Chapter 7
It was Draco's first Halloween. Lucius didn't think it was going to come as quickly as it had. 1st of October. The past few months had really gone just so quickly. It was perhaps among the greatest holidays he thought, along with Christmas. Halloween brought back fond memories for him of the day during and after the days of Hogwarts, The feasts there for the holiday had always been spectacled. And then they year before Narcissa had insisted she be aloud to thrown a ball to make the occasion. He had not needed a lot of persuasion. She had of course jazzed the hall up with pumpkin and what not and then insisted everyone come in fancy dress. She had had such a sense of fun about her he fondly remembered. His dear Cissy…
But this year there was another reason to be grateful for the holiday. This was it for the Dark Lord as well he thought to himself. The night he went for the boy. By the morning the Potters were going to be dead and a new world order was going to take hold of there society. Then blood traitors such as the Weasley family were going to have to stop shaming the wizarding world. Things were going to start going the Malfoy way.
Draco would grow up in a world of honour as his mother would want him too he thought solemnly. This was right.
That night he had been order to go and wait for his master at headquarters with the others. When he arrived he saw all but Peter and the Dark lord. Sitting with Severus and rod as well as Bella he began thinking, letting himself dream about what going to come in the future. For himself. He was going to rise up above all of the others. He knew it in his heart. Bella wasn't going to be remembered in the eyes of the Dark Lord when the new world came. He was going to be so loyal; he was going to be so true.
He sat there among his companions and he wished his wife was there to see the day. He wondered if it was what she would have wanted for them. She would have gone along with it all he was sure. But was it what she really wanted for them and their son. Would she have been proud of him for this? That was another matter.
The waiting seem to go on forever. It wasn't long before Rod knew his wife was getting restless. She got up from the chair she had been sitting in and she begun to pace…up and down…up and down. She looked as if she was a lioness who had been caged.
Apart from the sound of Bella's shows the room was perfectly silent. Severus had never known any thing so still. It was as if time was frozen or the world had ended. And it was just them in some far off universe.
"Where is he?" Bella finally asked the men in her life. She for one couldn't take the silence. Not any more. She had had to speak.
They said nothing. What else could they do for none of them knew where he was? Lucius hoped everything had gone alright.
How thoughts again turned to his son. When he had asked Eliza to take him for the night she had known he was up to something. She had always known when he was doing some thing wrong. She knew him better than he had ever known himself.
He hoped Draco was going to be good for her that evening. It wasn't as if she was young any more. She needed her sleep.
"He is going to be here," said Rod to his wife. He had faith that everything was going to be fine.
"I know he is. I just wish he would hurry up about it."
All they could do was sit tight.
Severus's prayed to the good lord was going to live through this night. He had been working with Dumbledore. Surely he was going to be able to protect her. In a way that Potter never could. When the two of them had refused to join the Dark Lord on a manner of principal he had put her in danger. That in Severus eyes was unforgivable. He didn't understand her at times.
They had been friends ever since he could remember. She had been his first friend. His best friend. When no one else knew he was alive, he felt, she did. She had always been there and she had always been willing to talk and to listen to him. She had been his once in a life time. His dream…
"Some things wrong." said he to them as they waited.
"No it isn't," said Rod getting annoyed…"till you lot have a little faith."
It was then that the door burst open. The Dark Lord was not there. But the Aurors were…
Eliza held the baby in her arms which had been screaming for over an hour. It unnerved her, him acting this way towards her. It was not as if he did not know who she was. She had been the one who had been looking after him while his father had been at work all these months.
She had tried everything. She had changed him and she had fed him, and she had even checked to see if he had a temperature. But he didn't. There was only one thing he wanted.
His father.
"Ok," she cooed over him as she sat down on the sofa, trying to comfort him. They were at her little cottage which was in the village just five minutes walk from the manor.
She had told Lucius when he had asked her to take Draco over night he would have to come to her. He had been fine with it. But maybe she had been wrong to take him out of his home at night.
"Its all going to be ok little one, daddy will be home soon." she said to him, kissing his fore head.
Morning would come quill she hoped.
Draco had real tears pouring on to his cheeks. This wasn't just him playing up, he was really upset. It alarmed her. She had never seen him so worked up before. He was getting himself all hot. He didn't want her. He didn't want her to hold him. He needed his father…
Lucius had never felt this afraid. He was going to Azkaban prison. And there was only one thing on his mind. His son. The only thing he had apart from him was Eliza and she wasn't enough. He had to get back to him. He had a motherless son!
"Let me out"" he said as he sat in the cell waiting to be taken over to the fortress. "I have a son. I want my baby!" he said furiously punching the walls. He wanted to get out. He needed his son. What was to become of Draco if he was not there to look after him? He had to be there to cuddle him when he got upset at night, no one else knew how to. There were so many little things only he knew how to do for Draco. There was no other way. He had to be there.
But no one came. No one was willing to listen to him.
Down the cell block Rod sat in his cell. He could hear Lucius screaming for his son. His best friend had clearly been devastating by there capture. Lucius had a lot going for him on the outside despite the death of his wife. The most important thing to him was obviously his son and he felt he had to get back to him. but he had his job at the ministry, the manor. He had the world at his feet. And now it was more likely than not he had lost all of that.
He was shocked that he felt mere indifference to go to jail. There was nothing. Only a void. Just numbness.
But with the Dark Lord dead there was nothing for him to be on the outside for. His wife had not been the Bellatrix he had married when they had just got out of school. She had changed so much.
And he missed the woman she had been.
He missed the fun they had had once. Not just him and Bella but Lucius and Narcissa as well. It had been them, the Slytherin four against everyone else when they had been at school. If one got hurt then they had been able to close ranks. They had really been there for one another.
That was the comradeship he missed. He sure as hell didn't like the one he got from the death eater. Comradeship wasn't that you all filled a different cell.
He knew that much.
Rod rolled over a tried to sleep, but all he could hear was Lucius' desperate pleas.
"I have a son…"