Chapter 2
The box of Lucius the first
Mat awoke to find him self in darkness. It was so dark he could not see his own hands unless he held them right in front of his face. He didn't know were he was or why he was there. He wondered why they even bothered taking him; he was after all a useless muggle. They could want him for information. But that would mean that the others must not have told them anything. 'Well' he thought 'at least I can still find something positive about all of this, if they do want me then the others mustn't have told them what they wanted to know. I hope there still alive, they might be luckier if they weren't though'. Well he shore as hell wasn't going to tell them a thing. no matter what they did. he found him self wondering what tortures would await him. As the hours past he found him self pondering over what little information he knew, the only effect this had was to amplify his fears, the imagination may have once been considered a wonderful thing, but in his current situation, all he could think of were the worst possible outcomes. He himself knew that some of the out comes going through his mind was outrageous.. They were impossible.. Even in a world of impossibilities.and then he found himself doubting. This is what they wanted. They wanted to intimidate him into talking; well it wasn't going to work. He would never, but even he knew that he wouldn't last forever, he would eventually die or talk.. Both having the same eventual out come for himself.
Mat hugged him self in an attempt to stay warm. He didn't know how long he'd been in there but going by the sound his stomach was making, it was well past dinner. He hadn't moved from the very spot he had first woken in nor had he dared make a sound. The clunking of heavy footsteps got his attention, they seemed to be coming from his right. A clicking noise was his only warning when light came streaming into the room momentarily blinding him in his futile attempts to see his captor. "So tell me, how exactly desperate are the rebels to resort to the level of needing help from muggles?" a cold deep voice asked. "I.I don't know what you're talking about.what rebels?" Mat asked "fool!" then the masked man muttered a curse, Mat didn't have time to register before pain like he had never felt ripped through the entire of his body, his muscles felt as if they were being torn apart, his very blood felt on fire. Then it was over his pain stoped completely. "Do you know who I am muggle? Of corse the likes of you would never come across the likes of me so I shell tell you. I am the heir to the Malfoy legacy.. To you have any idea what I'm saying. I hold your life in my hands just like I held the lives of your fellow rebels. They however refused to talk. there information would have been useful. but I lost my temper and now you. a muggle is my last resort.father was far from pleased. So you see muggle I will do what ever it takes to get the information out of you. You will not have the luxury of dieing as quick as the others" he paused as if waiting for Mat to say anything before continuing "Tell me muggle are you afraid. It must be terrifying to know that you will now be spending the rest of your miserable life being tortured and betraying the rebels you have voluntarily served. They will die because of you and theirs nothing you can do about it. oh and yes your fellow muggles will suffer because of your stupidity. All of the muggle settlements in the entire of the world will pay for your betrayal. my father and his father for generations have speared your lives because we are compassionate and this is how you repay us. All children below the age of 10 will be, exterminated" Mat peered up at the man with pure hate. there was however no point in saying anything. that would only lead to more pain. not just for him but maybe his people. "Muggle sentiment, stupid really, but a useful weapon, for every day that you do not tell me what I want to know ill dispose this world of muggles a year older than the day before. Now tell me are the lives of a few wizards worth more than so many muggles. You have a choice, the rebels you seem so intent on serving, or the thing they stand for, muggles they say are equal there for wouldn't I be right in saying that you should save the muggles". "Answer me fool, Crucio!" Mat would have given anything for it just to be over, and then it was. Mat looked up at evilness that stood before him " what do you wish to know I will answer as best I can" Mat spoke in a shaky voice, he was defeated, his stubbiness wasn't going to cost 10s of thousands there lives. "It seems that you have made the right choice your ordeal may soon be over". More footsteps this time litter got not only Mats attention but also the death eater and heir to everything. Mat could only just see past to the doorway were another man stood "ah my son. have you found a new rebel to question. I am glad to see so" there was a pause as the man came further into the room. Mat examined the man. if his inter being hadn't screamed of evilness he would have called his pointed features with blond hair.hansom. The man glanced down at him as if looking at dirt "a muggle?" "Yes father, it seems the rebels are resorting to the aid of muggles" the younger of the too said "the rebels are become to much of a nuisance.. Never in all of our reign have they dared such blatant defiance. But it is there last desperate attempt. every day they become weaker. yet" the older one peered at the younger one. "Yet what father" " I feel as if even in there moment of defeat they are a thorn in my side, stories have been circulating around the world. Stories of times before Lucius Malfoy the first. They speak of his silver box," he said, Mat seemed to go unnoticed although he listened intently. "But they are only stories. there is no box" the son turned to his father. "There is truth in the stories. but the box will be safe. I have sent a group of Death Eaters to find it. our great grandfather hide it well. But I can not risk it getting into the wrong hands" "but why. legends so ridiculous as the boy who lived. no such person could have existed" the older evil watched his son intently trying to gauge his reactions. "If the box falls into the wrong hands then rebels will be the least of our worries. Harry Potter.he was only a boy yet he defeated the most powerful Dark Wizard to ever have existed twice. what type of a chance do you think I will have. Me in all my power I would be fearful for my life if I was to ever come into the presence of Voldemort". "But Lucius the first. he defeated Harry Potter, I can remember you telling me the story. you said that the silver box was a legend, nothing more" "fool! I told you that in hopes that that's exactly what it would become a legend, unfortunately new ideas are surfacing among the rebels. rumours of the box. that is why I am here I need any information that this muggle may have. I need to know how far they have gotten and any information they might have. The only way they could have discovered that the box may be more than a legend is if there is a spy in my inner circle. These are dangerous times for us. all that our ancestors have worked for could be destroyed". With that his gaze fell upon Mat "well muggle you have herd all I have said. tell me what you know of the silver box of Lucius the first" it was not a question but an order. Mat was curled in a ball in fear, the order was very secretive he only knew what he needed to and that wasn't much. "I'm sorry sir.. I do not know. they did not share such information with me. they are careful in case of situations like this. I only knew what I had to know sir" he said "Crurio" and again Mat felt an unbearable amount of pain. This time more intense. he would have done anything with in his power to stop it. The problem is he had no power, from the moment he had been born that's what he had been taught. He had always secretly believed otherwise he was convinced that muggles could surprise wizards with what they could do if they really wanted to. It did seem at this very moment that he might never get his chance. But it's a well known fact among some people that its just when all hope seems to be lost that things seem to take a tern for the better, if you could have called this that. in any case it was a near miracle. The on going pain of the curse was making it harder for Mat to think straight his thoughts were becoming jumbled. Then when the pain stoped Mat fell on his face gasping for breath trying to remember who he was where he was and what was going on. A death eater had entered behind Malfoy. The two were currently engaged in conversation. Before the new Death Eater moved upon Mat picking him up and dragging him out of the room. The younger Malfoy turned to his father "what's going on father?" "The rebels seem to want to swap. the son of one of the main leaders actually, not just any rebel leader either our families oldest living enemies the Weaslys. For the muggle, it seems that the young Weasly made the mistake of befriending that particular boy. How fortunate for us that like all Weaslys they seem to value friendship so highly. he will of corse be useless to them. no muggle could have gone through such a powerful curse as that from some one with my power and not have gone completely mad." The older Malfoy then chuckled to him self before leaving the room.
The box of Lucius the first
Mat awoke to find him self in darkness. It was so dark he could not see his own hands unless he held them right in front of his face. He didn't know were he was or why he was there. He wondered why they even bothered taking him; he was after all a useless muggle. They could want him for information. But that would mean that the others must not have told them anything. 'Well' he thought 'at least I can still find something positive about all of this, if they do want me then the others mustn't have told them what they wanted to know. I hope there still alive, they might be luckier if they weren't though'. Well he shore as hell wasn't going to tell them a thing. no matter what they did. he found him self wondering what tortures would await him. As the hours past he found him self pondering over what little information he knew, the only effect this had was to amplify his fears, the imagination may have once been considered a wonderful thing, but in his current situation, all he could think of were the worst possible outcomes. He himself knew that some of the out comes going through his mind was outrageous.. They were impossible.. Even in a world of impossibilities.and then he found himself doubting. This is what they wanted. They wanted to intimidate him into talking; well it wasn't going to work. He would never, but even he knew that he wouldn't last forever, he would eventually die or talk.. Both having the same eventual out come for himself.
Mat hugged him self in an attempt to stay warm. He didn't know how long he'd been in there but going by the sound his stomach was making, it was well past dinner. He hadn't moved from the very spot he had first woken in nor had he dared make a sound. The clunking of heavy footsteps got his attention, they seemed to be coming from his right. A clicking noise was his only warning when light came streaming into the room momentarily blinding him in his futile attempts to see his captor. "So tell me, how exactly desperate are the rebels to resort to the level of needing help from muggles?" a cold deep voice asked. "I.I don't know what you're talking about.what rebels?" Mat asked "fool!" then the masked man muttered a curse, Mat didn't have time to register before pain like he had never felt ripped through the entire of his body, his muscles felt as if they were being torn apart, his very blood felt on fire. Then it was over his pain stoped completely. "Do you know who I am muggle? Of corse the likes of you would never come across the likes of me so I shell tell you. I am the heir to the Malfoy legacy.. To you have any idea what I'm saying. I hold your life in my hands just like I held the lives of your fellow rebels. They however refused to talk. there information would have been useful. but I lost my temper and now you. a muggle is my last resort.father was far from pleased. So you see muggle I will do what ever it takes to get the information out of you. You will not have the luxury of dieing as quick as the others" he paused as if waiting for Mat to say anything before continuing "Tell me muggle are you afraid. It must be terrifying to know that you will now be spending the rest of your miserable life being tortured and betraying the rebels you have voluntarily served. They will die because of you and theirs nothing you can do about it. oh and yes your fellow muggles will suffer because of your stupidity. All of the muggle settlements in the entire of the world will pay for your betrayal. my father and his father for generations have speared your lives because we are compassionate and this is how you repay us. All children below the age of 10 will be, exterminated" Mat peered up at the man with pure hate. there was however no point in saying anything. that would only lead to more pain. not just for him but maybe his people. "Muggle sentiment, stupid really, but a useful weapon, for every day that you do not tell me what I want to know ill dispose this world of muggles a year older than the day before. Now tell me are the lives of a few wizards worth more than so many muggles. You have a choice, the rebels you seem so intent on serving, or the thing they stand for, muggles they say are equal there for wouldn't I be right in saying that you should save the muggles". "Answer me fool, Crucio!" Mat would have given anything for it just to be over, and then it was. Mat looked up at evilness that stood before him " what do you wish to know I will answer as best I can" Mat spoke in a shaky voice, he was defeated, his stubbiness wasn't going to cost 10s of thousands there lives. "It seems that you have made the right choice your ordeal may soon be over". More footsteps this time litter got not only Mats attention but also the death eater and heir to everything. Mat could only just see past to the doorway were another man stood "ah my son. have you found a new rebel to question. I am glad to see so" there was a pause as the man came further into the room. Mat examined the man. if his inter being hadn't screamed of evilness he would have called his pointed features with blond hair.hansom. The man glanced down at him as if looking at dirt "a muggle?" "Yes father, it seems the rebels are resorting to the aid of muggles" the younger of the too said "the rebels are become to much of a nuisance.. Never in all of our reign have they dared such blatant defiance. But it is there last desperate attempt. every day they become weaker. yet" the older one peered at the younger one. "Yet what father" " I feel as if even in there moment of defeat they are a thorn in my side, stories have been circulating around the world. Stories of times before Lucius Malfoy the first. They speak of his silver box," he said, Mat seemed to go unnoticed although he listened intently. "But they are only stories. there is no box" the son turned to his father. "There is truth in the stories. but the box will be safe. I have sent a group of Death Eaters to find it. our great grandfather hide it well. But I can not risk it getting into the wrong hands" "but why. legends so ridiculous as the boy who lived. no such person could have existed" the older evil watched his son intently trying to gauge his reactions. "If the box falls into the wrong hands then rebels will be the least of our worries. Harry Potter.he was only a boy yet he defeated the most powerful Dark Wizard to ever have existed twice. what type of a chance do you think I will have. Me in all my power I would be fearful for my life if I was to ever come into the presence of Voldemort". "But Lucius the first. he defeated Harry Potter, I can remember you telling me the story. you said that the silver box was a legend, nothing more" "fool! I told you that in hopes that that's exactly what it would become a legend, unfortunately new ideas are surfacing among the rebels. rumours of the box. that is why I am here I need any information that this muggle may have. I need to know how far they have gotten and any information they might have. The only way they could have discovered that the box may be more than a legend is if there is a spy in my inner circle. These are dangerous times for us. all that our ancestors have worked for could be destroyed". With that his gaze fell upon Mat "well muggle you have herd all I have said. tell me what you know of the silver box of Lucius the first" it was not a question but an order. Mat was curled in a ball in fear, the order was very secretive he only knew what he needed to and that wasn't much. "I'm sorry sir.. I do not know. they did not share such information with me. they are careful in case of situations like this. I only knew what I had to know sir" he said "Crurio" and again Mat felt an unbearable amount of pain. This time more intense. he would have done anything with in his power to stop it. The problem is he had no power, from the moment he had been born that's what he had been taught. He had always secretly believed otherwise he was convinced that muggles could surprise wizards with what they could do if they really wanted to. It did seem at this very moment that he might never get his chance. But it's a well known fact among some people that its just when all hope seems to be lost that things seem to take a tern for the better, if you could have called this that. in any case it was a near miracle. The on going pain of the curse was making it harder for Mat to think straight his thoughts were becoming jumbled. Then when the pain stoped Mat fell on his face gasping for breath trying to remember who he was where he was and what was going on. A death eater had entered behind Malfoy. The two were currently engaged in conversation. Before the new Death Eater moved upon Mat picking him up and dragging him out of the room. The younger Malfoy turned to his father "what's going on father?" "The rebels seem to want to swap. the son of one of the main leaders actually, not just any rebel leader either our families oldest living enemies the Weaslys. For the muggle, it seems that the young Weasly made the mistake of befriending that particular boy. How fortunate for us that like all Weaslys they seem to value friendship so highly. he will of corse be useless to them. no muggle could have gone through such a powerful curse as that from some one with my power and not have gone completely mad." The older Malfoy then chuckled to him self before leaving the room.