to wonder around on my property" replied the girl, no
longer smiling.
Lucius felt anger rise up in him, no one ever talked back to a Malfoy, and
certainly not some little girl. He pulled out his wand, unable to control
himself.
But before he had time to mutter a curse, she had turned her back to him,
and had continued on swinging, singing a song.
Lucius stopped. Her music enchanted him. It was a story about a dragon and
a princess and everything else that mattered in this world, all woven
together into one song. The entire woods had stopped to listen. There was
not a peep heard for miles around. Her melody seemed to carry on forever.
Nothing mattered anymore he thought, just as long as she kept singing.
But then she stopped. Suddenly he was forced back into the cold, harsh
reality.
He regained his composure.
"Tell me, what is your name". Lucius asked.
"Laura, Laura MontGommery" she replied. Her lips formed into a perfect
little pout.
"How old are you" he queried smoothly.
"14,……….. what is this. 20 questions."
She would have been a good match for Draco, he thought. She was of their
class, and definitely pretty enough, if she just wasn't so damn obnoxious.
But even though, Lucius told him self to go, get out of here, not to bother
with her. He couldn't leave. He was to curious.
"You told me last time, that your father knew me".
"Yes. That is correct" answered Laura.
Apparently she wasn't going to answer anymore unless he asked her.
"And your father would be………"
"How many times do I have to tell you. I can't say."
She looked scared. Was it possible that she was actually frightened of her
father, Lucius wondered.
A bird came and landed on her arm, looking for food.
Lucius watched, it was interesting to see this girl with the bird.
All of a sudden he doubled over as a stabbing pain shot through his left arm.
He recognized it only to well to be the Dark Lords call.
He looked up. Laura had disappeared.
Lucius apparated immediately.
* * * * * *
Lucius looked around him. He was one of the first Death Eaters to arrive.
By the looks of it, he had apparated into a little clearing in dense, thick,
woods. All around him, wizards were apparating. They emerged from
behind, trees, bushes and even stumps, forming a circle in perfect silence.
Lucius took his place as usual on the right side of Voldermort.
"Uh, uh" voiced Voldermort.
He motioned for Lucius to move over 1 space, so there was a gap, big enough
for 1 human to stand in, separating them. Lucius felt humiliated. The
further you were away from Voldermort, the lower ranking you were.
They waited in silence for about about 5 minutes. No one seemed to know
what was happening, apart from Voldermort, who just stood there and smiled
his evil grin.
All of a sudden, someone apparated next to Lucius, and took Lucius's old spot
next to Voldermort. He was shorter then Lucius, much shorter, and was not
made of a stocky build. Quite the opposite actually. Lucius tried to get a
look at his face. But like all Death Eaters, he too was wearing a mask and a
hood.
The whole circle was now watching the new Death Eater.
"I would like to introduce, are newest companion/Death Eater" Voldermort
told the rest of the circle, his voice, menacingly low.
"This person is very valuable to me, if you touch, hurt or kill this person, you
will suffer a punishment worse then death. And that goes for your family
too." Voldermorts eyes roved around the circle, his luminous red slits for
eyes, provided enough light for the entire circle.
Lucius stared at the new Death Eater. His gaze was a mingle of hatred and
fury.
"Severus, I would like to speak to you……….alone," Voldermort beckoned, to
Snape.
He lead Snape out of the circle and into the un-tamed forest.
As soon as they were out of sight, whispers broke out all over the circle, like
little wild fires. But Lucius knew well enough not to play part, in any of this
conversation.
After a while, Voldermort finally returned, followed by a very ashen faced
Snape.
No, questions were answered about there mysterious little disappearance,
and no one dared asked.
After what seemed like eternity, Voldermort finally dismissed them.
Lucius was the first to apparate, all he wanted to do, was to get out of there
and as far away as possible.
* * * * * *
The whole manor had braced itself, for the arrival of Lucius. Servants could
be found plenty in the kitchen, but few dared venture anywhere else, if in
any case they happened to run into there "beloved" mastor.
And sure enough, the sound of breaking glass confirmed that Lucius was
back. Out of pure rage, Lucius had punched one of the mirrors in the foyer.
Blood flowed freely from his fist, forming a pool of blood on the ground. But
he felt no pain. Lucius had a way of blocking out any agony or grief, he had
learned how to do that as a young child. And it had come very much in handy
later in life.
One of the more daring servants, cautiously approached him
"Is there anything I can get you, Sir" asked the maid.
He rounded on her. "Fetch me, something strong. Bring it to the Library.
Now!"
Lucius stormed off in the opposite direction of the scullery maid.
* * * *
The leather was damp and cool. He liked the feel of it on his bare skin.
Lucius was once again, sitting on his favorite leather armchair in the library.
He leaned his head back, so it touched the backrest, and closed his eyes. He
wanted to stay like this forever. For the first time in ages, Lucius felt at
rest. Peace had come over his body.
Some where off in a far land, a very faint knock could be heard.
The knock, grew louder and louder. Lucius opened his eyes, the rapping
sound was coming from the library door.
Who the hell, would dare disturb him now. Who ever it was, would surly pay.
"What, the f*ck do you want!" shouted Lucius.
A timid voice could be heard, coming from behind the great oak door.
"I-I brought, you-ou a bottle of scotch and a glass, like you requested, sir"
The servant carefully approached Lucius, pouring the scotch into a glass,
before setting it down on the table beside the arm chair.
"Go, leave me," Lucius commanded. The infamous Malfoy sneer was placed,
as usual on his handsome face
The maid set at fast pace out the door, as soon as she got into the corridor,
running footsteps could be heard, echoing off the hall walls.
He lunged at the Scotch bottle, and through it at the entrance. Liquid,
poured down the door, leaving vivid wet trail marks behind on the mahogany
wood. Big, chunks of glass, lay shattered on the floor.
Lucius closed his eyes, and opened them. Hoping that somehow the scene
had re-fixed itself. But everything still remained perfectly in place.
What is going on with you? Lucius thought to himself.
How did I offend the Dark Lord. I have been put down a rank, by some new
Death Eater who has never done anything. I have been serving him ever
scenes I was 16. Now I am 34. And how have I been rewarded. Bye being
pushed down and humiliated in front of everyone.
Lucius clenched and un-clenched his fists, over and over again. And that girl!
She was pissing him off. And each time, he never did anything about it. If
it had been anyone else they would have been long dead by now. He usually
preferred to tie his victims up and through them in a near by lake or river.
She better watch out next time, Lucius thought threateningly. She might
not be as lucky.
MontGommery. Where have I heard that name before? Lucius scanned his
mind, but the name simply did not ring a bell. He ran his fingers through his
silvery-blonde hair, before falling asleep in front of the warm, glowing fire.
* * * * * * *
So……………… What do you think?
If you don't like it, and I don't get reveiws…… I'll probaly dis-continue the
series.
But if you do like it, there will be a lot more chapters coming your way!
Can anyone guess who the girl is yet? If you can, you'll get a mention later on
in one of my little speeches, like this one.
Thanks so much for reading!
You guys are really great!