Lucius Malfoy sat huddled against the rusting bars of his cell, rocking back and forth trying to stop his insanity. Today he found himself infatuated with running his nails across the grimy floor.
In the back of his mind, in the place that hadn't been totally lost, the blonde wizard registered the hollow sound of footsteps, and turned with eyes wide in fear and slight curiosity.
Like clockwork, Potter walked down the hall escorting his usual ex-lackey Deatheater, but it wasn't them he was interested in. It was the "shiny" in Potter's pocket that interested Lucius.
Fascinated by the reflections of light emitted from the shiny paper, Lucius watched, not realizing that the object had dropped to the floor near his cell.
With sullied fingers, Lucius strained barely managing to grab hold of the little object. Once in his hands, he became reverent, remembering shiny things from the before time.
Carefully he turned the small thing over in his hands, gasping at the shine that burst forth when it hit the light. And growling in a predatory way as he noticed that there was a drak spot on his precious shiny.
Using his grime encrusted fingers, Lucius rubbed at the spot, earning himself a nasty cut. With the manner of a child the wizard stuffed his bleeding finger into his mouth, desperately trying to suck away the pain.
To his amazement, the finger tasted nothing of blood, but of some remembered sweetness, and ripping paper, Lucius took no time to enjoy this new object. Instead he gingerly stuffed it fully into his eager mouth.
The sweetness was overpowering and the loneliness of the prison melted away. For the first time in 13 years, Lucius Malfoy felt happiness. A happiness that was also to be his bane, bringing with it the hunger of the dementors and their kiss…