Abruptly, when the veil of hope is ceased
When winds swap their well-known route
You can see blood shining actively
You can feel palpable triumph in the air

When you say you want it continuously
I say: You need to think over what you said
And the tears of burning fire
Will settle on your face for a new episode

Abruptly when the hope of veil is ceased
And blood drips its well-known route
You can see blood shinning actively
You can feel palpable hatred
You can get rich in a second
You can die short of long way
...anyhow, you will die

Disclaimer: -Lucius Malfoy is in mein ownership, I (EGO, EGO, EGO! No one else.) own him;
-everyone else that are from the Harry Potter book belong to wonderful JKR;
-the poem above belongs to me;
-some of character names belong to me, and the other ones I just plagiarised from the CD's (like Martina Arroyo. I saw her name on the CD cover, and used it so I don't have to make up my own names). So what? SUE ME! My uncle is a lawyer, he will present me on the court for free (hopefully... ).
-And, how could I forget this, Tinky Winky Dipsy Lala Poe, belong to bunch of indoctrinating idiots who are trying to vex our already plagued realm (along with creators of Barney, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Powerpuffs Girls, and a lot of other TV shows).

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Ancilla, Lucius, and Walden had a time figuring out what are they going to do. They were over Lucius' manor house, inside his drawing room. Lucius authoritatively ordered to his servants and Narcissa not to come even near the North Wing where the drawing room was located.
-"Why does he need dead Muggle bodies?" - Macnair asked.
-"Go and ask him" - Ancilla snapped. Lucius sat beside her on an old-fashioned, but comfortable sofa.
-"It doesn't really matter" - he tried to calm down the strained situation. Ancilla and Walden never got well. -"What are we going to do?" - he asked Ancilla. She was sitting, turned to him.
-"We just go to some isolated Muggle farm, kill the Muggles, and take their bodies" - Ancilla simply said.
-"I will do the Dark Mark afterwards" - Walden said, briskly.
-"No way, you were the one who did it last time" - Lucius was ready to fight over. Those 'mature' fights on theme 'I know what you are, but what am I?' were always led for who will congregate the Dark Mark at the end.
-"Lucius" - she patted his shoulder, sensitively. -"We all know here that you should do it."
Lucius looked at Macnair, victoriously.
-"Now we have to figure out where the farm should be. It's too obvious if we do it in England. France is much more fun" - she said, guilefully.
-"No way, Jose. France is just too far away to apparate to" - Walden said.
-"I think that France is wonderful idea, mon cher" - Lucius smiled to her. After all, his roots led back to France. 'Malfoy' is French.
She smiled back. They looked at each other in mesmerising rhapsody.
-"Excuse me" - Macnair interrupted them. He didn't know what love is.
-"No you excuse us" - Lucius said, not looking at Macnair, kissing her a second later. Macnair made gogging sound. Lucius and Ancilla were absent.
Promptly, Severus arrived. Walden saluted him by shooting a calamity stare. In front of his was a choleric spectacle.
-"Cut it" - Snape blared at them. They separated, at once.
-"We're awfully sorry" - Lucius said ethereally Like always, sounded not sorry at all.
-"So what are we going to do?" - said Severus, sitting down beside Walden.
-"We are going to France. We will attack a Muggle farm there, killing Muggles. Than, all of us will apparate with each of the Muggles. At the end, Lucius gets to congregate the Dark Mark" - Ancilla said authoritatively, but contentedly.
Severus rolled his black eyes. He didn't bother to argue why France?, because he knew he would be thrown on his ass by Ancilla and Lucius. They were so allied about their decisions that it wouldn't be prudent to have a fight against them.
-"France it is" - Severus sighed.

It was an effortless job getting to France. And they did it.
There is a diminutive place close to the La Manche, or how we call it (despite the fact that whole civilised world of Europe calls it the French way). The name is Saint-Omer, and it's inside the land of Ardennes.
There were farms. One was isolated enough...

Something very loud woke up M. Luc Villandraut. His wife was having sweet dreams beside him. Primarily, he thought about his kids: one fifteen, the other one seventeen.
Two cloaked figures appeared at the door. They sinisterly approached him. Grim Reapers.
-"Prends pitié mon Dieu!" - he yelled before he died. His wife was next.
-"Catholics" - Lucius thought.

James and Remus were having a meaningful conversation on Sunday morning. Lupin was still looking for job, after such a long time. Plans with his love life were so scarce. He still didn't seem to have met a woman that would accept him for who he really was. Fiend he was (a sexy one).
-"Don't lose hope in flames of life" - James tried to cheer him up
-"I won't" - Remus smiled.

We haven't heard from Peter Petigrew in a very long time, did we? He had a separate life on his own. No wife, no kids, no money. He had a poor position at Nimbus Racing Broom Company. Instead of charming up those irresistible brooms, he was cleaning the mess after everyone.
From time to time he would be a herald. He couriered things for other people from the company where he worked.
He was at the Ministry building, going towards the ianua. Narrow hallway on the left side of the atrium that you would be at if you entered the Ministry building through the ianua.
-"Peter" - someone shouted over all the people Peter tried to get through. So small and Lilliputian, it was really hard spotting him, and not stepping on him.
Peter turned; some space behind him was Lucius Malfoy.
-"Peter, glad to see, wonderful too see you, come with me" - Lucius Malfoy said quickly, pulling Peter for his collar, and getting him to his office.
Peter wasn't that eager to let Lucius see how big failure was he. Rich, famous, and powerful. None of those things could be used to describe Peter.
-"I haven't seen you for a very long time, Peter? Where are you working?" - Lucius literally nailed Peter to a chair, taking the seat behind his desk.
-"I work... work with brooms..." - Peter said, trembling.
-"Now, now, don't be afraid of me. You'll be thanking me soon enough for everything" - Lucius said, cleverly. Right now, he was laudatoring himself to be the smartest person on the planet because of plan he just had.
-"I don't know what are you talking about" - little rat said.
-"You'll know soon enough" - said Lucius eagerly.
Lucius Malfoy made Peter give him informations about where he will find him.

Than, Lucius Malfoy let go of Petigrew, and headed to the pious Ancilla to tell her everything. Inside her Azkeban alcazar, she was dwelling another problems. But he came.
-"James, how many times do I have to tell you not to draw those little pictures on the reports I will bring to Minister" - she was saying.
-"Beside my untidy scribbling?, he won't notice" - said James smartly.
-"Lucius?" - Lucius just entered the door, and Ancilla cried.
James instantly turned around to see him. Lucius was standing at the threshold of her office.
-"Come in" - Ancilla invited.
-"Potter" - said Lucius, sluggishly.
-"Malfoy" - replied James, derisively, narrowing his eyes like he is facing his adversary.
-"Lucius" - Ancilla said, coming over to him, looking suspiciously at him.
-"I need to speak to you" - he said, touching her arm.
-"James!, out of the Azkeban, and I don't want to see you until twelve o'clock" - she snapped to him.
-"What if I don't want to leave?" - James stood up, teasingly. Lucius died of lust to hug her. He didn't know that James knows about them.
-"Oh, I'll make sure that they can't pick up all the parts of your body" - she threatened.
James stood up, and when he was passing her, he touched her chin, and said:
-"So dangerous, aren't you?"
Her eyes were fixed firmly on him. He finally left.
Lucius couldn't wait more to tighten her to his body, and let his vivacity go free. Ancilla was totally ok with that.
-"You know what?" - he said, stopping suddenly.
-"Bastard, why did you have to stop?" - she whined.
-"Don't lament, you were supposed to ask 'what'" - he delicately said on her ear.
-"What" - she whimpered, sensibly.
-"I saw that Peter Petigrew rat, today" - Lucius said, pressing on her thigh, and her ass with his hands.
-"That's nice" - she tried to kiss him, but he pushed her face away.
-"Lets ruin his life, mon cher" - he whispered.
-"Oh, you should've said that earlier" - she screeched.
Lucius shoot a meaningful stare into her eyes. She smiled, kissing him.

Ancilla had a great afternoon with James, but much greater, magnificent morning with Lucius. Next thing was her husband.
Fatigue was overtaking her when she arrived home. She strolled to the salon to see her husband. Not by any chance she was excited about this, but he strictly asked her to do so.
-"You remembered to come home" - he greeted her. Sarcastically, but it was still something. He was sitting in front of the fire, on a comfy armchair. Cloud of smoke was hovering over him as his took another drag from his cigarette.
Ancilla dropped on the chair beside him. Than she grabbed glass from which he was drinking, and imbibed all the liquid inside. She guessed that it was cognac by it's taste.
-"Slow down, you alcoholic" - he mocked, letting her smack the glass on the tea table beside her.
-"What do you want from me?" - she asked seriously, business tone.
-"I need to speak to you."
-"What are you doing right now?" - she asked, mordantly.
-"I'm being serious, Ancilla" - he moved his eyes from her, and gaped into the orange flames of pyre. -"I don't like the fact that we are not sleeping in the same room."
-"So?"
-"So what? Ancilla, you can't run away from me your whole life" - he snapped at her, not turning around.
-"You wanna bet?" - she jeered.
-"We are married, Ancilla" - he snarled, sinking deeper into his chair.
-"Unfortunately" - Ancilla said in the undertone.
-"I don't hate you." - He said quietly, turning his head to her.
-"I don't hate myself either" - she smirked.
-"I want to have a child with you" - simply, he said, standing up.
-"What?" - she screamed, standing up, too.
-"Don't you give me that attitude" - he snapped.
-"And you don't be near me. Go away and die. I never loved you, to be correct I never liked you" - she snapped back.
-"Ancilla, don't you want to extent your dynasty?" - he took a hold on her arm.
-"With you? And it wouldn't be my dynasty, anyway" - he was overwhelmed by everything.
-"But it's still your blood" - he shook her.
-"It is, isn't it?" - she asked. The tone of her voice wouldn't be defined as mocking, but as freethinking, angry. Inadequate to do anything against her future.
-"It's on you to decide, honey" - first time he used honey (or anything in this manner) to refer to her.
-"No; man should be the one to make decisions" - she said, kissing him on his check.
-"Than, we are on, right?" - he asked, mistrustfully.
She said nothing.

First things in the morning Ancilla did was go of to Lucius, and tell him everything. He was in his office, reading the Daily Prophet.
-"Come in" - he said. His face brightened when he saw her.
She was wearing grey blazer with matching grey knee length skirt. Under the blazer, she had white shirt, and slender black cravat.
-"Lucius, I need to talk to you" - she whined. He got up, and stood in front of her.
-"What is it, mon cher?" - he asked, fondly.
-"My husband wants to have a child with me" - she cried.
-"But Ancilla..." - he inhaled the air. -"Isn't that natural... I mean, he is your husband."
-"I don't want to have anything with him" - Ancilla's makeup was still ok, even though her eyes were red, and tears were running out of them.
-"Don't cry" - he pressed her to himself. -"Ancilla, look me in the eyes; you have to understand. Men want their bloodline never to stop."
-"Is like that? Are you on his side? (-"Ancilla, you can't get this...") Fine, be on his side!" - she squealed. She pulled herself out of his grip, and headed to the door. Lucky for Lucius he had such a spacious office, he had time to run to her, and lock her in his arms.
He said nothing, kissing her lips.

Barty Crouch had some really important matters to discuss with the Ministry of Magic members. He called them all for another meeting in at the mosque dome.
Today, he was indomitably cheerful. When everyone took their seat, he stood up, looking around. They tried to survey his face, but only delighted grin was there. Lucius foreseen that it must be something dreadful for him.
-"Ladies and gentlemen, were are gathered here today, under the new regime" - mysteriously, he said. Wizards were looking at each other, not knowing what Crouch is talking about.
-"The reign is: Everyone who could be in any slightest way suspected to be involved in the Dark Arts will be tried." - Crouch said affably.
Lucius was biting his Lucius, and looked mockingly into Crouch.
-"Is there something where I wasn't clear to you, Malfoy?" - Crouch asked him, setting a broad grin.
-"Who shall be tried?" - he asked what everyone in the room was craving to hear.
-"You are one of them" - Crouch was highly satisfied with seeing Lucius' face transform into morose shadow.
-"Who are the others?" - Ancilla asked, carefully. She knew what he will say.
-"You, Deitrich. The full list is: Martina Arroyo, Christian Avery, Ancilla Deitrich-Scorge, Michael Fuehler, Michael Kunze, Kiki Lesandric, Silvester Levay, Richard Lewis, Walden Macnair, Lucius Malfoy, Annette Oppermann, Eugene Ormandy, Caesurae Siepi... ...Tinky, Winky, Dipsy, Lala, and Poe. That's it" - he smiled.
-"Where's your name on there?" - Ancilla asked, vexatious, semi-sarcastic.
-"I have nothing to do with the Dark Arts, Deitrich" - Crouch retorted.
-"Well I wouldn't happen to know if you were part of it, because I'm not. But pointing finger on so many people, isn't it just to cover yourself?" - she was looking piercingly at him.
-"And maybe you're doing this just to point off yourself?" - he stood up.
-"Oh, make me confess you that I'm in Lord Voldemort's service" - she said in extremely sarcastic voice, as she was standing up.
-"Make me make you" - Crouch retorted.
-"Make me make you make me" - she replied back, spitting antagonism.
-"Make me make you make me make you" - Crouch spitted back.
-"Crouch, Deitrich, what is all this about. Why is there such a combat between you two, inside the Ministry building. If you want to act like two puerile, immature, infantile pre-schoolers, go somewhere else and do what ever you feel like doing. Iconoclast on your behaviour! Now, both sit down" - Minister snarled at both of them. They did what was told. -"Crouch, I will continue. Anyone who dares to interrupt me for anything of non-life-threatening importance can consider themselves sacked from the Ministry, and unable to find job in any other Ministry.
-"Now, hence there is so much disagreement, and I have no intentions of reviewing who will be tried and who won't, you all, that are called, will all have to be there. You'll get your invitations in the mail. Is there any questions?" - said Minister, quickly. No one dared to ask anything because his eyes were shinning viciously.
-"Than we are clear; everyone dismissed" - he said, and briskly got up on his feet, making his way out. After he left there was no usual exodus from the side of Minister wizards, but they were all sitting there, confidently.
-"We all have our questions to ask, Crouch" - Ancilla broke the silence.
-"So why aren't you asking yours?" - Crouch mocked.
-"I forgot what I was going to say" - Ancilla said sincerely and honestly.

Palace of justice in the wizarding world was a story for itself. Tall, jet black building of antique style located right beside the Ministry building. Those two buildings were linked by underground passage.
Crouch was nice enough to put Ancilla to be tried first. As a Governor of Azkeban, she had a seat on the left side of judge. She had to be present for all the important trials. The other important people (like Minister of Justice) had to be present, too. For her trial, James was substituting her.
Thing she found pretty diverting was that two Death Eaters had to follow her to her defendant's dock. And she was the one to order around Death Eaters for all other accused.
Before the trial started, she went over to the judge's office. Walter Locher was middle-aged man with grizzled hair. His office was covered in wood. He had his robes ready, and his wig on. Someone knocked. He opened the door.
Ancilla was outside. -"Can I have a word with you?" - her voice asked, feebly.
-"Yes, sure" - he led her in.
-"Walter - er - we know each other for a long time... err, I want to know what you think about me being tried."
-"Well, Ancilla you got me stuck here." - He put his hand on the brow.
-"So you don't believe in my innocence, Walter?" - she eyed him sharply.
-"No, I never said that" - he said quickly.
-"Honestly, I thought we were friends." - She moved closer to him, taking hold of robes on his chest, and mustering the clement, angelic face expression. -"You know, I can't believe what I'm hearing, Walter."
-"Please, don't get me misunderstood here" - he said.
-"So you believe I'm innocent" - she brightened her face.
-"Yes, after this yes. Of course you are innocent, aren't you?"
-"Without a doubt; Crouch just hates me." - She said. For a bare moment he waited for her to get out, but she hugged him.
-"It's wonderful when you know that people believe in your innocence" - she said before she got out. But just after she closed the door behind her she went back to her ghastly self.
-"Man can be so easy to fool" - she muttered.

And of course he believed her. Crouch was devastated to find out that the court proclaimed her not guilty to being involved in Dark Arts.
James went to congratulate her after.
-"Compliments to you, Governor" - he shook her hand, eyeing her suspiciously.
-"Thank you James."
-"I always believed you are innocent" - he said, stiffly.
-"So did I" - she mocked.


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If you read book four (and of course you did, because what kind of quasi-Harry Potter fan are you who didn't read all four books) you'll notice that trials were done differently. Crouch was the judge and attorney aka he we the main ass. It's because when he got his autocracy of politics he thought that things aren't going the way they should.

Ianua (derived from Latin): big, fancy entrance doors at rich Roman houses (villam), or palaces and castles. They lead straight into atrium.