The Aftermath
By S. Christian
DISCLAIMER: This fic is based on charactars and situations created by J.K. Rowling and not myself. I have no money, therefore please, try your best not to sue me.
What you talking 'bout, Harry? Geez... Chapter 8... Never knew I would ever make it this far on anything I would ever write. But here I am. And here you are. Yeah. Looking at the situations get more and more serious here. A Malfoy has fallen in love with a Weasley. Ron's life is ruined. Harry has mysteriously stated that Lucius Malfoy can still be alive. Review after reading, for it would be a shame if this troll got loose and hurt anybody. With that in mind, read on in prosperity.
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*FLASHBACK*
"Does it ever stop snowing?"
Harry Potter turned around to see Neville Longbottom. Neville had brought the hot chocolate.
Neville sighed, obviously annoyed. "Why do we have to sit outside?" he complained. "It's cold, snowing, and one step has you slipping on your ass."
"They just want us to have fun," Harry chuckled. "We just have to stay out here until the execution. Then we can go in. But with Pettigrew still on the loose, it's still likely someone will try to free Lucius, especially Peter."
Neville was obviously confused by this statement. "What does Peter Pettigrew have to do with Lucius Malfoy?" he asked. "Death Eaters usually go every-man-for-himself at times like this."
Harry just shook his head. "What kind of auror are you? We all knew that anyone close to Voldemort was also close to Lucius. He was the head of most operations. With Lucius still alive and Pettigrew still out there, I fear he'd do anything to get him back, to head things."
"You think alot about this stuff," Neville said, shaking his head.
Harry smiled. "That's why I get payed better than you."
"You do?"
He didn't bother responding to the question. It was always more fun to just keep Neville pondering. He may have grown braver, but still as gullible as ever.
A heavily robed (Harry took the number of robes in mind and figured out he wasn't an auror) came out, shivering like none other. "M-Minister D-D-Dumbledore i-is r-read-dy for y-you t-t-t-t-two."
Harry laughed at the man. "Enough robes there, mate? You should ease up a bit. It's not that cold."
The man just stared. "One like you has nothing to complain about. You humor is colder than this."
"Tsk, tsk," Harry said, getting up and shaking his finger. "That is not the way for a Ministry official to talk to people when on duty. Either way, my humor has not had me freezing my balls off yet, so you keep your opinion in your pocket.
The Ministry wizard just shook his head and walked in.
"How do you always do that to people?" Neville asked, getting up and walking by Harry towards the door.
Harry thought. "Mostly luck," Harry said. "I guess it could be genetic, too. I do hear my father was a smartass. But more luck. Not alot of people that can make everybody laugh with either an 'I love you' or a 'fuck you'."
Neville just shook his head as they went through the doors. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, whose smart mouth my not allow him to live to tell the tale.
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Harry walked down the corridor, to the cell where they were holding Malfoy. Dumbledore was already there.
The old man's face was serious. Harry had not often seen his former headmaster's face in such a solemn state. "You may escort him, if you like," was all that he said.]
Harry just nodded. A muscular wizard recited an extremely complicated spell and the door opened. Inside, he saw Lucius Malfoy, bandaged from the curse Harry had performed upon him. That kind of curse didn't heal easily.
Lucius looked as if he were struggling for consciousness. He was sweaty and dirty. His once fine, clean hair was now messy and filthy. He looked up at Harry and grinned.
"I always hoped I would die with honor," he said. "You have no honor, Potter. No, you're just like James was. No honor at all. Always the best. Yet he wouldn't have the opportunity of dieing like I am. My name will be recited over and over for all that I have done. You're father died a useless death."
Harry had had enough. He ran walked hastily across the cell and threw a hard punch at the face of Lucius. There was blood coming from Malfoy's lip. Harry looked at Lucius with anger and said, "Don't you speak of my father that way. He died a death more important than anything you've ever done. You are dieing the usless death. What will your death accomplish for the Death Eaters? Nothing."
Lucius just smiled a bloody smile. "You have no idea. I die for the survival of all of the Death Eaters. I die so they can all have a leader."
Harry was confused. "Voldermort is dead, and you are on death row. Who else is there?"
The prisoner just smiled. Just then, the burly wizard opened the cell door. "Are you ready?"
Harry nodded. He picked up Lucius by his neck and practically dragged him to a circular room. He chained Lucius to some shackles in the middle of the room. The Elders and other witnesses were seated in the seats surrounding the middle of the room.
A witch with a long pointed nose pulled out a quill and parchment. "Does the convict have any last words?"
Harry pushed her away. "He is a criminal. His words mean nothing to us."
Lucius laughed at this. "She may not have to write this down, but that doesn't mean I have nothing more to say to you. I have one last message." With this, he paused and grinned. He stared Harry in the eyes. "Lucius Malfoy will see you soon."
Harry turned and pointed his wand at Lucius, shouting, "Morto Stakius."
Lucius screamed in agony as he felt what seemed to be many flames inside him. Seconds later, he went limp, obviously dead.
Harry walked over to the body. As he unshackled it, he noticed one hand was slightly golden in color. He shook this off and handed the body over to Ministry officials.
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This whole incident was now ruining Harry. How could he have forgotten about the night of the final task in the Triwizard Tournament? How Wormtail had recieved a replacement for the hand he sacrificed?
How could he have not realized that Lucius Malfoy had never been executed?
Peter Pettigrew had.
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Next chappie, we will move back to the present. No more flashback. This is now the part where you review and I can be happy. Chapter nine is soon, so be on your toes. Until then, I must say adios.
By S. Christian
DISCLAIMER: This fic is based on charactars and situations created by J.K. Rowling and not myself. I have no money, therefore please, try your best not to sue me.
What you talking 'bout, Harry? Geez... Chapter 8... Never knew I would ever make it this far on anything I would ever write. But here I am. And here you are. Yeah. Looking at the situations get more and more serious here. A Malfoy has fallen in love with a Weasley. Ron's life is ruined. Harry has mysteriously stated that Lucius Malfoy can still be alive. Review after reading, for it would be a shame if this troll got loose and hurt anybody. With that in mind, read on in prosperity.
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*FLASHBACK*
"Does it ever stop snowing?"
Harry Potter turned around to see Neville Longbottom. Neville had brought the hot chocolate.
Neville sighed, obviously annoyed. "Why do we have to sit outside?" he complained. "It's cold, snowing, and one step has you slipping on your ass."
"They just want us to have fun," Harry chuckled. "We just have to stay out here until the execution. Then we can go in. But with Pettigrew still on the loose, it's still likely someone will try to free Lucius, especially Peter."
Neville was obviously confused by this statement. "What does Peter Pettigrew have to do with Lucius Malfoy?" he asked. "Death Eaters usually go every-man-for-himself at times like this."
Harry just shook his head. "What kind of auror are you? We all knew that anyone close to Voldemort was also close to Lucius. He was the head of most operations. With Lucius still alive and Pettigrew still out there, I fear he'd do anything to get him back, to head things."
"You think alot about this stuff," Neville said, shaking his head.
Harry smiled. "That's why I get payed better than you."
"You do?"
He didn't bother responding to the question. It was always more fun to just keep Neville pondering. He may have grown braver, but still as gullible as ever.
A heavily robed (Harry took the number of robes in mind and figured out he wasn't an auror) came out, shivering like none other. "M-Minister D-D-Dumbledore i-is r-read-dy for y-you t-t-t-t-two."
Harry laughed at the man. "Enough robes there, mate? You should ease up a bit. It's not that cold."
The man just stared. "One like you has nothing to complain about. You humor is colder than this."
"Tsk, tsk," Harry said, getting up and shaking his finger. "That is not the way for a Ministry official to talk to people when on duty. Either way, my humor has not had me freezing my balls off yet, so you keep your opinion in your pocket.
The Ministry wizard just shook his head and walked in.
"How do you always do that to people?" Neville asked, getting up and walking by Harry towards the door.
Harry thought. "Mostly luck," Harry said. "I guess it could be genetic, too. I do hear my father was a smartass. But more luck. Not alot of people that can make everybody laugh with either an 'I love you' or a 'fuck you'."
Neville just shook his head as they went through the doors. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, whose smart mouth my not allow him to live to tell the tale.
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Harry walked down the corridor, to the cell where they were holding Malfoy. Dumbledore was already there.
The old man's face was serious. Harry had not often seen his former headmaster's face in such a solemn state. "You may escort him, if you like," was all that he said.]
Harry just nodded. A muscular wizard recited an extremely complicated spell and the door opened. Inside, he saw Lucius Malfoy, bandaged from the curse Harry had performed upon him. That kind of curse didn't heal easily.
Lucius looked as if he were struggling for consciousness. He was sweaty and dirty. His once fine, clean hair was now messy and filthy. He looked up at Harry and grinned.
"I always hoped I would die with honor," he said. "You have no honor, Potter. No, you're just like James was. No honor at all. Always the best. Yet he wouldn't have the opportunity of dieing like I am. My name will be recited over and over for all that I have done. You're father died a useless death."
Harry had had enough. He ran walked hastily across the cell and threw a hard punch at the face of Lucius. There was blood coming from Malfoy's lip. Harry looked at Lucius with anger and said, "Don't you speak of my father that way. He died a death more important than anything you've ever done. You are dieing the usless death. What will your death accomplish for the Death Eaters? Nothing."
Lucius just smiled a bloody smile. "You have no idea. I die for the survival of all of the Death Eaters. I die so they can all have a leader."
Harry was confused. "Voldermort is dead, and you are on death row. Who else is there?"
The prisoner just smiled. Just then, the burly wizard opened the cell door. "Are you ready?"
Harry nodded. He picked up Lucius by his neck and practically dragged him to a circular room. He chained Lucius to some shackles in the middle of the room. The Elders and other witnesses were seated in the seats surrounding the middle of the room.
A witch with a long pointed nose pulled out a quill and parchment. "Does the convict have any last words?"
Harry pushed her away. "He is a criminal. His words mean nothing to us."
Lucius laughed at this. "She may not have to write this down, but that doesn't mean I have nothing more to say to you. I have one last message." With this, he paused and grinned. He stared Harry in the eyes. "Lucius Malfoy will see you soon."
Harry turned and pointed his wand at Lucius, shouting, "Morto Stakius."
Lucius screamed in agony as he felt what seemed to be many flames inside him. Seconds later, he went limp, obviously dead.
Harry walked over to the body. As he unshackled it, he noticed one hand was slightly golden in color. He shook this off and handed the body over to Ministry officials.
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This whole incident was now ruining Harry. How could he have forgotten about the night of the final task in the Triwizard Tournament? How Wormtail had recieved a replacement for the hand he sacrificed?
How could he have not realized that Lucius Malfoy had never been executed?
Peter Pettigrew had.
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Next chappie, we will move back to the present. No more flashback. This is now the part where you review and I can be happy. Chapter nine is soon, so be on your toes. Until then, I must say adios.