A/N: yes chapter seven. Yeah that's all I have to say. OH YEAH! No one
caught on to the lightning thing: "Severus standing there, looking utterly
shocked, as if he had been struck by lightning twice in a row." Cuz Severus
WAS struck by lightning twice. . . Draco and Trelawny. Wink Wink Nudge
nudge . . . k yeah. . .
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Lucius! And I have changed him just enough
to make in legal . . . he now wears pirate attire . . . heh heh heh heh . .
. . .
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Lucius slept in the dark cell huddled in a corner, resting his weak body against the cold rock. His breathing was peaceful, calm, as if he were somewhere happy . . . somewhere else. . .
The rattling breath of a Dementor awoke Lucius from his only refuge. He looked over at the foul creature, which placed a small dish and a goblet near the steel bars of the door.
Lucius ignored the small amount of food that had be left for him and closed his sorrow filled eyes.
Though he had been in Azkaban for little more than three weeks, his appearance and demeanor had changed grievously.
His once soft platinum blonde hair now hung limp and unkempt. His face looked as if he hadn't slept for weeks. His once sculpted build was becoming thinner and thinner from lack of food.
Yet it was his eyes that had changed most. Once like glimmering silver, they had become a placid slate. No longer were they proud, but timid and tormented.
He emitted a sound that was full of hate and pain. The only thing to get away from the sorrow that he constantly thought about was sleep, but even then he still dreamt about his murdered wife, his lost friendship with Snape, and. . . Something he hated to bear think about. . .
He was a bad father. He knew it and hated it. He wanted anything to change the past, he wished . . . he wish he hadn't of been so cruel and heartless towards Draco. . .
Lucius heard an icy cackling. He swung he head around searching for the laughter.
~Just one of the other prisoners . . . that's all it was . . . ~
He heard the laughter again. It sounded . . . it sounded like the voice was . . . in his head. . .
~No. . . . It couldn't be in my head. . . I'm not crazy . . . ~
{Not crazy . . . just . . . troubled}
Lucius again searched for the source of the cold voice, but found nothing.
{What do you search for, friend?}
~what-who are you? ~
{You don't need to know my name . . . you can trust me . . .}
Lucius thought about this for a moment. He didn't like the sound of this. It confused and frightened him. A voice in his head that wasn't his own. A voice that answered his own ponderings and thoughts. It didn't sound right. . .
"How can I trust you?" said Lucius aloud, "What do you-- "
There was a loud crash and a female voice flowed down the corridors of Azkaban.
"NO!!! YOU CAN'T KEEP ME HERE!!!"
Lucius watched as a struggling woman flanked by two Dementors moved in front of his cell.
One of the hooded creatures opened Lucius's chamber. The other shoved her roughly in with its putrid hands. The bars closed shut with a dreary clank.
She quickly got up and started pulling at the steal bars. "LET ME OUT OF HERE!!! LET ME OUT FOR CHR-"
"They won't come," said Lucius drowsily, "They never do." He crawled foreword and rested his head on between two poles.
She looked at Lucius for a moment then asked, "How long have you been here?"
"Three weeks . . . four days . . . Twenty one hours. . ." His mood seemed as if he was intoxicated, yet he was fully aware of surroundings.
"Really . . . but you haven't gone . . . well . . . insane. . ."
"No. . .It's not hard for me to stay sane. If I stay sane I see my son again. That is my goal."
She ran her hand through the red curls that rested upon her head. She then walked to one of the walls and slide down resting her back against dripping stone.
"I'm Richelle."
Lucius looked up from a rock he was examining and replied groggily, "Lucius. . ."
Richelle stared at him for a moment and said, "You're Lucius Malfoy aren't you?"
"Right you are. . . "He answered staring at the pattern the stones made on the wall.
She gave him a quizzical look and questioned, ". . . are you sure you haven't gone insane?"
"Not insane . . . tired . . . hungry . . . I've not eaten in a week, you know? But I feel that it does me better to starve than eat the rubbish they feed here . . . though the water is quite refreshing. . ."
"Ah. Might I ask why you are here?"
"Yes you might. I am here for previously being a Death Eater . . . not one now I might add. Also, well never mind I'd rather not speak of it. But enough of me, why are you here?" Richelle blushed and got a sheepish looked on her pale skin, "well I kind of . . . sort of . . . ambushed someone important. . ."
Lucius raised an eyebrow and a smirk spread across his lips, "Really, who?"
She mumbled something incoherently and examined her finger nail.
"Hm?"
"Cornelius Fudge. . ."
"Fudge? Oh Lord!!!" Lucius broke out in silent laughter that came out in wheezes while Richelle tried to explain.
"He's terrible for our world!!! He has NO clue what he is doing! Sending people HERE with no trials," Lucius gave a small 'here, here'. "He has entrusted the Dementors! HE won't BELIEVE the fact that-"
"I'm glad to see that I have loyal supporters. . ." Said an all too familiar voice.
"Fudge," Lucius croaked weakly, "your supporters are nothing but fools. . ."
Fudge glared at the blonde wizard, "mister Malfoy, so glad to see that you're fairing . . . well. . ."
~Why hasn't he gone insane? How do they do this? First Black, now Malfoy~
"Yes, but 'well' doesn't exactly do this hellhole justice, does it Fudge?"
Fudge looked at Lucius with a very nasty grin on his face. "Well then you'll be glad to hear that you'll be getting out of here," he cleared his throat, "rather soon."
Lucius said nothing though his heart had leapt a mile in his chest. He was being released . . . but this was too good to be true . . . Fudge would never let him out of Azkaban. The only way would be. . .
"No!" Lucius pulled him self up with difficulty and swayed on his feet once the task was done. "You . . . you are going to execute me?"
"Yes . . . in a fortnight Lucius Malfoy with be nothing but a memory. Ta."
He walked away with a smug look on his face.
"NO!!! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME FUDGE!!!!" Some of the prisoners tried to see what was happening. "FUDGE!!! YOU-YOU. . ." he started calling the Minister every name he could think of until Fudge was out of ear shot.
Lucius raised his eyes to the ceiling and let out a scream of ire. He walked to the back of the cell and punched the stone wall with as much strength he could muster. He felt the bones break but he was blinded with rage. Soon his anger melted away and an unwavering sadness crept upon him.
"Lucius . . . er. . ." She couldn't quite think of what to say to this stranger; after all, he was only just that . . . a stranger. "I'm sorry. . ." Richelle had only just met him but she really liked Lucius and she could stand to see him implemented.
Lucius sank to his knees and looked at Richelle through tear sodden eyes. "I'm never going to see him again . . . never . . ." He fell to the floor in a dead faint; the lack of food had finally caught up with him.
~*~
Cold water entered Lucius's mouth and he gagged. He found his head was resting on something soft. He opened his eyes to see a pair a light blue ones gazing at him with concern. "Richelle. . .?"
"Shh . . ." She placed the dirty goblet to his lips and the cool liquid fell down his throat. Lucius closed his eyes as she smoothed out his long tousled hair.
~this is nice~ he thought fondly ~it feels . . . right~
"H-how long have I been out?"
"Three days," she said grimly. Lucius could tell the Dementors had started to get to her.
"Thank you for tending to me. I . . ." He couldn't think of much more to say. This woman whom he barely knew cared enough to help him. "I am ever grateful."
She smiled sadly. "I couldn't do anything about your hand . . . have no wand."
"Oh. Well that was my fault any ways." He lifted his head from her thighs and held himself up with is good hand. She held the broken hand in her own.
"Its badly busted you know. You must have been really mad."
"Or strong. . ."
Richelle smiled weakly and help him up so he could rest his back on the stone. "I really shouldn't have hit the wall with a closed fist. You know if I had SMACKED it my hand would have only stung for a moment . . ."
Richelle just looked at him. "I think. . . I think I am going to get some rest. . . "
"Wait! Uh . . . I just wanted to say thank you again and," he kissed her on the cheek.
She stared at him for a moment then moved closer.
~she's really too close . . . her head's an inch from mine~
"Um." Lucius swallowed and breathed nervously.
{You can't kiss her}
Lucius started in surprise and banged his head with Richelle's.
"OH GOD!! I-I am SO sorry!!!"
Richelle rubbed her forehead vigorously giving Lucius a few dirty looks. "Malfoy!!" There was an urgent whisper at the cell entrance.
Lucius looked around to see something in a black cloak. Hands rose up and removed the hood so a face with square glassed appeared. A black bun covered the top of the head.
"MALFOY!" The whisper was more serious this time.
"McGonagall?"
"Professor McGonagall," she corrected, "and I'm here to get you out"
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Lucius slept in the dark cell huddled in a corner, resting his weak body against the cold rock. His breathing was peaceful, calm, as if he were somewhere happy . . . somewhere else. . .
The rattling breath of a Dementor awoke Lucius from his only refuge. He looked over at the foul creature, which placed a small dish and a goblet near the steel bars of the door.
Lucius ignored the small amount of food that had be left for him and closed his sorrow filled eyes.
Though he had been in Azkaban for little more than three weeks, his appearance and demeanor had changed grievously.
His once soft platinum blonde hair now hung limp and unkempt. His face looked as if he hadn't slept for weeks. His once sculpted build was becoming thinner and thinner from lack of food.
Yet it was his eyes that had changed most. Once like glimmering silver, they had become a placid slate. No longer were they proud, but timid and tormented.
He emitted a sound that was full of hate and pain. The only thing to get away from the sorrow that he constantly thought about was sleep, but even then he still dreamt about his murdered wife, his lost friendship with Snape, and. . . Something he hated to bear think about. . .
He was a bad father. He knew it and hated it. He wanted anything to change the past, he wished . . . he wish he hadn't of been so cruel and heartless towards Draco. . .
Lucius heard an icy cackling. He swung he head around searching for the laughter.
~Just one of the other prisoners . . . that's all it was . . . ~
He heard the laughter again. It sounded . . . it sounded like the voice was . . . in his head. . .
~No. . . . It couldn't be in my head. . . I'm not crazy . . . ~
{Not crazy . . . just . . . troubled}
Lucius again searched for the source of the cold voice, but found nothing.
{What do you search for, friend?}
~what-who are you? ~
{You don't need to know my name . . . you can trust me . . .}
Lucius thought about this for a moment. He didn't like the sound of this. It confused and frightened him. A voice in his head that wasn't his own. A voice that answered his own ponderings and thoughts. It didn't sound right. . .
"How can I trust you?" said Lucius aloud, "What do you-- "
There was a loud crash and a female voice flowed down the corridors of Azkaban.
"NO!!! YOU CAN'T KEEP ME HERE!!!"
Lucius watched as a struggling woman flanked by two Dementors moved in front of his cell.
One of the hooded creatures opened Lucius's chamber. The other shoved her roughly in with its putrid hands. The bars closed shut with a dreary clank.
She quickly got up and started pulling at the steal bars. "LET ME OUT OF HERE!!! LET ME OUT FOR CHR-"
"They won't come," said Lucius drowsily, "They never do." He crawled foreword and rested his head on between two poles.
She looked at Lucius for a moment then asked, "How long have you been here?"
"Three weeks . . . four days . . . Twenty one hours. . ." His mood seemed as if he was intoxicated, yet he was fully aware of surroundings.
"Really . . . but you haven't gone . . . well . . . insane. . ."
"No. . .It's not hard for me to stay sane. If I stay sane I see my son again. That is my goal."
She ran her hand through the red curls that rested upon her head. She then walked to one of the walls and slide down resting her back against dripping stone.
"I'm Richelle."
Lucius looked up from a rock he was examining and replied groggily, "Lucius. . ."
Richelle stared at him for a moment and said, "You're Lucius Malfoy aren't you?"
"Right you are. . . "He answered staring at the pattern the stones made on the wall.
She gave him a quizzical look and questioned, ". . . are you sure you haven't gone insane?"
"Not insane . . . tired . . . hungry . . . I've not eaten in a week, you know? But I feel that it does me better to starve than eat the rubbish they feed here . . . though the water is quite refreshing. . ."
"Ah. Might I ask why you are here?"
"Yes you might. I am here for previously being a Death Eater . . . not one now I might add. Also, well never mind I'd rather not speak of it. But enough of me, why are you here?" Richelle blushed and got a sheepish looked on her pale skin, "well I kind of . . . sort of . . . ambushed someone important. . ."
Lucius raised an eyebrow and a smirk spread across his lips, "Really, who?"
She mumbled something incoherently and examined her finger nail.
"Hm?"
"Cornelius Fudge. . ."
"Fudge? Oh Lord!!!" Lucius broke out in silent laughter that came out in wheezes while Richelle tried to explain.
"He's terrible for our world!!! He has NO clue what he is doing! Sending people HERE with no trials," Lucius gave a small 'here, here'. "He has entrusted the Dementors! HE won't BELIEVE the fact that-"
"I'm glad to see that I have loyal supporters. . ." Said an all too familiar voice.
"Fudge," Lucius croaked weakly, "your supporters are nothing but fools. . ."
Fudge glared at the blonde wizard, "mister Malfoy, so glad to see that you're fairing . . . well. . ."
~Why hasn't he gone insane? How do they do this? First Black, now Malfoy~
"Yes, but 'well' doesn't exactly do this hellhole justice, does it Fudge?"
Fudge looked at Lucius with a very nasty grin on his face. "Well then you'll be glad to hear that you'll be getting out of here," he cleared his throat, "rather soon."
Lucius said nothing though his heart had leapt a mile in his chest. He was being released . . . but this was too good to be true . . . Fudge would never let him out of Azkaban. The only way would be. . .
"No!" Lucius pulled him self up with difficulty and swayed on his feet once the task was done. "You . . . you are going to execute me?"
"Yes . . . in a fortnight Lucius Malfoy with be nothing but a memory. Ta."
He walked away with a smug look on his face.
"NO!!! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME FUDGE!!!!" Some of the prisoners tried to see what was happening. "FUDGE!!! YOU-YOU. . ." he started calling the Minister every name he could think of until Fudge was out of ear shot.
Lucius raised his eyes to the ceiling and let out a scream of ire. He walked to the back of the cell and punched the stone wall with as much strength he could muster. He felt the bones break but he was blinded with rage. Soon his anger melted away and an unwavering sadness crept upon him.
"Lucius . . . er. . ." She couldn't quite think of what to say to this stranger; after all, he was only just that . . . a stranger. "I'm sorry. . ." Richelle had only just met him but she really liked Lucius and she could stand to see him implemented.
Lucius sank to his knees and looked at Richelle through tear sodden eyes. "I'm never going to see him again . . . never . . ." He fell to the floor in a dead faint; the lack of food had finally caught up with him.
~*~
Cold water entered Lucius's mouth and he gagged. He found his head was resting on something soft. He opened his eyes to see a pair a light blue ones gazing at him with concern. "Richelle. . .?"
"Shh . . ." She placed the dirty goblet to his lips and the cool liquid fell down his throat. Lucius closed his eyes as she smoothed out his long tousled hair.
~this is nice~ he thought fondly ~it feels . . . right~
"H-how long have I been out?"
"Three days," she said grimly. Lucius could tell the Dementors had started to get to her.
"Thank you for tending to me. I . . ." He couldn't think of much more to say. This woman whom he barely knew cared enough to help him. "I am ever grateful."
She smiled sadly. "I couldn't do anything about your hand . . . have no wand."
"Oh. Well that was my fault any ways." He lifted his head from her thighs and held himself up with is good hand. She held the broken hand in her own.
"Its badly busted you know. You must have been really mad."
"Or strong. . ."
Richelle smiled weakly and help him up so he could rest his back on the stone. "I really shouldn't have hit the wall with a closed fist. You know if I had SMACKED it my hand would have only stung for a moment . . ."
Richelle just looked at him. "I think. . . I think I am going to get some rest. . . "
"Wait! Uh . . . I just wanted to say thank you again and," he kissed her on the cheek.
She stared at him for a moment then moved closer.
~she's really too close . . . her head's an inch from mine~
"Um." Lucius swallowed and breathed nervously.
{You can't kiss her}
Lucius started in surprise and banged his head with Richelle's.
"OH GOD!! I-I am SO sorry!!!"
Richelle rubbed her forehead vigorously giving Lucius a few dirty looks. "Malfoy!!" There was an urgent whisper at the cell entrance.
Lucius looked around to see something in a black cloak. Hands rose up and removed the hood so a face with square glassed appeared. A black bun covered the top of the head.
"MALFOY!" The whisper was more serious this time.
"McGonagall?"
"Professor McGonagall," she corrected, "and I'm here to get you out"
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