A/N: ok chapter three! I am really proud of this, sorry I sound conceded but I really, really am proud!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but this storyline.

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Lucius pulled his robes over his shirt. He was fully healed except for that burn; the pain seemed to increase everyday. He didn't worry about it though, Lucius was sure it would start getting better soon.

He walked out of the infirmary and into the empty corridor. It was so quite it was eerie. Lucius didn't like it. It made him nervous. So nervous in fact that he jumped a foot in the air when a student exited a classroom.

"Father," said the student, "what are you doing here?" It was Draco.

Lucius said nothing. He just gazed at his son, and then he walked forward. Draco obviously thought that Lucius was going to hurt him and started backing away.

"Draco," Lucius started, "Please don't. I want to tell you something." Draco stopped and looked intently at his father who looked straight into his eyes.

"Draco I--," Lucius stuttered. Draco looked shocked and started paying attention to his father. He never stutters, he thought. This must really be important.

"Draco I love you. I may not say it but I do and--". Lucius stopped. Someone had placed a hand on his shoulder.

Lucius turned around to look at who that hand belonged to. Cornelius Fudge.

"Mr. Malfoy..I need to have a word with you..it is very important," Fudge said quietly. " Follow me..."

Lucius sighed and reluctantly followed. He gave Draco a small wave.

Draco was almost sad to see his father leave. Almost. It was true he did love his father but he couldn't immediately like him. Maybe later he would talk to him, he thought about it as walked back into the classroom.

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Lucius continued to follow Fudge until they reached an empty classroom. Lucius felt that something wasn't right. Like Fudge was up to something. "Now Lucius, Dumbledore has told me that you are in fact a Death Eater." Fudge looked at him coldly. "You have been lying to the Ministry for years! I am furious! I can't believe that I actually trusted you, even befriend you," his face was now livid. "This is it! No Azkaban for you! Oh no! You are finished!" "Fudge, I am done with all that! I have nothing to do with Voldemort anymore," Fudge cringed at the mention of Voldemort's name. "Please, you have to listen to me! I--" Lucius stopped as he saw three Dementors enter the room. "No.no you wouldn't." "I would Lucius," said Fudge. "Get him," he commanded the tall hooded creatures. Lucius backed away from the creatures. He searched his robes for his wand. He was too nervous to even think about any movement he made. His mind was blank. He started moving faster. He looked a round. Fudge was guarding the door with another Dementor at his side. Lucius backed into a window. He looked out of it. Damn, he thought, too high! I have no way out! And where the hell is my wand? Then it hit him; his wand was in the infirmary. Now all three Dementors had surrounded him. Lucius started breathing heavily. He had no where to run. One of the creatures removed its hood and Lucius saw the gaping hole that was its mouth. It now moved closer to him, outreaching its dead hands toward his face. The Dementor grabbed his face and pulled it forward. Lucius fought back as much as he could. He kicked the first Dementor as hard a possible. The Dementor let go him and recoiled. Now the two other creatures picked him up and slammed him into the wall. Lucius tried fighting back but the Dementors had unnerving strength. Now the first one glided forward. Even though its face was featureless Lucius could tell it was angry. The angered Dementor grabbed Lucius' face roughly and lowered its mouth. Lucius flailed his legs landing kicks whenever possible. Its mouth was now a mere inch from Lucius. He could feel its dead breath upon his face. At this moment the door was launched of its hinges and into the air along with Fudge. He landed unconscious a few meters from the door. Dumbledore stood there with his wand ready. As soon as the dust and chips of wood settled, he ran straight to the Dementors. "EXPECTUM PATRONUS!!!" The Dementors scattered, dropping Lucius onto the hard marble floor.

Lucius got up as fast as he could. He was in awe of the situation.

"RUN," Dumbledore yelled and tossed Lucius his wand.

Lucius ran as quickly as he could to the door. He could here the Dementors chasing after him. He quickened his pace. He would rather die then have his soul sucked out of him.

Soon Lucius reached the grounds and headed to the Forbidden Forest. The students who were in Care of Magical Creatures gawked at him as he sped by. Lucius didn't care. He wanted to get away.

Lucius reached the forest and kept running. He didn't care where he ended up. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore. He was loosing everything. His life was falling apart. He had lost his wife; the Ministry of Magic wanted him dead, well as close to dead as possible, and his son.Lucius didn't think that Draco loved him at all.

He stopped as he felt a familiar burning behind his eyes. I will not cry, he thought, I will not cry. Hot tears fell from his grey eyes.

He walked over to a tree and rested. Lucius let the tears come. He didn't care anymore. He needed to cry, badly.

"No where to run is there Lucius?" The cold voice sent shivers down Lucius' spine.

Lucius looked at Voldemort and started backing away. He tripped over a tree root and into a dead end. Lucius swallowed hard.

"Oh well isn't this going to be fun?"

Lucius couldn't move. He was frozen with fear. He knew what Voldemort could do; he had seen it with his own two eyes.

Voldemort pulled him to his feet. "Well aren't you going to say anything?" Voldemort looked at him with his snake like eyes.

"I will kill you," Lucius whispered. "I will make you suffer! You killed my wife! You made my life miserable!" Lucius paused to breathe, he was loosing his composure. "YOU BASTARD!!! I HATE YOU!!! I HATE YOU!!!" Tears started pouring from his eyes. They were tears of pure hatred for Voldemort. Lucius started shaking.

His breathing became rigid and forced. He lunged at Voldemort.

Voldemort was, however, expecting this and merely stepped to the side letting Lucius fall painfully to his knees.

Lucius got up slowly, as if not to agitate his bloodied knees.

"It is not wise to run like a mad man at me."Said Voldemort calmly, giving Lucius a strange look.

Lucius chuckled.

"What are you laughing about fool?"

Lucius just laughed harder, looking utterly insane. He grabbed at a stitch in his side. Now he was hysterical and he couldn't stop laughing.

Voldemort looked at Lucius; shock was evident in his crimson eyes.

"Y-you want t-t-to know why I- I'm l-laughing," Lucius said holding back more fits of uncontrolled laughter. "I am laughing because I don't care! I don't give rat's ass what you do to me!" He laughed more, thoroughly increasing Voldemort's ire. "You've ruined my life as much as possible.I mean how could you make it any more horrible than it already is?" As soon as the words left his mouth Lucius knew the answer.

"Apparently, Lucius, you have forgotten your son. What was his name? Draco?"

Lucius said nothing; if Voldemort really would kill Draco then he truly would have nothing. What if the only why to save his life was.

"No." Lucius looked at Voldemort, his grey eyes widening with shock. "I will not allow you to take him as a Death Eater. I-I forbid it!"

"That sounded like an order, Malfoy. And from what I remember people do not give me orders." Voldemort's eyes glinted in the dark twilight of the Forbidden Forest.

"You will allow me to take him. That is, of course, if you want him to live past his fifteenth birthday. I suppose if you wanted to sacrifice yourself.but that would be rather pointless would it not? Of course I would take him anyway once you were out of the way.

"It amazes me how one of my most avid followers has now become one of my worst enemies, well after Dumbledore and those bloody Potters.

"So the question is, Malfoy, do you want your son to live?"

Lucius took a shuddering breath. "Yes, but not this way. You cannot take him. That's final. "

"Is it? Is it really final? Because the way I see it, it's far from over."