Disclaimer: I only wish I were J.K. Rowling. Alas, I'm not, she owns it all.
A/N: I know this is a very short chapter, but my girls birthdays are this week. Unfortunately that means three parties and no time to write. I had this ready so I thought I'd at least give you good readers what I had.
"I'm telling you again, Malfoy, it won't work," the small man was saying to Lucius when Draco entered the sitting room. "You could destroy it by using the Cruciatus curse and the Imperius just won't work. It must be of her own will to release it. That is why I told you her spirit, her will, had to be broken."
Draco sat and watched the man vocally spar with his father. The man did not conduct himself as a man of his stature. It must be a family trait, Draco thought, as his brother was a large presence in the classroom, so was this Alvin Flitwick.
"It's been tried?" Lucius demanded, not wanting to give up. He was impatient and wanted the whole business done. Narsissa was getting worse. There was a specialist in Iceland who might be able to do her some good, but this needed wrapped up before he went.
"Yes of course. What in the hell did you think I was in Azkaban for? Playing gobstones? Why do you think they made me use the spell on myself?"
"Yes, yes, I know all that. Muggles are known to castrate criminals who commit certain transgressions, what the Ministry did to you was similar." Malfoy took great pleasure in calling the man a squib and likening him to a eunuch.
Flitwick looked at Lucius cooly. Draco had the distinct feeling that Flitwick was considering what hex he would use if in fact he could. The two of them stared at each other for a long moment then Flitwick pulled a wand from his pocket. Lucius visibly flinched but recovered quickly. "I brought this for you. It may help,"
Lucius looked at the wand and his eyes got large and he was visibly shaken. "Is that?" he started.
Draco sat up and looked intently at the wand.
"Yes," Flitwick chortled, "Thirteen and a half inches, yew with a phoenix feather. This is the wand that put the Dark Lords power in the diary in the first place. His power should remember. But even so, her will must be weak."
Lucius took the wand and held it, a strange look on his face. "I thought Potter turned it over to the Ministry."
"Yes, but we still have friends within,"
Lucius caressed the wand and absently said, "Yes, of course."
Flitwick looked hard at Lucius then looked at Draco. "I shall be going now,"
Draco stood and showed the man to the door.
When Draco returned to the sitting room, his father was sitting in an arm chair, still caressing the wand. He looked up when Draco entered.
"The Master's wand," Lucius uttered his voice far away, "Do you know what I can do with this? With his power and his wand . . . I could be unstoppable."