A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Assignment #3 Thanatology
Task #5 - Santa Muerte: Santa Muerte is quite a badass lady as she is often associated with drug cartels and criminals and is the patron saint of the LGBTQ community.
Prompt: Write about a criminal.
Word count: 602
"I really wish you hadn't done that," Lucius stated, looking at the man in front of him. He was kneeling on the ground, looking up at Lucius with watery eyes.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know," he whimpered. Lucius put a hand on the silver snake atop his cane and rose to his feet from the plush gunmetal colored armchair.
"You didn't know," he repeated. "After everything I have done for you, for this city, you go and touch the one girl who is mine? I find that hard to believe, Peter. I know your kind, the rats that scurry in the shadows, keeping their little secrets while finding out everything about everyone. That was one of the reasons I allowed you into my organization. And you have betrayed me."
"Please, Lucius, I'm sorry!" Peter squeaked, burying his face in his hands as Lucius looked at him.
"You really should show him some mercy, I mean, I did have a bit of fun at his expense," Luna's voice said, her words floating like perfume into the dingy room. "And Lucius, darling, what did I say about sitting in the dark?"
"It ruins my eyes," Lucius muttered.
"Exactly, and being dramatic is good in all, but," Luna paused and looked at Peter. "Oh, hello, Peter. Lucius-"
"Right," Lucius grumbled as the room filled with light, revealing the family portraits lining the walls. Lucius and his father, both looking serious. Lucius had taken over the family business, if one wanted to call being a mob boss a business. The next was Lucius and his mother, her hands on his shoulders. Then Lucius with Luna, her sitting in a gilded chair while he stood behind her. Peter tried not look at the portraits, to keep his attention on Lucius.
"Perfect. I do like the coziness of this room, don't you?" Luna asked Peter, who nearly choked trying to answer.
"Yes."
"Lucius, you said that you'd take care of the Goyles, but they have yet to pay this months share," Luna stated.
"I will speak with them again," Lucius agreed, looking at Peter and sighing.
"Yes, Lucius?"
"My Luna wishes for me to show you mercy, I am not accustomed to this, but if that is what she desires, you may go, crawl back to whatever hole it is you hide in when I don't have a use for you. But know this, Peter, if you make one more wrong move-"
"They'll never find my body," Peter finished, looking slightly pale. Lucius nodded. Peter scampered from the room, leaving Lucius and Luna.
"He didn't mean anything by it you know, it's just hard when the wife of the boss is the most beautiful woman he's ever met," Luna said, sitting on the arm of the chair. Lucius sank down in the chair, his hands still folded over the top of his cane.
"Or that she is probably the first woman to show him kindness," Lucius agreed.
"Maybe we should fix that, find Peter a girlfriend, it'll get his eyes off me, and give me something to do while you out working," Luna said, laying her head on Lucius' shoulder. Her blond hair contrasting with the deep emerald shirt he wore. He smiled, running his fingers through her hair.
"If you'd like to take such a task on, then you have my blessing, of course," he agreed, wondering just how he'd ended up so lucky as to have found Luna, the one woman who wasn't intimidated by him or his family name, who appeared to love him for who he truly was and not the power he possessed.