Welp. Here we go. another idea, but I don't know if I'll go anywhere with this. Something with different choices... hmmm. Let me know what y'all think.
Ahaha a little bit elaboration on things. :3 My poor bb! I am loving writing this...
Also, a huge heads up, this may or may not get tags for mentions of non-con eventually, I do have a little headcanon while he was in Azkaban (while guards were there instead since the dementors were gone) so DO KEEP A HEADS UP, and take care of yourself if you feel uncomfortable with such themes.
I DO have a character in his year that IS that guard in the future-- which will make sense here soon.
I may just end up glossing it over, or very briefly mentioning what had happened during that Azkaban year, so.. yeah. I plan not to go into much detail.
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"Where—"
Shakiness. Voice cracking.
His vision tossed itself around in a fury. What the hell? A strand of blonde found itself in his face, and he hurriedly pushed it away. But that suddenly made him freeze.
His sleeve…
It wasn't his usual sleeve… of his overcoat.
He scrambled upwards, staggering, as he reached out and stopped himself from falling against a brick wall in front of him. Or some sort of wall…
Alerted, he nearly jumped, as he gazed upwards.
No way…
A perfect wall of Hogwarts.
Shock registered onto his face, as he stumbled backwards.
"T-This isn't possible…" the blonde mumbled to himself. Last time he had seen Hogwarts, it nearly been completely destroyed by.. Voldemort and the War itself. He swallowed hard, as he stumbled back down to being on his knees. His heartrate was heightened—just as it had been during the Second War and its events.
Fuck.
Best to wait…
He finally lifted his sleeve, examining it, and he furrowed his brows.
Far… different…
"Lucius?"
He froze.
No, no. It couldn't be.
Narcissa.
Last time he had seen her, she had been killed. And he had been kept alive for pure punishment on the matter itself.
His thoughts didn't process themselves, so he got up and raced over to her, giving her an immediate hug, being carefully to smell the scent on her, strawberries.
"L-Lucius?" Her voice. Why did it not sound happy?
The blonde pulled away, furrowing his brows. She had a questioning look on her face and—
Oh. His eyes filled with realization, as he saw a… Hogwarts uniform on her. Oh- fucking- no. Lucius glanced down to him self- green, silver, and black. Same, they were… actually in school together.
"Lucius… if this about earlier…" she started, crossing her arms.
The Malfoy blinked. "This can't… be r-real," he mumbled.
The female blonde tilted her head, concern in her eyes, along with a dash of anger. "What?" She asked, confused. She stepped closer. "Are you okay? You look… look like you had a nightmare, or something."
Confusion flashed across his face. "W-What? I uh…fell asleep here, trying to think of new art ideas.." Fuck, when was the last time he did anything art related?
Narcissa sighed, looking away. "…Was it about your Father?" She asked softly, relaxing a bit now, her anger softening the slightest bit.
Good thing he could think on his feet. "It… was." Fuck. Is this a test or something? Everything felt real at the very least. He let out a sob and ran a hand down his face. Was he going insane?
"…I'm still mad at you," she said more gently, a more quiet tone then how she was earlier.
"…that's fine," he emphasized, before brushing past her. His steps were sturdy as he made his way down the hall, but he soon turned a corner and threw himself against the wall. He glanced at his hands, trying to find something different about them…
He flexed them, but that's when he realized.
Wait…
Positioning his hand, he pulled off the sole ring on one of his fingers, and studied it. So familiar. It hit him – and he nearly dropped it in shock. Right.
One of the protective items he had received from the Dark Lord when he…
Oh gods, he didn't know if he could even look at his left forearm. His heart rate; it hadn't calmed down in the slightest since being here. And pft—it would no doubt trigger a near panic attack of sorts at this point. Slight shakes were within his form, as he decided—
Fuck it.
With a rapid movement, he pushed it up and embraced for the worst.
He blinked, turning it over and over. What the hell?
He didn't have it?
No Dark Mark….