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Mine!

Summary: After the fiasco at the Ministry, Voldemort questions the loyalty of several of his supporters. He commands Wormtail to bring to him something belonging to the Malfoy family that will prove Lucius's loyalty is only to him. This story explores the possibilities of just who really is Narcissia Malfoy. LM/HG Fic.
Chapter 1: Ministry Custody


Wrinkling his nose at the stench of the room he was given, Lucius attempts unsuccessfully to block out the smell. 'This is a fruitless exercises,' thinks Lucius. 'One would like to think that the government cleans these room every decade or so.' From his spot on the rickety bed, Lucius glares at the guard that is standing at his cell's door.

"Oh how the mighty Malfoy's have fallen," taunts the obnoxious guard. The guard's colleagues laugh at his taunt. "I just bet that your hungry," states the guard as he holds up a tray of food. Lucius watches the fat guard tip his food tray onto the ground. "Oh, how clumsy of me," laughs the guard. "I guess you're just going to have to eat it off of the floor."

Quirking on elegant eyebrow at him, Lucius turns his head away from the guard. Under his lashes, Lucius watches the guard flush in anger when he doesn't get the satisfaction of getting a rise out of him. 'Foolish little man,' thinks Lucius. The angry guard is dragged away by his fellow colleagues. Lucius sighs heavily, as he looks down at the food on the floor.

"Lucius?" stammers Jerome Goyle. "If you want, you can have some of mine."

Standing up, Lucius calmly walks over to the door of his cell. Looking over he sees his friend holding out his food tray. Racking his eyes over Jerome, Lucius notices that Jerome has lost weight. 'We all have since that thing has come back,' thinks Lucius. "No thank Goyle. You enjoy your dinner."

Reaching down, Lucius picks up an apple and a roll of the ground. 'Well, this will have to due for now. Nothing else is salvageable,' Lucius thinks. Moving away from the door back over to his lumpy bed, he feels sharp splitting pain slice into his stomach. Clutching his stomach, Lucius tumbles forwards and lands heavily on his knees. Hissing in pain, he was unprepared for the explosion of pain from his hands and the side of his face.

"Narcissia!" rages Lucius, knowing instinctually that she was in great peril.

With an animal like roar Lucius rushes to his feet. Primeval magic radiates off of him. The air starts to intensify. The magic pouring off of Lucius also gives of sparks of electricity. Pacing his cell like a caged animal, every time Lucius turns a wave of magic vibrates off the walls. Stopping dead in from of his cell door, Lucius hits it with his right hand. Instantly the cell door shatters under the impact.

"Bloody hell, Lucius," whispers a wide-eyed Jerome. "How did you do that? What's up with your eyes? They're glowing."

"I don't know," says Lucius, softly as he steps out of his cell.

"Well you better get out of here," suggests Abraham Crabble, from his cell.

"Without you?" asks Lucius.

"Yes mate, just go," orders Jerome.

"Without my wand?" questions Lucius dangerously as he hears footsteps heading his way. As the guard turns the corner, Lucius springs into action. Lucius slams his fist into the guards stomach, then grabs his wrist twisting the guard's hand forcing him to let go of his wand. Lucius shoved the guard up against the wall. As the guard slides down, Lucius looms over him, holding the guard at wand point. Flicking the wand twice, Lucius opens both Goyle and Crabble's cell doors.

"Get in," growls Lucius as he uses his hand to point to Goyle's cell. "Be sure to inform your superiors that for the first time in fifteen years, you managed to lose not one but three suspects."

Smirking at the fat guard that had taunted him earlier, Lucius was about to say something more when the pain in his stomach returns. 'She better be fine,' thinks Lucius, franticly. Feeling Goyle and Crabble under his arms, Lucius knows that they are dragging him out of the Ministry.

"What's wrong Lucius?" questions Jerome as Abraham dashes into the last room before the exit.

"It's Narcissia," replies Lucius, as he takes deep breaths. "She's hurt. Badly hurt."

"How do you know that?" questions Jerome, as he helps Lucius stand on his feet.

"I have our wands," whispers Abraham as he rejoins them. "What's wrong with Lucius?"

"Narcissia, she's hurt and he's feeling it," responds Jerome. Jerome looks at Abraham's confused expression. "I don't know how!"

"Poor sod," whispers Abraham. "Let's get out of here before more guards arrive."

"Malfoy Manor," states Lucius.

"You got it boss," they choirs in union. They help Lucius to the approapation site, where they wait for him to appropriate before following him.

TBC….