PROLOGUE
Knock knock knock! Trinity sighed impatiently as she knocked for the third time. That was the trouble with house elves; their tiny legs couldn't carry them to the door fast enough.
She pulled her emerald cloak closer around her and prepared to knock again, when the door opened anyway. She looked down automatically.
"Good morning miss." Dobby panted with the exertion of having to run from one side of the manor to the other. "Is miss here to visit Master?"
After separating the titles and getting her head around the question, Trinity nodded. Dobby nodded as well and beckoned her to follow him.
"Master is just finishing his breakfast with younger master," he explained, trying to keep up with the witch's quick pace. Trinity didn't need him to guide her; she often visited Lucius.
"That's fine, he shouldn't mind me," she replied curtly, reaching the door and shoving it open.
"Miss Trinity for you, sir!" Dobby squeaked.
"Thankyou Dobby," Lucius replied in his usual cool manner, with a wave of his hand. Dobby took his leave of them all and returned to his duties. Trinity pulled out a chair and sat down.
"Hi Draco," she greeted her good friend's son.
Draco smiled, though anyone else would've mistaken it for a sneer.
"Go and pack for school Draco, and leave us to our business," Lucius instructed his son, who sighed but did as he was told.
"Narcissa?" Trinity asked, noting the lack of Lucius' wife.
"Sick relations in Brighton," he replied, not seeming to care. That was generally his way. "And to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"
Trinity sighed and carelessly tipped back on her chair's hind legs.
"I often warn Draco about doing that," Lucius smirked.
"I don't need any lectures this morning," Trinity replied snappily, falling back onto all four legs with a 'bang!' "I'll get enough of those at work when I get there, all just for doing my work. Did you know Fudge just pulled half of the Aurors off Voldemort's case because he thinks that he won't be trying anything for ages now? What kind of stupid idea is that? I reckon Death Eaters are working harder than us now; maybe I should be one of them," she muttered sullenly.
"Well Trinity, you sound well on your way to becoming one. Have you really lost that much faith in the "good side"?" Lucius said slyly.
"You know, I sometimes wonder about you and your suspicious questions," Trinity replied, "You could be a Death Eater."
"Well it wouldn't be all that bad," Lucius murmured. Trinity sat bolt upright. "Come come, don't act as though you haven't suspected me of thinking this before. It's a losing battle you know, against Voldemort."
Trinity relaxed again, which was rather a strange response to such a terrible thought. "You know, I agree with you. We are losing."
Lucius smiled his cold smile. Trinity had been a close friend for much longer than he could remember. But to have her on his team, working for himself and Voldemort, would be good for Voldemort, and a terrible blow dealt to the Ministry, and Albus Dumbledore.
"My dear friend, I have a business proposition for you..." he said.
Go home. Take anything that could help the Ministry track you down, and destroy it. You wouldn't want anything to destroy Voldemort's chances of a perfect world, would you? Purebloods, and only purebloods. No Muggles, no Mudbloods. And no one who will stand in his way.
Lucius' words rung in Trinity's head as she moved quickly around her house, destroying. She smashed her Foe Glass, various communication devices, Auror artefacts, even her Remebrall. Nothing would stop her now; she knew where she belonged, and it was not one the same team as Albus Dumbledore.
His rewards are great, but his punishments even greater. Make him glad, and you will cherish every living day of your life. Disappoint, and you will wish you were never born. I have never felt his wrath; stay with me and you won't either. Together, we shall be as great as him!
Lucius would watch out for her, at least at first. But she was an adaptor; she would get used to the life of a Death Eater soon enough.
We two shall unite for one thing; one thing I have been working towards for a long time. Harry Potter... or rather, a lack of him...
There, that was the prologue it was short because, like I said, it's just a proluge. Please R&R this!! ( (BTW. I realise Lucius was in jail in the fifth book, but I'm just going to pretend that never happened, so work with me here people!!! It's artistic licence (.) Hey, I bought a new mobile yesterday! Well, new second-hand mobile, off my friend. It's a Nokia 3315 and I love it!
Knock knock knock! Trinity sighed impatiently as she knocked for the third time. That was the trouble with house elves; their tiny legs couldn't carry them to the door fast enough.
She pulled her emerald cloak closer around her and prepared to knock again, when the door opened anyway. She looked down automatically.
"Good morning miss." Dobby panted with the exertion of having to run from one side of the manor to the other. "Is miss here to visit Master?"
After separating the titles and getting her head around the question, Trinity nodded. Dobby nodded as well and beckoned her to follow him.
"Master is just finishing his breakfast with younger master," he explained, trying to keep up with the witch's quick pace. Trinity didn't need him to guide her; she often visited Lucius.
"That's fine, he shouldn't mind me," she replied curtly, reaching the door and shoving it open.
"Miss Trinity for you, sir!" Dobby squeaked.
"Thankyou Dobby," Lucius replied in his usual cool manner, with a wave of his hand. Dobby took his leave of them all and returned to his duties. Trinity pulled out a chair and sat down.
"Hi Draco," she greeted her good friend's son.
Draco smiled, though anyone else would've mistaken it for a sneer.
"Go and pack for school Draco, and leave us to our business," Lucius instructed his son, who sighed but did as he was told.
"Narcissa?" Trinity asked, noting the lack of Lucius' wife.
"Sick relations in Brighton," he replied, not seeming to care. That was generally his way. "And to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"
Trinity sighed and carelessly tipped back on her chair's hind legs.
"I often warn Draco about doing that," Lucius smirked.
"I don't need any lectures this morning," Trinity replied snappily, falling back onto all four legs with a 'bang!' "I'll get enough of those at work when I get there, all just for doing my work. Did you know Fudge just pulled half of the Aurors off Voldemort's case because he thinks that he won't be trying anything for ages now? What kind of stupid idea is that? I reckon Death Eaters are working harder than us now; maybe I should be one of them," she muttered sullenly.
"Well Trinity, you sound well on your way to becoming one. Have you really lost that much faith in the "good side"?" Lucius said slyly.
"You know, I sometimes wonder about you and your suspicious questions," Trinity replied, "You could be a Death Eater."
"Well it wouldn't be all that bad," Lucius murmured. Trinity sat bolt upright. "Come come, don't act as though you haven't suspected me of thinking this before. It's a losing battle you know, against Voldemort."
Trinity relaxed again, which was rather a strange response to such a terrible thought. "You know, I agree with you. We are losing."
Lucius smiled his cold smile. Trinity had been a close friend for much longer than he could remember. But to have her on his team, working for himself and Voldemort, would be good for Voldemort, and a terrible blow dealt to the Ministry, and Albus Dumbledore.
"My dear friend, I have a business proposition for you..." he said.
Go home. Take anything that could help the Ministry track you down, and destroy it. You wouldn't want anything to destroy Voldemort's chances of a perfect world, would you? Purebloods, and only purebloods. No Muggles, no Mudbloods. And no one who will stand in his way.
Lucius' words rung in Trinity's head as she moved quickly around her house, destroying. She smashed her Foe Glass, various communication devices, Auror artefacts, even her Remebrall. Nothing would stop her now; she knew where she belonged, and it was not one the same team as Albus Dumbledore.
His rewards are great, but his punishments even greater. Make him glad, and you will cherish every living day of your life. Disappoint, and you will wish you were never born. I have never felt his wrath; stay with me and you won't either. Together, we shall be as great as him!
Lucius would watch out for her, at least at first. But she was an adaptor; she would get used to the life of a Death Eater soon enough.
We two shall unite for one thing; one thing I have been working towards for a long time. Harry Potter... or rather, a lack of him...
There, that was the prologue it was short because, like I said, it's just a proluge. Please R&R this!! ( (BTW. I realise Lucius was in jail in the fifth book, but I'm just going to pretend that never happened, so work with me here people!!! It's artistic licence (.) Hey, I bought a new mobile yesterday! Well, new second-hand mobile, off my friend. It's a Nokia 3315 and I love it!