2nd of August, 1995

Lucius was at the Ministry for other reasons – a confidential meeting with his old friend Pythus Yaxley – but when he noticed Percy Weasley standing in the Atrium he swung his cloak around and headed back towards him. His next task could wait a few moments. Surely even the newly-returned Dark Lord would allow him that?

Percy looked very pleased with himself as he strode with an uncharacteristic lack of purpose past the great anathema of a statue. In fact, so pre-occupied was he by his own thoughts, that he did not even see Lucius until he was standing right in front of him.

He noticed him all in a rush and the blood under his skin flooded his face from neck to hairline. "Mr Malfoy, sir!" he said breathlessly.

"My dear boy." Lucius touched his arm lightly; this time Percy did not pull away. "I thought we had determined to address each other by our christian names."

"I am sorry. Lucius."

"You look happy, Percy. It's a good sight to see. Your journey towards the job of Minister is progressing rapidly I hope?"

Percy smiled even more broadly. "Actually, sir, yes it is. I've just been offered a promotion by Minister Fudge himself."

"I'm very pleased to hear it."

"I am to be his Personal Junior Assistant."

Lucius nodded. "I have at times wondered whether Fudge is up to the job. However, this restores my faith in him. This shows that he is able to spot the most able men among his staff. That's an admirable quality in a leader."

"Thank you, sir. I'm one of the youngest ever to hold the position."

"I would congratulate you, but I feel rather that it is the Ministry which is to congratulated in its good fortune in having use of you."

"Oh, I don't know about that." Percy wrung his hands in an embarrassed way.

"Modesty is only necessary for those who are mediocre, Percy. It is unbecoming for someone as talented and driven as yourself. I am sure your father will be very proud of you."

"I hope so."

"If I were your father, then I would be proud. Very proud."

Percy looked into Lucius' face then and there was a kind of worship in his expression. This almost prompted Lucius to invite him for a celebratory drink, but as soon as he thought of that, he remembered the work he was supposed to be doing for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. He did not have time to stand chatting.

"We must have some champagne together soon to celebrate. I will Owl you." Lucius swept away.