Chapter One: Voldemort's Anger
Lucius Malfoy stood tensely in front of his master Lord Voldemort. Voldemort was furious because once again, Harry Potter had managed to thwart his plans for world domination. Lucius usually had to bare the brunt of his master's anger, and most of the blame.
The rest of the Death Eaters had disappeared already. A gathering had been called in order for Voldemort to save face and make sure that they understood that he was still powerful and in control. There had been a few acts of dissention in the ranks; several of the Death Eaters were becoming restless and began to doubt if they should be serving a master who was continually being beaten by a mere child. One such unfortunate soul was singled out at the meeting and met with the full wrath of Voldemort. He had been tortured with several curses before he was finally killed. Not a word was spoken by any of the Death Eaters for quite a while as they watched Voldemort laugh at the body of the man who lay in front of him.
After that, Voldemort made some rather long-winded speeches about his plans and loyalty and what would happen to anyone who decided to speak out against him again. They were then allowed to leave except for Lucius. He had expected to be detained.
Voldemort began in an unnervingly calm demeanor. However, his tone became more and more agitated, rising in furry every few words. He began to blame Lucius for apparent incompetence, something that Lucius was quite used to. Soon Voldemort began to cast the Crucio curse upon him. Lucius' body was wracked with pain. He leaned heavily upon a table that sat in the room. He did not cry out or protest, not wishing to show his master any weakness. He merely bore the pain. This was the normal routine of his meetings with the Dark Lord.
At last Voldemort ended the punishment. He didn't say a word but swept out of the dank room, Lucius bowing in respect, but mostly because of pain. The punishment had lasted much longer than usual. His body felt so weak that he was hardly able to pull out his wand in order to Apparate himself back home. He quickly and painfully mumbled his destination and disappeared with a pop.
Lucius Malfoy stood tensely in front of his master Lord Voldemort. Voldemort was furious because once again, Harry Potter had managed to thwart his plans for world domination. Lucius usually had to bare the brunt of his master's anger, and most of the blame.
The rest of the Death Eaters had disappeared already. A gathering had been called in order for Voldemort to save face and make sure that they understood that he was still powerful and in control. There had been a few acts of dissention in the ranks; several of the Death Eaters were becoming restless and began to doubt if they should be serving a master who was continually being beaten by a mere child. One such unfortunate soul was singled out at the meeting and met with the full wrath of Voldemort. He had been tortured with several curses before he was finally killed. Not a word was spoken by any of the Death Eaters for quite a while as they watched Voldemort laugh at the body of the man who lay in front of him.
After that, Voldemort made some rather long-winded speeches about his plans and loyalty and what would happen to anyone who decided to speak out against him again. They were then allowed to leave except for Lucius. He had expected to be detained.
Voldemort began in an unnervingly calm demeanor. However, his tone became more and more agitated, rising in furry every few words. He began to blame Lucius for apparent incompetence, something that Lucius was quite used to. Soon Voldemort began to cast the Crucio curse upon him. Lucius' body was wracked with pain. He leaned heavily upon a table that sat in the room. He did not cry out or protest, not wishing to show his master any weakness. He merely bore the pain. This was the normal routine of his meetings with the Dark Lord.
At last Voldemort ended the punishment. He didn't say a word but swept out of the dank room, Lucius bowing in respect, but mostly because of pain. The punishment had lasted much longer than usual. His body felt so weak that he was hardly able to pull out his wand in order to Apparate himself back home. He quickly and painfully mumbled his destination and disappeared with a pop.