An Evil Dark Lord
Chaos was now the situation in the wizardry world. Lucius Malfoy was found dead in his jail cell first thing in the morning. No one knew how it happened for it wasn't the dementors who guarded the prison anymore. Everyone suspected everyone of the crime.
The truth was that Voldemort wasn't too pleased about the numerous failures of his Death Eater who was bringing him more troubles than he was worth it. Lord Voldemort hated failure above anything else. He had plenty of followers willing to kill Malfoy, hoping to gain his place as the right arm of the Dark Lord. In the end, it was a small rat by the name of Pettigrew who got the job.
Voldemort was waiting in his library for the arrival of Narcissa and Draco Malfoy. He wanted to be the one to break the news. He was that evil. They soon arrived. Narcissa was wearing a black robe and veil, Draco was dressed in black as usual, both had an determined expression, like they knew of the news awaiting them. The Dark Lord wasted no time in small talk.
- Narcissa, as you know of the failures of your husband, he was killed tonight by Pettigrew on my orders.
She remained silent as ever, water in her eye, her face remained neutral. She already knew it was coming to that. Draco did nothing, said nothing, sported no expression at all. His eyes were void of any emotion like he wasn't even there. The Dark Lord thought nothing of that because he knew the boy hasn't said a word since the death of Dumbledore. Voldemort had spared him his life, and his mother, even if he failed his mission, only because the result had been the same. Now Draco and his mother owed him a Life Dept. 'Ironic isn't it?' thought Voldemort to himself.
- Now I want you both in here, we don't want anything, say deadly, to happen anymore, do we? He asked in a false sweet tone.
Both of them nod.
- Now leave my sight, I will call you if need be.
They left as they arrived. As soon as they regain their quarters, Narcissa broke down and started to scream and cry, breaking down. Draco did nothing. He just kept staring at his mother.