A hooded figure made its way through the Forbidden Forest on the Hogwarts
grounds. The mysterious figure kept looking in every direction for signs of
movement. As the figure stepped over a large fallen down tree, the hood got
snagged and revealed the face concealed behind it. It was Lucious Malfoy.
As he rounded a corner he heard distant voices in a deserted clearing. He was nearing his goal. The voices belonged to his fellow death eaters and there was another voice. A high pitched cold as ice voice. The voice of Lord Voldemort.
Something big must be happening, Lucious thought. If Voldemort was here in person it was something very serious. Usually he just sent is puppet Wormtail. Lucious pushed his way through the final bunch of trees and walked into the clearing.
Instantly, there was a large amount of muttering and Lucious could distinctly here is name in a lot of it. What is all of this about? He thought. He walked farther into the clearing and all of the death eaters parted for him to pass. He thought that this was strange because the death eaters only parted for the Dark Lord. The clearing had gone very silent and the only noise was the wind blowing through the trees. Then, the death eaters enclosed Lucious in a circle. There was no escape. The wind picked up instantly as footsteps could be heard. Something was coming.
Voldemort came out of a clump of trees. His face was pale and his red eyes glowed with malice. The death eaters parted for their master and Lucious almost had an impulse to run but Voldemort's eyes held him rooted to the spot.
"Lucious," Voldemort said icily.
"Master," Lucious replied.
"What happened Lucious? Your orders were to keep Potter in that house."
"I was intercepting his mail, but he escaped somehow."
"Fool," Voldemort hissed. "Did you not read the Daily Prophet? Have you not read the headlines?"
"I have not."
Voldemort tossed a copy of the Daily Prophet at Lucious. Lucious caught it and flipped it open. His eyes widened when he read the headline. AN URGENT MESSAGE FOR DUMBLEDORE.
"You see," said Voldemort. "The Potter boy found a way around your pathetic idea of keeping him contained in that house. Dumbledore got him tonight and now I must reconfigure our plans. You have messed up."
"M-my Lord," stammered Lucious, "It wasn't my fault, so Potter outsmarted me just give me another chance to prove myself!"
There were angry shouts throughout the clearing. Voldemort put up his had signalling for silence. The clearing fell silent.
"No, Lucious, that is where you are wrong. I don't give second chances and I definitely won't give you a second chance to prove yourself. You have failed me for the last time." There was an eerie silence in the clearing. "Now, we are going to do something that you are familiar with," said Voldemort. "Anyone who fails me meets their demise. Now I am going to kill you."
Lucious fell to his knees and begged. "Please don't my Lord! I can do a better job!"
"You didn't do your job the first time," replied Voldemort silkily. "But, I'll tell you what, you can Apparate anywhere you want and then we will hunt you down. Now go!"
Lucious couldn't not move. The death eaters pulled out their wands and pointed them at him.
"The only reason why they haven't killed you yet is they go on my command. I'm giving you the chance to run. NOW GO!
With that, Lucious disappeared with a faint pop.
Voldemort turned to the death eaters laughing. "And now, the hunt is on."
* * *
Lucious appeared in his mansion with another faint pop. He knew the Dark Lord knew where he was, but he didn't know about the hidden chamber underneath the drawing room floor. He would hide there until all of this blew over. He walked to the door and reached for the doorknob. But he found the door knob unbearably hot. He's here, Lucious thought to himself.
The wind picked up, which was impossible since he was inside, but nonetheless it crackled with electrical static. Papers flew, burned by a fowl blow of intense heat.
Then the whispers started. Torturing whispers. Whispers, whispers, whispers. The whispers all of a sudden switched to screams of terror reaching a critical level.
An avalanche of heat and fire struck him, so intense that it knocked him back against the wall. A billion watts of heat coursed through his body. Then came the burst of absolute light, like the core of an atomic explosion.
And Lucious Malfoy exploded from the inside out. But the pain was replaced by the horrific whispers.
"I gave you a choice," they said. "And you failed us. You will never do it again. We are ashamed that you ever became a death eater. May your death be horrible and painful."
The whispers faded and the pain returned. Lucious Malfoy was dead in less than two minutes.
As he rounded a corner he heard distant voices in a deserted clearing. He was nearing his goal. The voices belonged to his fellow death eaters and there was another voice. A high pitched cold as ice voice. The voice of Lord Voldemort.
Something big must be happening, Lucious thought. If Voldemort was here in person it was something very serious. Usually he just sent is puppet Wormtail. Lucious pushed his way through the final bunch of trees and walked into the clearing.
Instantly, there was a large amount of muttering and Lucious could distinctly here is name in a lot of it. What is all of this about? He thought. He walked farther into the clearing and all of the death eaters parted for him to pass. He thought that this was strange because the death eaters only parted for the Dark Lord. The clearing had gone very silent and the only noise was the wind blowing through the trees. Then, the death eaters enclosed Lucious in a circle. There was no escape. The wind picked up instantly as footsteps could be heard. Something was coming.
Voldemort came out of a clump of trees. His face was pale and his red eyes glowed with malice. The death eaters parted for their master and Lucious almost had an impulse to run but Voldemort's eyes held him rooted to the spot.
"Lucious," Voldemort said icily.
"Master," Lucious replied.
"What happened Lucious? Your orders were to keep Potter in that house."
"I was intercepting his mail, but he escaped somehow."
"Fool," Voldemort hissed. "Did you not read the Daily Prophet? Have you not read the headlines?"
"I have not."
Voldemort tossed a copy of the Daily Prophet at Lucious. Lucious caught it and flipped it open. His eyes widened when he read the headline. AN URGENT MESSAGE FOR DUMBLEDORE.
"You see," said Voldemort. "The Potter boy found a way around your pathetic idea of keeping him contained in that house. Dumbledore got him tonight and now I must reconfigure our plans. You have messed up."
"M-my Lord," stammered Lucious, "It wasn't my fault, so Potter outsmarted me just give me another chance to prove myself!"
There were angry shouts throughout the clearing. Voldemort put up his had signalling for silence. The clearing fell silent.
"No, Lucious, that is where you are wrong. I don't give second chances and I definitely won't give you a second chance to prove yourself. You have failed me for the last time." There was an eerie silence in the clearing. "Now, we are going to do something that you are familiar with," said Voldemort. "Anyone who fails me meets their demise. Now I am going to kill you."
Lucious fell to his knees and begged. "Please don't my Lord! I can do a better job!"
"You didn't do your job the first time," replied Voldemort silkily. "But, I'll tell you what, you can Apparate anywhere you want and then we will hunt you down. Now go!"
Lucious couldn't not move. The death eaters pulled out their wands and pointed them at him.
"The only reason why they haven't killed you yet is they go on my command. I'm giving you the chance to run. NOW GO!
With that, Lucious disappeared with a faint pop.
Voldemort turned to the death eaters laughing. "And now, the hunt is on."
* * *
Lucious appeared in his mansion with another faint pop. He knew the Dark Lord knew where he was, but he didn't know about the hidden chamber underneath the drawing room floor. He would hide there until all of this blew over. He walked to the door and reached for the doorknob. But he found the door knob unbearably hot. He's here, Lucious thought to himself.
The wind picked up, which was impossible since he was inside, but nonetheless it crackled with electrical static. Papers flew, burned by a fowl blow of intense heat.
Then the whispers started. Torturing whispers. Whispers, whispers, whispers. The whispers all of a sudden switched to screams of terror reaching a critical level.
An avalanche of heat and fire struck him, so intense that it knocked him back against the wall. A billion watts of heat coursed through his body. Then came the burst of absolute light, like the core of an atomic explosion.
And Lucious Malfoy exploded from the inside out. But the pain was replaced by the horrific whispers.
"I gave you a choice," they said. "And you failed us. You will never do it again. We are ashamed that you ever became a death eater. May your death be horrible and painful."
The whispers faded and the pain returned. Lucious Malfoy was dead in less than two minutes.