Draco Malfoy and the Chamber of Secrets
"He did WHAT?" Lucius yelled, Snape woke up looking in horror to see Lucius looking into his Pensive. "Where is Gilderoy Lockhart? I'll KILL him!"
Severus wished he'd never taken out that horrible memory, it wasn't uncommon for Lucius to look through his things. "Wait! Wait!" but Lucius was already out the door, Snape looked down to see that he was naked as the day he was born. "Shit…"
Lucius stormed through the Castle, not only had Dumbledore been put back as Head master last night, as Lucius was too preoccupied with Snape. He had to hear it from his house elf, Dobby! Now Gilderoy Lockhart had touched HIS Snape? Lucius was going to flay him alive.
Lucius burst through the doors of the Headmaster, almost running over the second year Harry Potter. He sneered, not even noticing that Dobby had kept up with his Master.
"Good evening, Lucius," said Dumbledore pleasantly.
Mr. Malfoy almost knocked Harry over as he swept into the room. Dobby went scurrying in after him, crouching at the hem of his cloak, a look of abject terror on his face.
The elf was carrying a stained rag with which he was attempting to finish cleaning Mr. Malfoys shoes. Apparently Mr. Malfoy had set out in a great hurry, for not only were his shoes half-polished, but his usually sleek hair was disheveled. Ignoring the elf bobbing apologetically around his ankles, he fixed his cold eyes upon Dumbledore.
"So!" he said "You've come back. The governors suspended you, but you still saw fit to return to Hogwarts."
"Well, you see, Lucius," said Dumbledore, smiling serenely, "the other eleven governors contacted me today. It was something like being caught in a hailstorm of owls, to tell the truth. They'd heard that Arthur Weasleys daughter had been killed and wanted me back here at once. They seemed to think I was the best man for the job after all. Very strange tales they told me, too… Several of them seemed to think that you had threatened to curse their families if they didn't agree to suspend me in the first place."
Lucius went even paler than usual, but his eyes were still slits of fury.
"So — have you stopped the attacks yet?" he sneered. "Have you caught the culprit?"
"We have," said Dumbledore, with a smile.
"Well?" said Lucius sharply. "Who is it?"
"The same person as last time, Lucius," said Dumbledore. "But this time, Lord Voldemort was acting through somebody else. By means of this diary."
He held up the small black book with the large hole through the center, watching Mr. Malfoy closely. Lucius's stoic face let on not even a twitch of recognition.
"I see…" said Lucius slowly to Dumbledore.
"A clever plan," said Dumbledore in a level voice, still staring Mr. Malfoy straight in the eye. "Because if Harry here —" Lucius shot Harry a swift, sharp look "and his friend Ron hadn't discovered this book, why — Ginny Weasley might have taken all the blame. No one would ever have been able to prove she hadn't acted of her own free will…"
Lucius said nothing. His face staying emotionless and stoic.
"And imagine," Dumbledore went on, "what might have happened then… The Weasleys are one of our most prominent pure-blood families. Imagine the effect on Arthur Weasley and his Muggle Protection Act, if his own daughter was discovered attacking and — killing Muggle-borns… Very fortunate the diary was discovered, and Riddle's memories wiped from it. Who knows what the consequences might have been otherwise…"
Lucius forced himself to speak. "Very fortunate," he said stiffly.
"Don't you want to know how Ginny got hold of that diary, Mr. Malfoy?" said Harry.
Lucius Malfoy rounded on him. "How should I know how the stupid little girl got hold of it?" he said.
"Because you gave it to her," said Harry. "In Flourish and Blotts. You picked up her old Transfiguration book and slipped the diary inside it, didn't you?"
"Prove it," Lucius hissed, his rage of this days black cloud that was following him.
"Oh, no one will be able to do that," said Dumbledore, smiling at Harry. "Not now that Riddle has vanished from the book. On the other hand, I would advise you, Lucius, not to go giving out any more of Lord Voldemort's old school things. If any more of them find their way into innocent hands, I think Arthur Weasley, for one, will make sure they are traced back to you…"
Lucius Malfoy stood for a moment, and Harry distinctly saw his right hand twitch as though he was longing to reach for his wand. Instead, he turned to his house-elf. "We're going, Dobby!"
He wrenched open the door and as the elf came hurrying up to him, he kicked him right through it. They could hear Dobby squealing with pain all the way along the corridor.
Lucius heard someone running towards him, another swift kick to Dobby, and he turned to see who it was
"Mr. Malfoy," Harry gasped, skidding to a halt, "I've got something for you —"
Lucius looked down as the boy gave him a sock and book in his hand, "What the —?"
Lucius ripped the sock off the diary, threw it aside, then looked furiously from the ruined book to Harry. "You'll meet the same sticky end as your parents one of these days, Harry Potter," he said softly. "They were meddlesome fools, too."
He turned to go. "Come, Dobby. I said, come."
But Dobby didn't move. He was holding up Harry's disgusting, slimy sock, and looking at it as though it were a priceless treasure.
"Master has given a sock," said the elf in wonderment. "Master gave it to Dobby."
"What's that?" spat Lucius. "What did you say?"
"Got a sock," said Dobby in disbelief. "Master threw it, and Dobby caught it, and Dobby — Dobby is free."
Lucius Malfoy stood frozen, staring at the elf then he lunged at Harry. "You've lost me my servant, boy!" He needed to hurt something, and this twelve year old seemed like a perfect candidate.
But Dobby shouted, "You shall not harm Harry Potter!"
There was a loud bang, and Lucius was thrown backward. He crashed down the stairs, three at a time, landing in a crumpled heap on the landing below. He got up, his face livid, and pulled out his wand, but Dobby raised a long, threatening finger.
"You shall go now," he said fiercely, pointing down at Mr. Malfoy. "You shall not touch Harry Potter. You shall go now."
Lucius had no choice. With a last, incensed stare at the pair of them, he swung his cloak around him and hurried out of sight. He limped a little as he continued around towards the hospital wing. There he saw what he was seeking.
A dopey looking Gilderoy was sitting on one of the beds, unattended. Lucius straightened up, forgetting about the buries on his back from the stairs, and beckoned the man over to him. It was easy to get him out of Hogwarts, easy to get him to a room in one of Lucius's lofts. It was even easier to get Severus Snape to join him at said loft.
This loft was special, it was warded from all the ministries' spies and their knack for finding those who use the unforgivables. Here though, Lucius was able to vent all his frustrations. Lucius knew memory charms, he'd used them enough himself, and it was easy to bring back the old Gilderoy, and to invent new memories for the man to be terrorized through.
He was dropped off at the nearest wizard Asylum for the magically unstable. For the rest of his life Gilderoy banged his head against a cushioned wall, unable to communicate outside of himself. He would die alone, and insane.
Draco said his last goodbyes to Harry, while they had a moment alone early in the morning. Draco promised to send Harry letters, and hoped that maybe they could figure out a way to meet.
He had finally made the marks, he was ranked highest out of all the second years. He would prove himself to his father, and bring honor to the Malfoy name. The only bit of sad news Draco received as he made his way home, was that Dobby would no longer be joining them, as Harry Potter had freed him.
Draco watched as the castle grew further away, and he hoped that the Summer would be filled with happiness. He smiled to himself, hopefully next year he wouldn't have to fight a monster.
/AN: And there we have it, hopefully you enjoyed the second book. Please R&R to let me know what you thought. The third book will be written as well in Draco's point of view. The pairings? DM x HP, RLxSB, LMxSS. What will happen next year? We'll see.
Thank you for reading, truly from the bottom of my heart thank you,
India Jackson