Author's Note: This story begins during the Second year at Hogwarts, during the Chamber of Secrets and will continue as time goes on. This is my first Harry Potter fanfic and along with my friend, ElfFlame, we are writing a series of four stories, which begins with ElfFlame's story- True Revenge. All four of these stories are interrelated and for the best understanding of the characters as we see them, they should be read in conjunction to each other. As always, I own none of this wonderful world that JK Rowling has created.
Author's Note: At this point in time I would just like to say that in telling events of this story from Lucius Malfoy's point of view, I am merely showing his frame of mind. I do not in any way condone or promote the things he does.
Spoiler Warning: This story contains spoilers, both minor and major from all five Harry Potter books.
Lucius Shattered
Special Note: This chapter refers to an incident from the story True Revenge by ElfFlame, the first part of the True Revenge series. I recommend you read that story first, it will probably help.
Lucius had developed somewhat of an obsession with Muggle wars over the summer holiday. He had visited the library and read countless books on the subject. It turned out that Muggles had been involved in many more wars than he could possibly have ever imagined. He'd developed a list of Muggles to study and improve upon the mistakes they'd made. Joseph Stalin, Adolph Hitler, Kublai Kahn, Augustus Caesar, Alexander the Great, William the Conqueror, Napoleon, Vlad the Impaler, and Patton were among the Muggles he studied. He had seen what they had done right and where they had gone wrong and had made a plan based on that of how to take over as the next Dark Lord.
He wanted to do this with Adriana's cooperation. He had a vision of the two of them, taking over the Muggle world. He'd take care of the actual disposal of Muggles so Adriana could keep her beautiful hands clean. His were already stained. He needed her to keep Voldemort, and that damned Harry Potter at bay. But his tattoo had been burning off and on all holiday, and that concerned him a great deal. If Voldemort was going to return, he needed to make his move soon.
Snape had been shacking up with Adriana all holiday and had given them little time to be alone for Lucius to discuss his plans with her. When he did give them a few precious moments alone, it was usually when Lucius had returned from the library or the museum, and in the mood to sleep with Adriana, so that's what most of their alone time was spent doing.
As much as he loved spending time with Adriana, Lucius had come to realize how far he'd strayed from his original plans for the two of them, and hoped to now come back on track with them. He let Adriana control him far too much more than was good for him, he could see that now. And he actually cared about her feelings and her wants and needs.
She had also encouraged Narcissa to try independence on for size, and that was unacceptable. One time at the breakfast table, with Draco present, he had told her that three spoonfuls of sugar was plenty for her porridge, as she was eating. He didn't want a fat cow of a wife to take to functions. Narcissa had the nerve to dump two more spoonfuls in her porridge, rather than obeying him. No wife of his would be ever act like that towards him. He had gotten up, taken the bowl away, and sent her back to her room for the next two days, with no food, just to show her he was serious.
Lucius had decided to try out his plans for taking over, during the upcoming Quidditch World Cup. If he hadn't been so drunk, he might have seen that it came across as a lame attempt at asserting himself as the next Dark Lord, but had to live with what he'd thought of at the time. He'd been delighted with the feeling of controlling others, both Muggle and magical, something he hadn't done in a while.
But he hadn't been too drunk to take all his frustrations out on Narcissa, who had made the bad choice of keeping Draco away from the revelry when he should have been at his side. Except, while all the other times he'd hit her had left him feeling uplifted, this time he felt empty. It brought him no relief, no pleasure, and for once he felt dirtied by the act. But he'd brushed those feelings aside and gone on with his evening.
Lucius felt a sickening wave flood his body as he realized that he had been thinking about Adriana. Wondering what she was doing, if she was happy, or if she missed him. He was almost sick when he found himself thinking about whether she'd approve of his actions or not. What was happening to him? What was he becoming? Some whipped puppy with Adriana as his mistress? His only thoughts of pleasing and obeying her?
Those were the thoughts floating through his head as he arrived at her house the next day. When Lucius showed up and found Snape's hands all over his Adriana, Lucius thought he might actually kill him this time, until he remembered his wand didn't work at her house. He didn't know how to deal with Adriana, who hadn't seemed too pleased to see him, and had he'd been so frustrated, that he'd retreated to the safety of the museum to calm himself down.
A few days later, Lucius was deep in his plans when a house elf knocked on his study door. Snarling at the elf to enter, the door opened and a small, groveling being crawled up to Lucius' desk. "So sorry to interrupt Master, but Master has gotten a large box in the post today. Master must see what he has gotten." After the elf stopped speaking, two more elves, dragging a large box between them, entered the room. All three elves bowed and crawled back out of the room, the last one shutting the door behind it when it left.
Lucius stared curiously at the box before standing up and walking to it. There was nothing indicative of who it was from, save for an envelope attached to it. Lucius opened that and took the letter out to read. Opening it, he was shocked at what he read.
Lucius,
Do you remember on New Year's Eve when I asked how you'd feel if someday I told you I hated you and never wanted to see you again? Now you have the opportunity to ponder those feelings.
I've always known what kind of a man you are. I had believed that I could turn you into a better person, but see now that you are beyond help. I can't be with a man who abuses those around him and sees nothing wrong with it.
I have enjoyed the time we spent together, and I hope you have too, but we can no longer see each other. In this box, I have returned to you all the things you have given me over the years of knowing you. Do with them as you will, I don't want them.
I advise you to move on with your life, though that will probably not be difficult for you. I'm sure you have many other women to fill my role in your life, and I will be nothing more than a memory to you quite soon.
-Adriana
Lucius felt hurt and angry at the same time. He hadn't seen this coming, and had no idea why Adriana had turned on him like this. Bending down to the box, he opened it and looked at the items inside. The largest item was the painting of himself he'd given her for Christmas the year before. The image that should have been in the painting was still living in one of his other paintings.
Reaching into the box and pulling out the next item, his stomach lurched as he drew out the top hat necklace he'd had made for her. The memories of that day he'd beaten her at Monopoly flooded his mind and brought a smile to his face.
The next item was a bundle of the Muggle clothing Lucius had purchase that had been tied up in string. He'd actually grown fond of those clothes, they were more comfortable than his usual outfits.
The last item Lucius saw in the box was the silver bracelet, the first give he'd ever given her. She'd rejected it initially, but had taken it back, without telling him. He'd seen it when he'd put her to bed one night. His heart filled with sadness as he traced his fingers over the twining pieces of metal.
Lucius stood still, with the bracelet in one hand, and the necklace in the other. Was this some kind of joke? Was she serious? She couldn't be serious. There was no reason for her to break away from him. Horror struck Lucius as he realized that he had been dumped. He'd never been dumped in his life and wasn't sure if he could allow her to do that to him. How could she do this to him? He loved her!
Lucius reeled as those thoughts entered his mind. For the rest of his life, Lucius would be able to recall seeing himself in the mirror on the mantle, and the conversation he had with himself. How could he love Adriana? He'd never loved anybody before. If she meant what she'd written, he'd never see her again. He couldn't think about that, it actually hurt him to do so.
As he looked into the mirror, he realized that the image gazing back at him, was a man he no longer knew. He'd changed since he'd met Adriana, and had never known it. He thought about who he had been, and who he was now and saw that he liked the man he was now, better. Overwhelmed, Lucius picked up the empty painting and smashed the mirror he'd been looking into.
A new emotion entered Lucius' mind: fear. Fear for where his life was going, fear of never seeing Adriana again, fear of the loss of control; these fears threatened to reduce Lucius to a quivering mass, huddled in the corner of his study.
For the first time in a long while, Lucius was indecisive. His mind seemed to have slowed down, not allowing him to think clearly. He couldn't become the next Dark Lord without Adriana's help, but if he tried to take over, Adriana would have nothing to do with him. If he changed his mind about being the next Dark Lord, he might be able to have Adriana in his life, but he'd lose all that potential power. Lucius saw the choice before him: power or Adriana. All he had to do, was choose which one he wanted more. Now, he couldn't figure out what that was.
Lucius looked down at the floor, and saw his face looking back at him through the fractured pieces of the mirror that he had shattered.
Author's Note: At this point in time I would just like to say that in telling events of this story from Lucius Malfoy's point of view, I am merely showing his frame of mind. I do not in any way condone or promote the things he does.
Spoiler Warning: This story contains spoilers, both minor and major from all five Harry Potter books.
Lucius Shattered
Special Note: This chapter refers to an incident from the story True Revenge by ElfFlame, the first part of the True Revenge series. I recommend you read that story first, it will probably help.
Lucius had developed somewhat of an obsession with Muggle wars over the summer holiday. He had visited the library and read countless books on the subject. It turned out that Muggles had been involved in many more wars than he could possibly have ever imagined. He'd developed a list of Muggles to study and improve upon the mistakes they'd made. Joseph Stalin, Adolph Hitler, Kublai Kahn, Augustus Caesar, Alexander the Great, William the Conqueror, Napoleon, Vlad the Impaler, and Patton were among the Muggles he studied. He had seen what they had done right and where they had gone wrong and had made a plan based on that of how to take over as the next Dark Lord.
He wanted to do this with Adriana's cooperation. He had a vision of the two of them, taking over the Muggle world. He'd take care of the actual disposal of Muggles so Adriana could keep her beautiful hands clean. His were already stained. He needed her to keep Voldemort, and that damned Harry Potter at bay. But his tattoo had been burning off and on all holiday, and that concerned him a great deal. If Voldemort was going to return, he needed to make his move soon.
Snape had been shacking up with Adriana all holiday and had given them little time to be alone for Lucius to discuss his plans with her. When he did give them a few precious moments alone, it was usually when Lucius had returned from the library or the museum, and in the mood to sleep with Adriana, so that's what most of their alone time was spent doing.
As much as he loved spending time with Adriana, Lucius had come to realize how far he'd strayed from his original plans for the two of them, and hoped to now come back on track with them. He let Adriana control him far too much more than was good for him, he could see that now. And he actually cared about her feelings and her wants and needs.
She had also encouraged Narcissa to try independence on for size, and that was unacceptable. One time at the breakfast table, with Draco present, he had told her that three spoonfuls of sugar was plenty for her porridge, as she was eating. He didn't want a fat cow of a wife to take to functions. Narcissa had the nerve to dump two more spoonfuls in her porridge, rather than obeying him. No wife of his would be ever act like that towards him. He had gotten up, taken the bowl away, and sent her back to her room for the next two days, with no food, just to show her he was serious.
Lucius had decided to try out his plans for taking over, during the upcoming Quidditch World Cup. If he hadn't been so drunk, he might have seen that it came across as a lame attempt at asserting himself as the next Dark Lord, but had to live with what he'd thought of at the time. He'd been delighted with the feeling of controlling others, both Muggle and magical, something he hadn't done in a while.
But he hadn't been too drunk to take all his frustrations out on Narcissa, who had made the bad choice of keeping Draco away from the revelry when he should have been at his side. Except, while all the other times he'd hit her had left him feeling uplifted, this time he felt empty. It brought him no relief, no pleasure, and for once he felt dirtied by the act. But he'd brushed those feelings aside and gone on with his evening.
Lucius felt a sickening wave flood his body as he realized that he had been thinking about Adriana. Wondering what she was doing, if she was happy, or if she missed him. He was almost sick when he found himself thinking about whether she'd approve of his actions or not. What was happening to him? What was he becoming? Some whipped puppy with Adriana as his mistress? His only thoughts of pleasing and obeying her?
Those were the thoughts floating through his head as he arrived at her house the next day. When Lucius showed up and found Snape's hands all over his Adriana, Lucius thought he might actually kill him this time, until he remembered his wand didn't work at her house. He didn't know how to deal with Adriana, who hadn't seemed too pleased to see him, and had he'd been so frustrated, that he'd retreated to the safety of the museum to calm himself down.
A few days later, Lucius was deep in his plans when a house elf knocked on his study door. Snarling at the elf to enter, the door opened and a small, groveling being crawled up to Lucius' desk. "So sorry to interrupt Master, but Master has gotten a large box in the post today. Master must see what he has gotten." After the elf stopped speaking, two more elves, dragging a large box between them, entered the room. All three elves bowed and crawled back out of the room, the last one shutting the door behind it when it left.
Lucius stared curiously at the box before standing up and walking to it. There was nothing indicative of who it was from, save for an envelope attached to it. Lucius opened that and took the letter out to read. Opening it, he was shocked at what he read.
Lucius,
Do you remember on New Year's Eve when I asked how you'd feel if someday I told you I hated you and never wanted to see you again? Now you have the opportunity to ponder those feelings.
I've always known what kind of a man you are. I had believed that I could turn you into a better person, but see now that you are beyond help. I can't be with a man who abuses those around him and sees nothing wrong with it.
I have enjoyed the time we spent together, and I hope you have too, but we can no longer see each other. In this box, I have returned to you all the things you have given me over the years of knowing you. Do with them as you will, I don't want them.
I advise you to move on with your life, though that will probably not be difficult for you. I'm sure you have many other women to fill my role in your life, and I will be nothing more than a memory to you quite soon.
-Adriana
Lucius felt hurt and angry at the same time. He hadn't seen this coming, and had no idea why Adriana had turned on him like this. Bending down to the box, he opened it and looked at the items inside. The largest item was the painting of himself he'd given her for Christmas the year before. The image that should have been in the painting was still living in one of his other paintings.
Reaching into the box and pulling out the next item, his stomach lurched as he drew out the top hat necklace he'd had made for her. The memories of that day he'd beaten her at Monopoly flooded his mind and brought a smile to his face.
The next item was a bundle of the Muggle clothing Lucius had purchase that had been tied up in string. He'd actually grown fond of those clothes, they were more comfortable than his usual outfits.
The last item Lucius saw in the box was the silver bracelet, the first give he'd ever given her. She'd rejected it initially, but had taken it back, without telling him. He'd seen it when he'd put her to bed one night. His heart filled with sadness as he traced his fingers over the twining pieces of metal.
Lucius stood still, with the bracelet in one hand, and the necklace in the other. Was this some kind of joke? Was she serious? She couldn't be serious. There was no reason for her to break away from him. Horror struck Lucius as he realized that he had been dumped. He'd never been dumped in his life and wasn't sure if he could allow her to do that to him. How could she do this to him? He loved her!
Lucius reeled as those thoughts entered his mind. For the rest of his life, Lucius would be able to recall seeing himself in the mirror on the mantle, and the conversation he had with himself. How could he love Adriana? He'd never loved anybody before. If she meant what she'd written, he'd never see her again. He couldn't think about that, it actually hurt him to do so.
As he looked into the mirror, he realized that the image gazing back at him, was a man he no longer knew. He'd changed since he'd met Adriana, and had never known it. He thought about who he had been, and who he was now and saw that he liked the man he was now, better. Overwhelmed, Lucius picked up the empty painting and smashed the mirror he'd been looking into.
A new emotion entered Lucius' mind: fear. Fear for where his life was going, fear of never seeing Adriana again, fear of the loss of control; these fears threatened to reduce Lucius to a quivering mass, huddled in the corner of his study.
For the first time in a long while, Lucius was indecisive. His mind seemed to have slowed down, not allowing him to think clearly. He couldn't become the next Dark Lord without Adriana's help, but if he tried to take over, Adriana would have nothing to do with him. If he changed his mind about being the next Dark Lord, he might be able to have Adriana in his life, but he'd lose all that potential power. Lucius saw the choice before him: power or Adriana. All he had to do, was choose which one he wanted more. Now, he couldn't figure out what that was.
Lucius looked down at the floor, and saw his face looking back at him through the fractured pieces of the mirror that he had shattered.