Title: Be Prepared
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters used in this story. Because I don't know the name of Zambini's father, I made one up. The song is the one Scar sings in the Lion King, it is Be Prepared.
Summary: This like a prologue of 'I Just Can't Wait To Be King' Lucius's aforementioned plans are explained to his followers.
Author's Note: Mentalmentos requested more bowing and so I comply. I have just bowed seven times. Now please review more. And as requested by RohanianRidr there is more to this story. Thanks guys, this one goes out to you.
Lucius walked into the ballroom of Malfoy Manor and looked around at the Death Eaters. They were like him, they believed that the Dark Lord had finally lost it. So Lucius decided to take a stand, he was going to use this to his advantage. Standing in the room observing the Death Eaters, he muttered to himself.
"I never thought Death Eaters essential. They're crude and unspeakably plain." Lucius walked farther into the room, still speaking quietly. "But maybe they've a glimmer of potential, if allied to my vision and brain." Lucius smirked and gained everyone's attention by bursting into song.
"I know that your powers of retention, are as wet as a Hufflepuff's backside. But thick as you are, pay attention, my words are a matter of pride." The Death Eaters watched him warily.
"It's clear from your vacant expressions. The lights are not all on upstairs." Lucius sneered. "But we're talking kings and successions, even you can't be caught unawares." Malfoy strutted to the center of the room, thinking about making Draco king, after him of course.
"So prepare for a chance of a lifetime, be prepared for sensational news. A shining new era, is tiptoeing nearer." The rich aristocrat flipped his hair and stood tall as the Death Eaters gathered around him.
"And where do we feature?" Questioned Durieux Zambini. He was, of course Blaise's father.
"Just listen to teacher." Lucius retorted silently. "I know it sounds sordid, but you'll be rewarded, when at last I am given my dues! And injustice deliciously squared, be prepared!" The blond man sang, thinking about all the times he was denied the Minister of Magic position.
"Yeah! Be prepared. We'll be prepared! For what?" Gregory Goyle's father asked, he was confused, just like his son.
"For the death of the Lord!" Zambini shouted, annoyed with the think-headed moron.
"Is he sick?" Crabbe's father pondered, being just as confused as Goyle's father.
"No, fool! We're going to kill him. And Wormail, too." Lucius yelled.
"Great idea! Who needs a king?" Crabbe sang.
"No king, no king! La la la la la!" Goyle joined Crabbe in singing and dancing.
"Idiots! There will be a king!" Zambini, who caught onto Malfoy's plan, answered.
"But you said . . . " Goyle trailed off, getting confused again.
"I will be king! Stick with me and you'll never be hunted again!" Malfoy sung, referring to all the times, that the Aurors tried to capture them.
"Yay, all right! Long live the king! Long live the king!" Crabbe and Goyle chorused, finally getting the point of this meeting.
"It's great that we'll soon be connected, with a king who'll be all-time adored." All the Death Eaters chimed in.
"Of course, quid pro quo, you're expected, to take certain duties on board." Lucius pointed out, he wasn't about to take on the Dark Lord by himself. "The future is littered with prizes, and though I'm the main addressee, the point that I must emphasize is you won't get a bone without me!" He threatened, letting them know their place.
"So prepare for the plan of the century, be prepared for the murkiest scam." Malfoy grinned.
"Oooooo, la-la-la!" The Death Eaters sang backup.
"Meticulous planning, tenacity spanning, decades of denial," The blond man said, talking about how the ministry refused to recognize the return of the Dark Lord. "Is simply why I'll be king undisputed, respected, saluted, and seen for the wonder I am. Yes, my goals and ambitions are bared.
Be prepared!" Malfoy sang and danced while the Death Eaters finished the song.
"Yes, our goals and ambitions are bared -Be prepared!" The Death Eaters chorused and danced behind their new leader. When the music died down, Lucius' followers left. Malfoy observed the room, and wondered why he broke out into song. 'It doesn't matter,' He thought, 'as long as my plans are in motion.' With that the aristocrat walked out of the room and headed for his study, intent on sending a letter to Draco.
Okay, there is the next chapter. I don't think it was as good as the first one but it's done and that's what matters I guess. Okay, if you liked it let me know. Review and I shall bow down to you. I have already bowed down to Mentalmentos several times, and I am willing to do so again. So please review.