The Far Too Numerous Antics of Lucius Malfoy

by Duchess of Inkling

Welcome to the triumphant, or not so triumphant, comeback of this knickerspoilingly exciting story, which, as ever, seeks to document the activities of everybody's favourite evil, snobistic, and especially blond, wizard. Warning: HBP Spoilers occur.

9. Chapter 9: You Remind Me Of The Babe

(A/N: Oh dear, oh dear, it looks like after the 16th, baby's popularity has been seriously dented. Well, your author can do nothing but hope that those clamouring for his redemption are satisfied now, and remind everyone that she has always written stories in the true spirit of sin and evil, and that she does not expect to change her immaculate taste in these matters.)

Chapter 9: You Remind Me Of The Babe, The Babe With The Power

The small group of Death Eaters was closing in on their prey. They hid in the bushes, to talk over their strategy. "We have them within striking range. What kind of magic spell to use?" Severus Snape said, gazing through the foliage.

Without warning, Lucius Malfoy jumped up behind them, started to dance, and launched into song: "Slime and snails, or puppy-dog tails, thunder or lightning, and baby said…" he pointed at Snape.

"What?" snarled Snape.

"Dance magic dance!" Lucius crooned, dancing nimbly around them, "Dance magic dance!" he flung open his arms to continue, when he noticed everyone was staring at him. He stopped, and frowned angrily. "Well, it worked for David Bowie." he said.