The Beast
Chapter 9: The Tale of Jakob Summerbee and the Confession of Lucius Malfoy
An: Hello everyone I'm back. Sorry this took so long to get posted I've been struggling with writer's block for a while and somethings have come up at work that have prevented me from posting sooner than I would've liked, but any who here is another chapter for you guys. I've introduced some new characters in this chapter from the dark side aka the Death Eaters, I hope you guys enjoy.
Jakob Summerbee sat at his desk at the Ministry of Magic rolling his family ring around the bony ring finger of his right hand. It was very late into the evening and he was waiting for his last appointment before he finished up for the day, he was reminiscing about the day he first met his real father. For you see Jakob Summerbee wasn't really a real Summerbee at all as he would later learn, he was actually Jakob Walden Macnair.
Yes, he was the first born son of the Death Eater Walden Macnair and Mafalda Hopkirk nee Summerbee. He still remembers the first time he met his biological father at the ripe young age of sixteen.
Flashback Sixteen Years Ago
Jakob had packed his trunk for his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He could hear his father Dermott Summerbee and his Aunt Mafalda arguing yet again about Merlin knows what. He couldn't wait till the day he turned eighteen and he could get out of this hell whole, he had already had an internship lined up at the Ministry of Magic in the Department of Transportation and had plans to stay with one of his friends from Ravenclaw over the summer to save some money while they both worked at the Ministry, Jakob would be far away from his horrible Father and smothering, overbearing Aunt. Thank Merlin she worked in a different department at the Ministry.
As he put the last of his clothes into his trunk a strange small owl pecked at his window, it wasn't one of his friends owls. Jakob went over to the window pane and opened it for the small dark owl, who waddled his away on the windowsill inside his room.
Jakob took the letter off the birds leg and feed him a small piece of toast that was his breakfast from this morning. "Sorry it's a bit stale." He muttered to the bird as he brushed his thick dark auburn hair out of his dark green eyes. The bird fluffed its feathers at him, ignoring his words as he continued to peck at the rest of bread on plate. Jakob shook his head at the gluttonous bird and looked down at the letter, the wax that sealed the letter was black with a large silver 'W' stamped on it. It wasn't any seal that he recognized.
Jakob sat at the small desk in his room, opened the letter and began to read:
Dear Jakob,
I hope this letter finds you well, I know it might seem confusing as at first but I hope that in time you will come to understand. You may or may not know of me, but my name is Walden Ivor Macnair there is no easy way to tell you this so I'm just going to come right out with it. I am your father you're biological father, I know that this may come as a shock to you but it is the truth. I'm sure you have a lot of questions and I am more than willing to answer what I can. If you wish to meet I will be at the White Wyvern pub off of Knockturn Ally today at noon, I hope to see you there son.
Sincerely your Father,
Walden Ivor Macnair
Jakob read the letter three times before he sat back in his chair in shock, what the bloody hell was this? Was this some kind of sick joke one of his older brothers were playing on him? Or was it some kind of sick diluted joke that one of his Slytherin housemates were playing on him? It had be to a joke nothing else made since, "Bastards!" Jakob hissed in rage and balling up the letter, throwing it in the waste bin. He took out his wand and held it over the bin and just as he was about to cast Incendio on the trash, he caught a his reflection in the glass that held the family portrait, it hung on the wall opposite of his bed.
The portrait featured himself on the left, his Father in the middle, his Aunt on the right with her hand on his Father's shoulder and his three taller older brothers behind them. Jakob was about ten years old in the photograph, looking at the photo now he could see that there wasn't much resemblance between himself, his Father or any of his brothers. Sure he had the signature Auburn hair of the Summerbee family but his was darker and wasn't curly like everyone else's. Jakob didn't have the baby blue eyes; his eyes were a darker and more greenish in color. Jakob had a large hooked nose, rather than the straight narrow nose of the Summerbee line.
Was Walden Macnair telling the truth. Jakob thought as he paced back and forth in his room, what if his family had been lying to him? Why would they, what was the reason? Jakob looked back at the portrait, and nodded to himself, he had to know the truth he had always been ambitious in his pursuits for the truth and knowledge itself really. He waved his wand over his trunk shrinking it and stuffed it into his pocket with the letter. Jakob crept downstairs, towards the front door. Hoping to avoid Dermott and Mafalda he hurriedly put on his coat and reached for the door.
"Where do you think you're going boy?!" Dermott shouted at him, grab him by his back of the neck and shoving him into the wall, knocking the breath out of him. Beatings were a common occurrence in the Summerbee household. "Fa-Dermott! Stop! You're hurting him!" Mafalda yelled at the old man. Jakob could smell the liquor on the man's foul breath, "Shut up you little whore! I'll do what I please in my God damn house!" Dermott hissed at the young woman, who shrunk back hiding behind the pillar in fear that separated the front entry way to the living area. Jakob reached for the door again and Dermott grabbed him by the throat, "Where the fuck do you think you're running off to, him? I bet you're running to your filthy snake friends aren't you, you little freak!" Dermott squeezed his neck.
Jakob felt his face begin to turn colors as he could not breathe, "Stop it your choking him!" Mafalda screamed at the top of her lungs. Dermott dropped the teenager and turned on the woman, "What the fuck have I said about screaming in my house! Get over here you little cunt! Don't you run away from me-oh you little bitch!" he shouted back, chased after her. Jakob quickly got to his feet and stumbled out of the Summerbee family home, tripping over his own two feet down the stairs as he tried to catch his breath.
He ran down the street towards the bus stop, where the Knight Bus was dropping off a few wizards. Jakob jumped on the bus and slid into the seat, "Where to laddie?" the driver asked him, anywhere but here he wanted to respond with. "How close can you get me to Knockturn Ally?" Jakob asked him, the driver turned and looked at him like he had grown two heads and a tail. "What's a nice looking lad like yourself wanted to go to a place like that?" the driver questioned.
Jakob gritted his teeth, "What difference does it make if you're getting paid for it." Jakob said rudely taking out a handful of gold coins he managed to steal from Dermott's safe weeks ago. The driver took the coins with out another word. "Hold on to your butts!" the shrunken head yelled with a laugh as the bus sped through the crowded streets of London. Zooming through tight spaces, weaving in and out of traffic, they finally came to a stop at a local run down bookstore. "What the bloody hell is this?! I asked you to take me to Knockturn Ally!" Jakob shouted at the man. The driver huffed, "Look mate! This is the closest your going to get without going to the Leaky Cauldron right?" the driver said ushering him off the bus.
"Well what the hell am I supposed to do now?" Jakob asked him as he stepped off the bus, "Tap on the bricks you dollop!" the shrunken head hollered at the teenager, as the bus sped off down the road disappearing as it rounded the corner. Jakob took a deep breath and walked around to the back of the abandoned bookstore to the brick wall, he took out his wand and tapped on the brick wall.
The wall began to move, making a tunnel extending to a darkened ally way.
The shady people of Knockturn Ally leaned up against walls whispering in hushed tones as they gazed at the young teen who looked out of place in the seedy underbelly of their ally, Jakob kept his head down and quickly made his way to the White Wyvern pub. Once he stepped through the doors of the White Wyvern, Jakob felt everyone's eyes on him as the doors behind him slammed shut. He kept his head down as he made his way over to the bar and sat down, he gazed around at all the other customers in the tavern. He recognized many as Dark Wizards, the barkeep slammed a heavy mug down in front of him, startling him. "You look a little young to be in here, sunny."
"I'm waiting for someone." The barkeep chuckled at the teen, "Everyone's waiting for someone I suppose. You look like a good enough lad so I'll give you some advice." the barkeep leaned closer to the teen. Jakob did the same, "You might want to keep you wits about you in this place. There are a lot of unsavory people here, they don't take kindly to strangers especially young pretty ones like yourself." The barkeep whispered to him and set off cleaning up the other end of the bar. Jakob nervously picked at his fingertips as he waited for the clock to strike noon.
"Your mother used to pick her fingers when she was nervous too." a man said as he sat next to Jakob at the bar. "Firewhiskey, if you please Viktor." Jakob looked at the man, who looked like death warmed over. The man was very skinny with hollowed out cheeks, he looked as if he had not slept in days the bags under his eyes were darkened. "What would you know of my mother?" Jakob asked.
The man smirked at the teen and took a sip of his Firewhiskey, "A great many disturbing things." Jakob raised his eyebrow at him in question. "Merlin's great beard you look exactly as I did when I was your age, though my hair wasn't as red as yours. Walden Macnair." the older wizard said holding his hand out for the teen to shake it. Jakob looked down at the hand extended to him and then back up at the man. Macnair was right he did look exactly like him if Jakob was thirty years older. "Jakob Summerbee" the teen said as he shook his hand.
Jakob Summerbee learned Walden Macnair's truth that day before he headed back to Hogwarts. Walden explained everything that he could in lengthy detail. How he and Mafalda met whom as it turns out was his biological Mother and not his Aunt as he had been led to believe. He also explained how she fell head over heels in love with the bad boy wizard from the wrong side of the tracks, so to speak. Her father Dermott never approved of their relationship and was always sticking his nose where it didn't belong. Her father had convinced her that he was working for the Dark Lord it was true but Walden tried to convince her otherwise, however it did no good in the end she ended up leaving away. She failed to mention that she was carrying his child in her womb. Walden was very bitter about the fact that he had been left out of most of Jakob's life.
Walden insisted that they make up for the time that was stolen from them, they kept in touch with a two way journal his father had given him once he left for Hogwarts, they communicated like that till the holidays where he who spent the first part of the holiday with his "fake family" as he liked to call the Summerbee's and he would spend the rest of the holiday at the Macnair Chateaux in Northern France. Walden filled a void that Jakob didn't know he was missing from his life. His father understood his desires for power, knowledge and his deep need to pursue darker magic that existed in their world. Walden was more than happy to teach his son all he knew about dark magic and Jakob was a quick study. It took only a short time for Jakob to master all that his father had to teach him. When there was nothing left for Walden Macnair to teach Jakob, his father introduced him to the Dark Lord where Jakob flourished under Voldemort's guidance. Jakob rose fast through the ranks of the Death Eaters, faster than his father ever thought possible and Walden could not have been prouder of his son. That was the day Jakob received the family ring from his father, "I'm so proud of you my son." His father's words rang in his ears even now as he sat alone in his office.
Jakob used his position at the Ministry to allow his allies to move in and out of Ministry as well as the country when Jakob learned that the war was over and Dark Lord had fallen. He was discreet of course, moving people from place to place was easy enough after the war, surprisingly no one really paid too much attention as long as the all the International Portkeys were turned in at appropriate time; it also didn't hurt that the former Head of the Department the Blood Traitor Basil was a blundering idiot.
It was child's play for Jakob to slip in to Basil's mind, and torment him on a daily basis for years unbeknownst to Basil himself. There was a soft knock on his office door, "Mr. Summerbee I don't think your last appointment is coming. Would you like me to close up for the night?" his assistant Gwendolyn asked as she peaked her head into his office. "No that's quite alright Gwen I'll take care of it. Have a nice long weekend with your boyfriend." Jakob told her with a kind smile, the young witch nodded, shutting the door behind her. Jakob stood up from his desk and waved his wand around his Office warding off the space from any unwanted listener's. Once he was finished, he opened up his fireplace to receive visitors. Green flames shot out from his fireplace; Jakob stepped back as the figure of a man stepped through. "Jakob it's good to see you old friend." The man's cool voice spoke softly.
Jakob shook the man's hand, "It's good to see you too, Travers. It's safe for you to speak freely. I have taken all the necessary precautions." Travers nodded and rubbed his bony hand over his shaved head. It was clear to Jakob that he was stressed out the wizard looked like he hadn't slept in days, "What's bothering you Travers?" Jakob asked him, crossing his arms over his chest leaning back against his desk.
"They caught Ekrizdis." Travers said handing crumpled up newspaper to him. Jakob took the paper out of his grasp, turning it over he saw the face of Erik Ekrizdis being hauled away. The paper was written in Cyrillic script so he new that he must've been apprehended somewhere in the former Soviet Union, this news line was dated from two weeks ago. "This is dated two weeks ago, Travers! Why the fuck did it take you so long to contact me?!" Jakob yelled at the man in front of him, who was pacing back and forth.
"I had to make sure those Eastern European Auror assholes that captured Ekrizdis weren't on my trail! It took me a week before I felt safe enough to travel! Let alone jump through all your bloody hoops just to get a meeting with you!" Travers yells throwing his hands in the air in frustration. Jakob gritted his teeth in anger, the nerve of this man after everything his has done for him. "I'm sorry, did you want to go back to Azkaban? I thought you all liked your freedom. It's not my fault you have to follow Ekrizdis everywhere like a love sick puppy dog!"
Travers grabbed Jakob by his collar yanking him off the desk slamming him to the ground. Knocking the wind out of him, Travers went to punch Jakob who took out his wand and jammed it into the bald man's neck. "Get your fucking hands off me, right-the-fuck-now." Jakob stressed his, to make his point clear Jakob jammed his wand harder into his neck. Travers shoved him into the floor, as he backed away from him. Jakob stood and brushed his robes off eyeing the man carefully, "If Ekrizdis talks-"
"He won't, he knows better than that." Travers said all too quickly. "You can't know that for sure. You need to fix this now." Jakob command the other wizard. The other wizards' eyes widen in shock, "Me! How the hell am I supposed to do that? It's not as if I have any Ministerial authority, unlike someone else I know." Travers looked pointedly at him. Jakob shook his head, "I don't have that kind of sway you moron, I can't just demand the release of a prisoner into my custody. I work in the Transportation Department for fuck sakes!" Jakob said exasperatedly, rubbing his temples he was staring to get a headache and this conversation was going nowhere for anyone.
Jakob Summerbee turned his back to the other wizard and walked over to the painting on the wall behind his desk, waving his wand over the large painting it opened up to reveal a large magical safe. "What are you doing?" Travers asked him, Jakob ignored him as he placed his family ring over the lock. Once the lock opened, Jakob started taking out four small containers of gold coins, some documents and a few other things that he needed and needed to get rid of fast. "Summerbee! What's the plan?" Travers asked as he tracked Jakob's movements.
"There is no plan" Jakob said plainly as he conjured his 'go bag' and began to pack the gold coins in the bag as well as the fake papers. Travers's eyes widen in shock. "What the bloody hell do you mean there is no plan?!" Travers yelled at the younger wizard; Jakob ignored him as dumped some documents in the trash before setting them ablaze. "Contrary to popular belief amongst out little band of outlaws, I do not have all the plans and I do not plan for others to act as stupidly as Ekrizdis did." Jakob said grabbing his bag flinging it over his shoulder and made his way over to the Floo. "So that's it then?! You're just going to let Ekrizdis hang out to dry?" Travers threw his hands up in aggravation.
"I don't see what other choice you have, but that is exactly what I plan to do. You all paid me a great amount of coin to get you out of the country and I held up my end of our bargain. All I asked in return was for you all to live out the rest of your lives with your heads down and wands tucked away, but all it took was an idiots to ruin a good thing. Instead of cleaning up your own damn mess you came whining about it to me, I liked Ekrizdis I really did he was a good mate of my father's but the time for friendship is over; it's every wizard for themselves. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go make it look like Jakob Summerbee never existed. Lock up when your done crying like a child." The Auburn-haired wizard said harshly leaving Travers standing in the middle of his office alone.
Jakob quickly and calmly made his way through The Ministry with his bag over his shoulder. Almost there just a few more feet and he would be on the lift, then the lift would take him down one floor to the Floo Network where he would go to his loft where he would scrub his identity clean. He always knew that there was a possibility that his true identity would be revealed, he just didn't think it was going to be this soon. The lift opened and Jakob stepped inside he paced around in the small lift. How could he be so stupid and so cocky, to which his cockiness led to sloppiness, and his sloppiness had landed him in the situation he was in now. Going on the lamb. He needed to make it look like Jakob Summerbee never existed, or he could make it look like he had died. Faking a death was a complicated matter, he needed someone he could trust to help him with that plan; if he wanted to go that route.
He had obviously trusted the wrong Death Eaters they had become whiny little bastards without their master to turn to for directions, but their was only one person he could trust now other than himself and he need to get to her quickly before anyone noticed he was gone. Which was going to be more difficult with the way the werewolf pack moved around these days. It was a calculated risk but it was a risk he was willing to take…for her.
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Lucius Malfoy signed annoyed at the slight pounding in his temples. He had received another beating from Private Butler earlier that morning, which lead to the wizard being thrown out on his ass and terminated. Lucius considered that a small victory, all in all it was a good day so far. It would be an even better day if he wasn't chained to a metal desk and chair in the interrogation room. Lucius was now face to face with a young female Auror, whom he had never met before and didn't even bother to remember her name.
"I want to speak to the Minister, the treatment I've received from you all has been very appalling." The Auror across from him sucked her teeth in disgust. "I'm sure the Minister will get right on that Mr. Malfoy." It's Lord. Lord Malfoy, Lucius wanted to correct her.
Before he could however the door to the Interrogation Room opened up, stepping inside was none other than the Minister of Magic himself Kingsley Shacklebolt. The female Auror stood up quickly at attention, "At ease, Ms. Smoke. Thank you for filling in on such short notice. Do mind waiting outside this shouldn't take long." The Minister asked the young female Auror nodded politely, and took her leave.
Leaving the two wizards alone, "You have your pets well trained. I didn't think you were ever going to come visit me. I do get lonely in here, you know." Lucius said sarcastically with a chuckle and a smirk. The Minister said nothing and this wasn't the reaction Lucius was hoping to get out of the dark skinned wizard. The blonde frowned and tried another approach. "I see your pajamas are still regal as ever." Kingsley still said nothing and calmly sat down a cross from Lucius, who sneered at him. "Are you just going to sit there and stare at me or are you actually speak to me?" Kingsley raised a dark eyebrow at him, and with a sigh the dark wizard set a large folder in front of him. "What is that? Is that my file? Does it tell you what a bad wizard I've been?" Lucius said giving the Minister a vile smirk.
The Minister rolled his eyes at him, "Are you quite finished?" Kingsley asked the blonde prisoner. said nothing as he sat back in his metal chair and "I do have other things better to do with my time than sit here and listen to you try and get a rise out of me by making fun of my employees and the way I dress." The Minister told him opening up the folder in front of them Lucius sucked his teeth at the Minister.
"Since you asked me a question I'll be kind enough to answer, yes this is your file. It has all of your deeds and mostly known affiliations, as well as some known associates." Kingsley said matter-of-factly to the chained wizard. "I have gone over the information you gave to Ms. Jade, I think you and I both know that this is all a crock of dragon dung. Most of the people you named as being in league with Voldemort, are already dead or in Azkaban. Why waste everyone's time with these lies?" The Minister added level-headedly shutting the folder.
Lucius feigned shock at the Minister's words, "Why would I lie to you? You are the Minister of Magic after all, and you are the only one who has the power to get me what I want and need." Lucius said a small smirk appeared on his lips. The Minister folded his hands over the folder, "What is it you had hoped to accomplish when you gave up useless information like this?" the blonde flexed his aristocratic jaw. In truth Lucius wanted to see if the Minister would actually follow through with what his flunkies promised him.
"I just wanted to see if you were true to your word as your goons suggested you were. Alas I've yet to have my meals prepared by a house-elf. The cot I'm sleeping on is just terrible on my lower back, and I have yet to have my conjugal visit with a witch of my choosing, if it's help you require on that front. Madam Roxanne off Knockturn Ally knows what I like, she has a nice brothel you might even find yourself a witch too, unless you're not into witches." Lucius stated with a historical laugh.
The Minister shook his head at the blonde, "You really are a sick diluted bastard you know that." Kingsley stated, he was truly astonished at his sick and twisted mind of Lucius Malfoy. "Its like you have forgotten what you are. You are prisoner and from what you have given us, a seriously over-valued prisoner at that. Did you really think I would give into your insane ass demands?" The Minister stood up quickly, pushing in his chair away from the table and headed for the door.
"Wait! Where the bloody hell do you think your going?!" Lucius shouted at him and tried to stand but the chains held him in place. The Minister turned towards him giving him an icy stare, as the blonde yanked at his chains. "I am going back to my nice cozy office, were I can run my departments in peace. You on the other hand, are going back to Azkaban where you belong and you are going to stay there until you take your last breath." The seriousness and sheer coldness in the Minister's voice shocked the blonde wizard. "What! No! Wait!" Lucius let out a frightened shout at the Minister, who smirk slightly as he watched the blonde struggle against his restraints.
"I...I can give you what you want...I swear…I have valuable information. I do! There are still plenty of agents who support the Dark Lord and his agenda, within the Ministry as we speak! I can tell you where the rest of the Death Eaters are or where they will be, I was the one who set up all the safe houses for us all over Europe I case things didn't go as planned. I can't go back to that hell whole! I won't!" Lucius bellowed to the Minister. Kingsley closed the door but didn't sit down at the table, instead he leaned his back against the door. Crossing his strong arms over his chest, "You've lied to me before, how could I possibly trust you?" the Minister narrowed his eyes at the blonde wizard. "I'll give you the first name in confidence, just give me some guarantees me that you can and will keep me out of Azkaban."
The Minister gave a pregnant pause, pondering all the possibilities: if Lucius Malfoy lied to him again, he would undoubtedly send him straight back to the deepest darkest whole Azkaban had to offer and not even lose any sleep over it. However if he told the truth and gave him a name to an agent of Lord Voldemort, who were working behind the scenes of the Ministry undermining his authority. The Minister would have to give him something in return. Right? He certainly was not going to give him a witch so he could entertain himself with that was for sure, and he could eat the same slop as everyone else in Azkaban he was by no means going to get a house-elf that could pop in and out of any place it wanted to, a better cot seemed easy enough, it certainly was a lesser evil.
"Give me a name and I'll see what I can do for you." The Minister spoke confidently, taking a leap of faith putting the Snitch on Lucius's side of the pitch. "You remember Walden Macnair?" the Minister nodded with a frown. Macnair was just a lowly level Death Eater who may or may not have fought during the First Wizarding War he was basically a nobody within the ranks of the Death Eaters as far as the Minister knew, and had parish during the Battle of Hogwarts at the hands of Hermione.
"Where is this going Malfoy?" Kingsley asked narrowing his eyes at the blonde in question.
"Patience is a virtue Mr. Minister. Macnair was just a low level Death Eater who held no real respect to any of us in the Inner Circle, but his former lover now she was the real ticket. I believe you know of her Mafalda Hopkirk." The Minister said nothing but sat back and let Lucius tell his tale. "Granted she wasn't a Hopkirk back then I believe her name was Summerbee if I recall correctly, had a bit of a rebellious streak in her at the time. Had a thing for the bad boy wizards so to speak; I never dipped my wand into that mind you, her family was just barely pure of blood. Though I do recall she had a son." Lucius let out a sigh. "My guess is that good ol' Macnair just didn't want to settle down and make her an honest witch out of her, or it could be that she just didn't tell him anything about the boy. I always thought that the youngest Summerbee never did look quite like Summerbee senior that is. Your familiar the Summerbee's aren't you Mr. Minister? After all you did just promote one as the Head to the Department of Magical Transportation after all." Lucius said with a slight smirk.
The Minister flexed his jaw. "So help me Lucius if your lying to me…I won't hesitate to throw your ass into the deepest, darkest hole Azkaban has to offer and not lose any sleep over it." Lucius held up his hands in surrender as best he could, given that they were still chained to the table. "Think for just a moment would you, how do you think the Death Eaters escaped your grasp so easily? Who else has that kind of authority to go wherever they please whenever they please? Are you even curious as to how dear old Basil lost his marbles over the years? It was all Jakob Summerbee, he has been working you all over since his first day at the Ministry." the Minister looked to the two way mirror on the wall and gave slight nod.
The Siren on the other side tapped the window twice in understanding, "Find me Jakob Summerbee" the Aurors looked up at her, "Now!" she shouted at the group, who scrambled out of the room as fast as they could. Jade green eyes flicked back to the Minister and their prisoner Lucius Malfoy.
"Let me guess, you have your pet Siren doing your dirty work." Lucius commented looking at the mirror.
AN: Well that's Chapter 9 I hope you guys enjoyed it, I am currently working on the next chapter as I type this it should be up in the next few days I hope.