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Lucius smiled in the corner of his cell baring his teeth in a feral manner. His son had come to visit, his faithful, loyal son Draco.
He had written a letter to that Potter brat. Lucius may have been able to persuade the guard to let him write a letter but not anything else, he knew who to turn to though his son.
Lucius was allowed a visit a week for 10 minutes much longer than other prisoners in Azkaban but then he was a Malfoy he deserved it.
He watched as his son walked into his cell paying the greedy mudblood guard to turn a blind eye.
He was proud of his son; he was as ambitious as himself though he would never admit it aloud to him.
"Draco" Lucius greeted coldly, revealing none of his emotions.
"Father" Draco replied in the same cold voice.
"Draco this letter you must get it to potter is that understood?" said Lucius standing up and giving a small piece of parchment to Draco who slipped it into his robes.
"Yes father" Draco replied knowing full well what his father was planning to do, he smiled a vicious smile on his arrogant face, revelling in the thought of Potters fear.
"Draco you have got what I asked for?" Lucius said
"Yes father it was hard to get but I have it" Draco replied proudly pulling a small crystal vial containing a deep red liquid out of his robes.
"You have done well son, procuring such a rare item" Lucius muttered as he held the small vial in his hands as a mother would a child.
"Very well indeed"
There was a creak as the cell was opened again revealing the same guard who said "times up" in a weak pathetic voice.
Lucius snapped his head up and had the vial in his robes before the guard had finished saying "t..."
Lucius looked at the guard, his son unknowingly doing the same, both curling their lips up in disgust at the mudblood.
Draco stepped outside the cell and left, leaving Lucius by himself.
When Lucius was sure no one was near he took the vial and pressed it against his lips and let the deep red liquid pour into his throat, ignoring the instantaneous pain that came with it.
Lucius fell to the floor in pain dropping the empty vial onto the floor, waves of pain flowing through his body as he thrashed about. He fell unconscious in the darkness of Azkaban.
Draco crossed the sea separating Azkaban from the mainland with the Malfoy trademark Blonde hair blowing about in the wind as he stood in the boat. He pondered why he was doing this for his father, who had never showed any love to him what so ever. It came to him as he was interrupted from his thought.
"Sir we're here" said a guard looking at him with fear.
Draco stepped off the boat and walked out of the ward boundary lines and apperated away with a quit pop. Draco knew why he was going to help his father, he wanted recognition from his enemies and his allies, he was a Malfoy, and he will have recognition.
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