Don't own it and neither do you. Characters belong to J.K. (bows down). This story is mine. Archive: Most definitely not, I have my own. So you make your own.
Blips of dialogue between Lucius and Goyle. It will be a prologue for a new story.
**Please, Please, Please Read and Review**Veela of Erised
"How could I have been so stupid? I could have killed him like that."
"Zap!" He was emulating a wand in his hand. He looked up at his cellmate with an empty gaze, "like that, just like that."
"I know," he murmured, "you've told me since we got here."
Lucius stared blankly at his hands, "He could have been dead like the rest of them."
"Well he's not. He's alive and you're here in Azkaban."
Malfoy grinned, "Yes, but I've got friends in high places. It's only a matter of time before I get out."
"You're in denial, Lucius. Things have changed. The Ministry and Dumbledore are working together now. You're here for the kiss."
Malfoy cocked his head back and looked up at the small barred window overhead.
"Need I remind you, Goyle, that I have not broken my ties."
"Quit the shit, Lucius. It's over. There are no more ties. Everything's gone."
"Not everything," said Malfoy hoarsely. He rolled up the sleeve of his robe. "The mark is still there."
"Of course it is; it's been burned in!"
"No! No, he's getting stronger. He will find a way."
Goyle stared at him disbelievingly, "These aren't the old times, Lucius. We have no hope. All we can do now is wait for the Dementors."
A cold menacing rage was contorting Malfoy's face. "No! I will not! There will be no Dementors!"
As he fell to the floor trembling, Goyle shouted, "Lucius, it's time for you to accept your fate."
"It will be no fate of mine! I will not accept it because it will not come to be."
"Your name means nothing anymore," Goyle hissed, "the house of Malfoy has fallen!"
"But, my name means everything to the Ministry."
"Evil's right hand."
"But the Dementors, they work…"
"For Voldemort, yes. And so do the giants. But why should they help us when there's nothing in it for them?"
"He needs his Deatheaters, though. He needs us."
"No he doesn't. Only a chance to duel Harry Potter to his death. He used you Lucius. Just like he used the rest of us. You proved yourself useful and now you're out of his way."
"He still needs me though!"
"He needs you about as much as he needs Wormtail now. So why should he bother with the Dementors? You'll be kissed; and that's that."
"The Dark Lord would never leave his greatest servant here."