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Warnings: Language. Violence. Future Lemons.

King of Fools – Chapter 5

Pandora sat quietly looking at the roaring fire in the hearth as "the lord" and Lucius sat conversing. She hadn't been paying attention but when her name was mention she turned and began listening intently. When they noticed that she was actually listening they stopped talking.

"Victor, Andrea." The lord called and in mere seconds her parents were standing in the room.

"You called milord?" They asked bowing.

"Take Pandora to Malfoy manor. Wait there, Lucius will be along shortly to discuss the plans with you." He ordered.

"Yes milord." They said taking Pandora by either of her arms and led her out of the room and into the hallway where they all dissapeared.

~*~

"Lucius."

"My lord?"

"I want an heir." Voldemort says. Lucius looks up at him in shock before quickly lowering his head.

"Exscuse me my lord but what does that have to do with me?"

"CRUCIO!"

~*~

Pandora, her mother and her father all sat around the table at Malfoy Manor. They were all waiting around for Lucius to return. Pandora looked at her mother and father who were both looking at her. The both wore stange looking cloaks and in their hands were strange masks. She knew better than to ask. It just wasn't proper in her parents eyes. So she decided she would ask Lucius when he got back.

Just at that moment Lucius walked throught the door looking very worn out, slightly dishevled and more tense than she had ever seen him before.

"Lucius?" She asked truly concerned for him. He merely ignored her and turned towards her parents.

"He wants me to provide him with an heir. And by the end of next week it must be concieved." Her mother said nothing but her father was calm.

"An heir? From you?" Her fathers voice was deadly calm and that scared her. She knew that when he was this calm it was not going to be good for anyone who got in his way. She had learned that the hard way.

"What do we get out of it? She is our daughter after all" Her mother asked. That was all it took she immediately knew they were talking about her. Then it clicked. The lord. Lucius said he had to provide an heir. Her parents wanting to know what they got out of it. The lord wanted Lucius to impregnate her and provide him with an heir.

"NO!" She screamed. Lucius and both of her parents turned to look at her. "NO! I wont let you!" She cried again stomping her foot like an angered child. She would be damned if they took away her choice to bring a child into this world.

Sure she had always wanted a child, but not from a man who was just going to turn around and give her child to a man who was more snake than man!

"You will recive three hundred thousand galleons for every year your child is in my care and thirty thousand every year her child is in my care until he or she has reached the age to take over Voldemorts place." Lucius continued on as if she wasn't even in the room.

"Lucius! You cant do this please!" She begged him.

"I am afraid you have no choice!" Came her mothers shrill voice. She regarded her mother coldly and wanted nothing more than to smack that smug look off her face. She didn't even care her daughter was being sold off for her body to be a baby making maschine. No, all she cared about was the money. Her mask had always been taught to wear to hide her emotions was slowly slipping away. Hanging on merely by a thread.

"Father…" She began.

"Pandora. Go to our room now. Not another word. You have disgraced me enough for one night." Lucius ordered looking down at her with cold gray eyes. She felt as if her heart had just been ripped into. That little thread that had been holding her mask in place snapped as she felt tears begin to treck down her cheeks like little waterfalls.

'Why?'

"Luci…" She began but caught herself as she was knocked to the floor with a stinging pain on her cheek. She looked up through watery eyes to see Lucius looming over her cruely. Both of her parents wore matching expressions of satisfaction as they watched Lucius tighten the reighns of their child.

"Do not make me repeat myself girl." He hissed. She didn't need to be told again. She got up and ran to their room. She threw herself onto the bed and sobbed into the pillows until she had no tears left to cry.

Her last thoughts of the night were, ' why Lucius…why?'

A/N: It must get worse before it gets better. Please review, but no flames please.