Disclaimer: You know I've done this before, so go read what I said in the
first chapter ^_^ (you know disclaimers suck, so don't hate me for not
doing a proper one!)
Chapter 2
He waited a long time. It never came. Four days until his release; three; then two; and finally one; and still there was no letter to arrive. The dementors had sensed his agitation, finding more and more reasons to enter his cell daily, almost hourly. Lucius was in a lethargy so great that their visits didn't register with him at all, and he spent the final days undisturbed. Alone.
Lucius sat up, rubbing his eyes, which had dark circles around them. His usually neat hair was ruffled and dirty, and his clothes were in the same state. He ran some warm water into his basin and pulled them off.
After half an hour of vigorous scrubbing Lucius gave up in frustration. Although the clothes and himself looked no cleaner, the water had turned black with his labours. He parted and brushed his hair, then hung up his clothes to dry, donning a spare night-robe to keep him decent; even though the dementors couldn't see him anyway.
Lucius lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling, like he'd been doing repeatedly over the past few months of being in Azkaban. He wondered about his son Draco, who'd recently written him a letter informing him of his decision to not become a deatheater. Apparently he didn't want to be the cause of so much pain and suffering, like his "beloved" Father.
Lucius grinned half-heartedly. Pride and anger vied for victory in his mind. Pride that his son had the balls to make his own decisions, and live for himself; and anger, that he didn't rightfully respect and honour his father or Lord Voldemort in the way that he should.
Lucius closed his eyes, still seeing the image of the barred window in his mind. His train of thought changed from Draco to Narcissa as he wondered with anticipation as to whether she would want him back or not. His stomach clenched tightly as he thought this, and he found, to his surprise, that his cheeks were wet.
As the tears soaked his pillow he drifted off to sleep, dreaming of his wife and son, and the loving, caring family that they'd never had, and would now never have the chance to.
***
Lucius was woken in the morning by the cold breath of the dementors. He shot up and backed away from them as much as he could in his narrow, hard bed.
"Right! I'm going! You didn't think I wanted to stay in this shit hole did you?" He grabbed what little belongings he had strewn about the cell, and shoved them into a duffel bag. He then grabbed his newly washed robes, which had dried reasonably straight, and put them on.
He walked down the corridor, chaperoned by a dementor. At the exit to the prison he received his wand and cloak. Then the door was held open. He was free to go. He turned his back to the door and faced the inside of the prison grimly. His face broke into a grin, and he waved sarcastically, wiping an imaginary tear from his eyes.
"I'll miss you." Not! He thought happily as he turned and walked out of the door, mentally stopping himself from skipping as he watched the door closing behind him. When he finally became aware of his surroundings, a lump came to his throat.
Haha, that's it, for now. I'm going to leave at the cliffhanger, has it got you waiting for more?? (that was aimed at Faith-Tse, who very kindly reviewed the first chapter). Messages to:
Sailor Saturn Cosmo: Thankyou
Alvarell: Thankyou babe, and I know how much you're suffering at the moment, but I'm always there...
Badfaith102: It's Good CharLOTTE (haha, only joking) thanx for the review
MissVolde: A pansy Lucius would still be a very hot Lucius...*drools* thanx for the suggestions, I'm gonna take the first chapter down and change it to Spike...lol
Snow-women-rule: You need to get off the pedestal! Just because you're my bf you think that you can say that sort of shit to me, well it's not happening...haha
And finally...to Riffington/Hank/Frank/Beaner/ (whatever you're being called at the moment) who is usually my beta, but she couldn't do it this time because she's incredibly busy...mucho luv and hugs
Anyway, the third chapter is the final chapter, unless I can think of anything else to happen. I haven't actually wrote it yet, so it might be a little slow to update...sorry!
Chapter 2
He waited a long time. It never came. Four days until his release; three; then two; and finally one; and still there was no letter to arrive. The dementors had sensed his agitation, finding more and more reasons to enter his cell daily, almost hourly. Lucius was in a lethargy so great that their visits didn't register with him at all, and he spent the final days undisturbed. Alone.
Lucius sat up, rubbing his eyes, which had dark circles around them. His usually neat hair was ruffled and dirty, and his clothes were in the same state. He ran some warm water into his basin and pulled them off.
After half an hour of vigorous scrubbing Lucius gave up in frustration. Although the clothes and himself looked no cleaner, the water had turned black with his labours. He parted and brushed his hair, then hung up his clothes to dry, donning a spare night-robe to keep him decent; even though the dementors couldn't see him anyway.
Lucius lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling, like he'd been doing repeatedly over the past few months of being in Azkaban. He wondered about his son Draco, who'd recently written him a letter informing him of his decision to not become a deatheater. Apparently he didn't want to be the cause of so much pain and suffering, like his "beloved" Father.
Lucius grinned half-heartedly. Pride and anger vied for victory in his mind. Pride that his son had the balls to make his own decisions, and live for himself; and anger, that he didn't rightfully respect and honour his father or Lord Voldemort in the way that he should.
Lucius closed his eyes, still seeing the image of the barred window in his mind. His train of thought changed from Draco to Narcissa as he wondered with anticipation as to whether she would want him back or not. His stomach clenched tightly as he thought this, and he found, to his surprise, that his cheeks were wet.
As the tears soaked his pillow he drifted off to sleep, dreaming of his wife and son, and the loving, caring family that they'd never had, and would now never have the chance to.
***
Lucius was woken in the morning by the cold breath of the dementors. He shot up and backed away from them as much as he could in his narrow, hard bed.
"Right! I'm going! You didn't think I wanted to stay in this shit hole did you?" He grabbed what little belongings he had strewn about the cell, and shoved them into a duffel bag. He then grabbed his newly washed robes, which had dried reasonably straight, and put them on.
He walked down the corridor, chaperoned by a dementor. At the exit to the prison he received his wand and cloak. Then the door was held open. He was free to go. He turned his back to the door and faced the inside of the prison grimly. His face broke into a grin, and he waved sarcastically, wiping an imaginary tear from his eyes.
"I'll miss you." Not! He thought happily as he turned and walked out of the door, mentally stopping himself from skipping as he watched the door closing behind him. When he finally became aware of his surroundings, a lump came to his throat.
Haha, that's it, for now. I'm going to leave at the cliffhanger, has it got you waiting for more?? (that was aimed at Faith-Tse, who very kindly reviewed the first chapter). Messages to:
Sailor Saturn Cosmo: Thankyou
Alvarell: Thankyou babe, and I know how much you're suffering at the moment, but I'm always there...
Badfaith102: It's Good CharLOTTE (haha, only joking) thanx for the review
MissVolde: A pansy Lucius would still be a very hot Lucius...*drools* thanx for the suggestions, I'm gonna take the first chapter down and change it to Spike...lol
Snow-women-rule: You need to get off the pedestal! Just because you're my bf you think that you can say that sort of shit to me, well it's not happening...haha
And finally...to Riffington/Hank/Frank/Beaner/ (whatever you're being called at the moment) who is usually my beta, but she couldn't do it this time because she's incredibly busy...mucho luv and hugs
Anyway, the third chapter is the final chapter, unless I can think of anything else to happen. I haven't actually wrote it yet, so it might be a little slow to update...sorry!