Chapter 2: The Return of Lucius Malfoy
"Well, Potter, we meet again," said Malfoy, having James at wand point.
"What the bloody hell are you doing here, Malfoy?" Harry said, pulling out his own wand and pointing it straight at Malfoy.
"I came to pay my respects to the newborn," Malfoy said, gesturing to the baby in the crib next to him. "Pity he won't be living much longer," he said. "None of you will be, actually."
"Why's that, Malfoy?" said Ron, with pure hatred behind his voice.
"You see, it's like this," Malfoy began. "When I was imprisoned in Azkaban 12 years ago, I have been dwelling on the moment when I would get my revenge on the person who sent me there." Malfoy started to walk around the room, keeping his wand out as he did. "Without the Dementors guarding Azkaban, I was able to keep my sanity and find a way to escape. Luckily, when the new Minister of Magic, 'Mad-Eye' Moody, came to Azkaban, I was able to persuade him into to letting me out to see my family for a day. It was no easy feet, since I was a heavily guarded prisoner. But after I said my part about learning the errors of my way, so to speak, he let me go for a day. The only flaw was that he would have me monitored by a giant. We went over to my manor, where I met up with Draco and my wife, Narcissa. When we arrived, I found out Potter had also sent my son to Azkaban, which gave me more of a reason to find him. I quickly disposed of the giant, with the help of my wife, of course. Narcissa then told me some news that had just made my day. I had been trying to find a way to get back at you, Potter..."
"Why did you want to get back at him? He didn't do any thing to you," Cho said, getting very heated.
"On the contrary, erh, Chang, he was the reason I was sent to Azkaban in the first place. Him and that mudblood-loving old fool, Dumbledore, who I am glad to here is dead. Any way, I was thinking of a way to get back at Potter when Narcissa comes up to me and says, 'Hunny, Potter has just had a baby. Now you can get your revenge for us and Draco.' So then I went to find out where you live, Potter, and was about to leave when Moody turned up at my house. He wasn't thrilled to see what he thought was a sleeping giant, but still came in to talk to me, anyway. He wanted to know how long he has been asleep. I told he had been out for about an hour. He just left my manor about ten minutes ago. And as you can see, I made my way here. So, any last words before you die?"
"Yeah," Harry said, still glaring at Malfoy. "How has your old buddy been? You know," He said. "Voldemort? Oh, wait. He's dead. I killed him five years ago, remember? And if you don't get the bloody hell out of my house, you will see the same end as him."
"How dare you insult the name of the Dark Lord in front of me. I will make you eat those words."
Malfoy lunged at Harry, attempting to connect his fist with Harry's face, but from behind the crib, they heard the growl of a man say, "Stupefy." Malfoy landed hard on the ground, face-down. Moody pulled of his invisibility cloak and walked toward the Potters and Weasley's.
"How you been, Potter?" Moody growled.
"Well, other then the fact that a crazy lunatic broke into my house and threatened to kill me and my family, I feel great," Harry said. "How 'bout you?"
"Can't complain." Moody growled. "I've been on to Malfoy ever since on saw the giant dead on his living room floor. When I left this morning, I got my invisibility cloak and then Apparated back to the Malfoy Manor, where I followed Malfoy here. Now that I have found out what he meant to do, he will be in Azkaban for a long time." Moody magically binded Malfoy's wrists to his then, with the swish of a cloak, Moody and Malfoy were gone.
"Well, I'm poofed," Ron said, yawning. " What do you say we call it a night?"
And Harry, Cho, Hermione, and Ron made up beads in James' room and fell asleep with him.