Prologue
Voldemort was out of power. He was losing his strength to live. The only thing he would and should do doing a time like this is give up, and let his co-superior take over. But that wouldn't be an option if he wasn't still in this war, with Potter.
He just recently been attacked by Auror's at his own fort, containing all the Death Eaters left. Most of them were in Azkaban, or dead. He yet had a couple of faithful Death Eaters left, waiting for Voldemort to give them directions. The fools hadn't realized that Voldemort was losing ideas, as well as his strength. But Lucius Malfoy was left, and the Dark Lord was sure to always count on him. Even if it made Bellatrix Lestrange go crazy with envy, he had preferred a male to take over his reign.
Lucius Malfoy sat at the front table as Voldemort spoke his last words.
"Son...you have always been there for me," he took a breath to gasp. "When I leave, please take ov-over for me. I can not go on." As he finished his last words he collapsed on the floor. Dead.
Lucius looked down for a quick minute, not daring to believe it. The Dark Lord... dead? He was shocked, yes, but not dismayed. He never could admit the fact that he was, in fact,waitingfor this day.
Draco dazed out of the view and Lucius said to his son. "We shall win this war."