Disclaimer: You know if I owned Lucius… would I be here writing about him? Don't think so! Hats off to J.K Rowling for the wonderful characters!

A/N: Just so you all don't attack me telling me I don't know how to write… Just thought I'd tell you that this is AU I put Lucius, Bella and all those other Death Eater we know and love in the time when The Dark Lord made his Horcruxes… I did it because I wanted to so that's all there is too it!

Also the way The Dark Lord gets his Horcruxes belongs to my wonderfully creative friend Lady Voldemort who also took the time to perfect this story…Thankyou!

Of Heirs and Horcruxes

To the Albanian Forest!

I started at the sound of a large inky black owl tapping on my window. A loud thwack resounded as "Transference of Power: A Guide to Everlasting Supremacy" by Wilfred Judson, connected with the stone floor of my study.

"This better be worth it." I grumbled as I made my way across the room, intent on returning to the fascinating chapter on Horcruxes. Taking the note from owl, I sank into the nearest lounge chair and unfurled the parchment. The missive read:

My Dearest Blair,

You are to return to me immediately. I cannot elaborate any further as your home and mail is being monitored. You know the forest where to go. Blair, you are ready to receive your hearts desire.

LV

Aurors are watching my house? Great! I sighed deeply. When will they ever leave me alone? Finding safe passage out of my home overran my happiness at the thought of receiving the Dark Mark. Looking back to the letter, I reread its contents. My brow furrowed as I tried to recall exactly where the Dark Lord was talking about, a place that we had not visited for over ten years. I paced past the cherry mahogany desk as the memory slowly resurfaced.

"The Albanian Forrest!" I intoned.

I dashed across the hall to the drawing room and collected my midnight blue velvet cloak.

As I fumbled with the silver clasps on my traveling cloak, I heard the doorbell ring on the other side of my house and voices as the house elves greeted them, on cue, my head house elf, Tibbles appeared.

"Mistress Blair!" he squeaked, "Nasty Auror wizards that Mistress warned Tibbles about is at the door. They are seeking you, Mistress!"

I raised an eyebrow in surprise; the Dark Lord's warning had come just in time. I knelt down to Tibbles level and whispered,

"Tibbles, I have to leave this house, you must not let those nasty wizards catch me. Get Slinky to tell them that I am not home. Tibbles you can help me escape without being detected." I rose again as Tibbles squeaked,

"Yes Mistress, right away Mistress!" he disapparated with a loud crack, leaving me to gather my possessions. My trunk was packed with a single wave of my wand, which I then shrunk and placed in my cloak pocket. I paced nervously around the room as I waited. Tibbles startled me as he reappeared looking flustered.

"Mistress Blair! Nasty wizards do not believe Slinky. They are forcing their way through the door! Tibbles hid Mistress' special objects so the nasty wizards aren't finding them!" This was all said in one go, leaving Tibbles out of breath.

"Good job, Tibbles. Get me out of here!" I urged, "To the old Albanian Forrest…Now!" Tibbles obliged, using his elfish magic, to transport me though the Anti-Apparition wards placed around my home just as the Aurors blasted through my study door.

"Dammit!" swore one Auror, slamming his fist on the ornate door frame. "We lost her!"