A/N: Chapter 4!!!!! Yes, yes, I have many plans now.ok yes so please r&r. (
Disclaimer: I own nothing, cept Lucius.THAT'S WHAT I SAID NOTHING!!!!
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Voldemort walked towards Lucius, a horrible crooked grin spreading across his ugly face.
He raised wand and pointed it at Lucius who stood frozen.
"Imperio," said Voldemort with an odd tone to his voice.
Lucius felt nothing but pure relaxation. He didn't want this feeling to end. all thoughts were stripped from his mind. It was.pure bliss.
A cold voice cut through the silence
.let him join us.
Lucius was about to say yes..
.let Draco join us.
No, I don't think so, it sounds like a horrible thing to do, said a voice in the back of Lucius' mind.
.let him join us!
Why, isn't he my son?
.damn it Malfoy, let him join us!
No.
..let HIM!
No.
.LET HIM YOU BLOODY FOOL!!
"NO!!!"
Lucius breathed hard, aware he wasn't in the dreamlike trance anymore.
Voldemort looked ready to kill. His fists were clenched, his teeth were grinding together. "Now you will truly pay Malfoy! I will kill you and then your son!" He laughed coldly.
"I do think that you have had enough of the Cruciatus Curse, you did take that rather well. Better that you wife"
Lucius felt his heart pounding against his ribs. He slowly put his hand inside his robes while Voldemort laughed to himself.
Quickly he raised his wand and send green sparks into the air, he knew that he would need help. Lucius desperately hoped somebody had seen.
Surprisingly Voldemort had not noticed Lucius doing this. The blonde took this moment to curse Voldemort. He waved his wand and quietly aimed it at him.
A streak of lightning blue erupted from Lucius' wand hitting the dark Lord squarely in the chest, knocking him off his feet
Lucius ran; he knew he was being a coward but right now that's all he could do.
Then he heard it, the unmistakable cry of a stunning spell.
As if in slow motion Lucius turn around and cried, "PROTEGO!" Lucius shield spell would have been perfect if he had done it half a second earlier. But instead of being stunned the two spells combined, exploded and sent him spinning through the air.
Lucius lay on his stomach, wincing and groaning. He felt a hand grasp his forearm. Lucius cried out in pain. The burn on his arm is stung and throbbed. He wrenched his arm from Voldemort, pulled up his sleeve and gasped at what he saw. The burn had turned a horrible bright colour, like molten lava. It was smoldering now, thin wisps of smoke rose from the wound into the night air.
Voldemort grabbed Lucius's platinum hair and pull harshly upwards bringing Lucius to his feet. He however, did not let go of the blonde's hair. Instead he lead Lucius's head roughly into a near by tree.
Voldemort pulled Lucius's head back and look at his face. His eyes were slightly crossed and there was blood trailing from his nose.
Voldemort threw Lucius to the ground, who fell limply on to his knees.
Lucius stared at his hands; he knew his death was near. He had to face the inevitable. He sighed.
Voldemort cried some magical words that Lucius didn't really understand. It was most likely Avada Kedavra. The spell hit him head on. But instead of dying he fell something wrap around him. Lucius was now being lifted off the ground. He looked a Voldemort who now was clenching his hands tight as if he was squeezing something..
Then he felt it. At first the slight tightening around his body was hardly noticeable but now Lucius felt himself being squeezed painfully. He closed his eyes as he felt his newly healed ribs crack. His eyes rolled into the back of his as the tension became greater and greater. He cried out in pain. This was obviously what Voldemort had wanted because Lucius felt himself hitting the hard ground of the forest.
Lucius gasped for air. He could barely breathe.
"Stand up you filthy bastard," said Voldemort maliciously.
Lucius didn't move, and even if he wanted to he couldn't. His legs had lost all feeling,
"I said STAND UP!!" Voldemort flicked his wand and Lucius was pulled to his feet.
Lucius staged backwards and braced himself with a tree. He could barely stand, and sharp pains pierced his chest with each intake of cold air. Voldemort smiled. "Well friend this shall be out last meeting. I am quite happy to say that I will never see you again," he said as he walked towards Lucius.
Lucius tried to run but his legs wouldn't move. Voldemort got closer and closer. He pulled out a long dagger just as he reached Lucius.
"Good bye."
Voldemort drove the dagger deeply into Lucius's stomach, right through to his back and into the tree.
Lucius echoed a silent scream, and blood seeped from his lips. He groped the back of Voldemort's robes.
Voldemort pulled away leaving the dagger in Lucius's wounded body.
"Farewell," laughed Voldemort as he walked deeper into the forest, vanishing from sight.
Lucius places his quivering hands onto the hilt and pulled it carefully from his body. He moaned horribly as the sharp edges of the knife separated more of his body from the other.
He staggered forward and fell to the ground, hitting his brow on a sharp root. Lucius slowly rolled to his back as blood streamed from his head, back, mouth and stomach. His life was leaving quickly, but Lucius was in so much pain he wanted his life to end at that very moment.
He heard heavy footsteps.
It's too late now..
They quickened.
Why must you disturb me? I wish to die in peace.
"OH LORD!!!"
Lucius groaned as he felt himself lifted carefully off the ground. He looked to see who was carrying him. Hagrid?
"H-H-Hagrid? Wha-?"
"Quiet, save yer energy," came the husky reply.
Lucius moaned and closed his eyes. He wondered why he wasn't dead. Maybe all the potions that were pumped into him before had saved his life.
"Where--?"
"To the castle, Dumbledore'll help yeh. Great man Dumbledore."
Lucius opened his mouth to say 'why' but Hagrid answered his unasked question.
"I'm helpin' yeh 'cause it's the righ' thing to do. I know before I tended to hate you Malfoys bu' Dumbledore says yer changin' and I'll believe 'im. Besides it's wrong to leave someone to die out here."
"Who, who.told.you.I.was.here," gasped Lucius. His lips were now coated in blood along with his robes. His eyes were slightly glazed and his skin was paler that usual. He blink blood from his grey eyes.
"Well, I saw the sparks, so I decided to ask Dumbledore what they were and he said it'd be you and that I should go get yeh. An' stop talkin'!!! Yer gonna kill yerself if yeh keep jabberin' away like this!!!"
"What if I don't want to live?"
"What is it yer talkin' 'bout Malfoy?"
"I.I have no reason to live.why don't you just.let me die," Said Lucius painfully.
"Sure yeh have summat to live for! Yeh have Draco!"
Lucius stared at the full moon. Draco.yes.then I will live.for him.I will live for my son.
Lucius closed his eyes with a new cause for life burning within him. He would live now, for Draco, the only thing he had left.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, cept Lucius.THAT'S WHAT I SAID NOTHING!!!!
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Voldemort walked towards Lucius, a horrible crooked grin spreading across his ugly face.
He raised wand and pointed it at Lucius who stood frozen.
"Imperio," said Voldemort with an odd tone to his voice.
Lucius felt nothing but pure relaxation. He didn't want this feeling to end. all thoughts were stripped from his mind. It was.pure bliss.
A cold voice cut through the silence
.let him join us.
Lucius was about to say yes..
.let Draco join us.
No, I don't think so, it sounds like a horrible thing to do, said a voice in the back of Lucius' mind.
.let him join us!
Why, isn't he my son?
.damn it Malfoy, let him join us!
No.
..let HIM!
No.
.LET HIM YOU BLOODY FOOL!!
"NO!!!"
Lucius breathed hard, aware he wasn't in the dreamlike trance anymore.
Voldemort looked ready to kill. His fists were clenched, his teeth were grinding together. "Now you will truly pay Malfoy! I will kill you and then your son!" He laughed coldly.
"I do think that you have had enough of the Cruciatus Curse, you did take that rather well. Better that you wife"
Lucius felt his heart pounding against his ribs. He slowly put his hand inside his robes while Voldemort laughed to himself.
Quickly he raised his wand and send green sparks into the air, he knew that he would need help. Lucius desperately hoped somebody had seen.
Surprisingly Voldemort had not noticed Lucius doing this. The blonde took this moment to curse Voldemort. He waved his wand and quietly aimed it at him.
A streak of lightning blue erupted from Lucius' wand hitting the dark Lord squarely in the chest, knocking him off his feet
Lucius ran; he knew he was being a coward but right now that's all he could do.
Then he heard it, the unmistakable cry of a stunning spell.
As if in slow motion Lucius turn around and cried, "PROTEGO!" Lucius shield spell would have been perfect if he had done it half a second earlier. But instead of being stunned the two spells combined, exploded and sent him spinning through the air.
Lucius lay on his stomach, wincing and groaning. He felt a hand grasp his forearm. Lucius cried out in pain. The burn on his arm is stung and throbbed. He wrenched his arm from Voldemort, pulled up his sleeve and gasped at what he saw. The burn had turned a horrible bright colour, like molten lava. It was smoldering now, thin wisps of smoke rose from the wound into the night air.
Voldemort grabbed Lucius's platinum hair and pull harshly upwards bringing Lucius to his feet. He however, did not let go of the blonde's hair. Instead he lead Lucius's head roughly into a near by tree.
Voldemort pulled Lucius's head back and look at his face. His eyes were slightly crossed and there was blood trailing from his nose.
Voldemort threw Lucius to the ground, who fell limply on to his knees.
Lucius stared at his hands; he knew his death was near. He had to face the inevitable. He sighed.
Voldemort cried some magical words that Lucius didn't really understand. It was most likely Avada Kedavra. The spell hit him head on. But instead of dying he fell something wrap around him. Lucius was now being lifted off the ground. He looked a Voldemort who now was clenching his hands tight as if he was squeezing something..
Then he felt it. At first the slight tightening around his body was hardly noticeable but now Lucius felt himself being squeezed painfully. He closed his eyes as he felt his newly healed ribs crack. His eyes rolled into the back of his as the tension became greater and greater. He cried out in pain. This was obviously what Voldemort had wanted because Lucius felt himself hitting the hard ground of the forest.
Lucius gasped for air. He could barely breathe.
"Stand up you filthy bastard," said Voldemort maliciously.
Lucius didn't move, and even if he wanted to he couldn't. His legs had lost all feeling,
"I said STAND UP!!" Voldemort flicked his wand and Lucius was pulled to his feet.
Lucius staged backwards and braced himself with a tree. He could barely stand, and sharp pains pierced his chest with each intake of cold air. Voldemort smiled. "Well friend this shall be out last meeting. I am quite happy to say that I will never see you again," he said as he walked towards Lucius.
Lucius tried to run but his legs wouldn't move. Voldemort got closer and closer. He pulled out a long dagger just as he reached Lucius.
"Good bye."
Voldemort drove the dagger deeply into Lucius's stomach, right through to his back and into the tree.
Lucius echoed a silent scream, and blood seeped from his lips. He groped the back of Voldemort's robes.
Voldemort pulled away leaving the dagger in Lucius's wounded body.
"Farewell," laughed Voldemort as he walked deeper into the forest, vanishing from sight.
Lucius places his quivering hands onto the hilt and pulled it carefully from his body. He moaned horribly as the sharp edges of the knife separated more of his body from the other.
He staggered forward and fell to the ground, hitting his brow on a sharp root. Lucius slowly rolled to his back as blood streamed from his head, back, mouth and stomach. His life was leaving quickly, but Lucius was in so much pain he wanted his life to end at that very moment.
He heard heavy footsteps.
It's too late now..
They quickened.
Why must you disturb me? I wish to die in peace.
"OH LORD!!!"
Lucius groaned as he felt himself lifted carefully off the ground. He looked to see who was carrying him. Hagrid?
"H-H-Hagrid? Wha-?"
"Quiet, save yer energy," came the husky reply.
Lucius moaned and closed his eyes. He wondered why he wasn't dead. Maybe all the potions that were pumped into him before had saved his life.
"Where--?"
"To the castle, Dumbledore'll help yeh. Great man Dumbledore."
Lucius opened his mouth to say 'why' but Hagrid answered his unasked question.
"I'm helpin' yeh 'cause it's the righ' thing to do. I know before I tended to hate you Malfoys bu' Dumbledore says yer changin' and I'll believe 'im. Besides it's wrong to leave someone to die out here."
"Who, who.told.you.I.was.here," gasped Lucius. His lips were now coated in blood along with his robes. His eyes were slightly glazed and his skin was paler that usual. He blink blood from his grey eyes.
"Well, I saw the sparks, so I decided to ask Dumbledore what they were and he said it'd be you and that I should go get yeh. An' stop talkin'!!! Yer gonna kill yerself if yeh keep jabberin' away like this!!!"
"What if I don't want to live?"
"What is it yer talkin' 'bout Malfoy?"
"I.I have no reason to live.why don't you just.let me die," Said Lucius painfully.
"Sure yeh have summat to live for! Yeh have Draco!"
Lucius stared at the full moon. Draco.yes.then I will live.for him.I will live for my son.
Lucius closed his eyes with a new cause for life burning within him. He would live now, for Draco, the only thing he had left.
