I don't own any of the characters or ideas from the Harry Potter books, if I did I would be very rich and I wouldn't have to go to high school any more.

CHAPTER 5

Lucius walked into his home quietly, as if nobody was there. Someone was there however, his wife. She was sitting on the sofa waiting for him when he entered.

"Hello Narcissa, did you have a good day?" Lucius said, realizing that she was in a horrible mood.

"Not really." She answered "Do you know why?"

"No I, I don't." stuttered Lucius, puzzled.

She clearly thought he'd done something wrong. Lucius racked his brain for any reason why his wife would be mad at him. He had been especially good that past week, or at least that's what he thought.

"What's wrong honey?" he asked, a little too sweetly.

"Don't you 'honey' me! You know what you did!" she almost-shouted.

"Honestly, I have no idea what you're talking about!" he answered, now terrified.

Then it occurred to him, maybe she found out about him talking to Harry. He really thought she'd be okay with it.

"Why did you do it?" she asked furiously.

"I honestly thought you'd be okay with it!" he answered, terrified.

"OKAY WITH IT?" she answered, getting red in the face.

Lucius had really never seen his wife like this. He was almost beginning to think twice about his marriage.

"I really don't understand what you're yelling at me about!" Lucius answered, his voice shaky

"You held a death-eater meeting under MY roof without telling ME? What are you, stupid? You thought I'd be okay with it?" she screamed.

"What? I didn't host a death-eater meeting here, Alecto and Amycus did!" Lucius defended.

"No, Alecto and Amycus moved out on Saturday. How could they have held the meeting on Sunday?" she argued.

"They were in here holding the meeting when we came home from the wedding!" argued Lucius, knowing he was fighting a losing battle. "And even if I did do it what do you expect me to do, apologize? You do realize this is my house too don't you?"

"I expect you to leave, now." ordered Narcissa.

Lucius was shocked. More than shocked, he felt trapped. How could he stay? She would leave probably if he did. How could he leave? Where would he go? He couldn't prove himself.

"Fine then." he answered, defeated.

Narcissa had already stood up and walked away, so he climbed the stairs to his room to collect his things. He grabbed a large amount of clothes out of his dresser and threw them on the bed. He went to his closet and dug to the back where he found his only piece of luggage, his old Hogwarts trunk. Inside, he placed his clothes, some parchment and some quills (you never know when you'll need them'), a family photo album (he didn't really know how long he'd be gone), some pillows, blankets, and the usual toiletries needed on the average vacation. The Malfoys never had any reason to travel other than vacations and he wasn't sure where he would end up going. He closed up his trunk and ran downstairs, still completely unaware of where he would be going, and went to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and put every firewhisky in the fridge into his trunk except one, which he popped he cap off of, and drank half of before closing the fridge and his trunk and walking out the door. He probably assumed he made the best decisions when he was drunk, which was understandable seeing as he woke up at Harry's house the last time, and made an excellent choice of partners.

Lucius waited at the corner feeling dizzy. He wasn't sure if it was the firewhiskey or the fact that he just got kicked out of his own, large, beautiful home for something he didn't do. He was surprised he actually left, when he could've stayed. Though, he supposed, the cost of that would be extremely high. It may have cost his marriage, which was the most valuable thing he had, other than Draco.

Maybe if he stayed away for a little while everything would be okay. He would have to be let back eventually, Narcissa would realize he'd changed, right?

He stepped forward, still unaware of what he was doing, and kept stepping. To other people it may seem like walking, but Lucius was arguing with himself in his mind. To take a step could mean he won't see his family in a long time, but to go back might mean he would have no family to see at all. He kept walking for a time and ended up right where he seemed to keep ending up for the past couple of days, at Harry's again.

The house was right beside the house in which his parents died, and it was clear that Ginny did the decorating. There was a garden with flowers of all shapes and colors; it really looked like a wonderful place to live.

Lucius hadn't really gotten a good look at it yet. He approached the door slowly, taking in every part of the house.

When he knocked on the door nobody answered for a while. They clearly weren't expecting anyone, he hadn't had time to warn them, but eventually Ginny opened the door and welcomed him in.

The entranceway was beautiful and welcoming. It was all decorated with red and gold, the colors of Gryffindor, yet he still felt welcome.

"What would you like?" Ginny asked.

"I am terribly sorry to barge in on you like this but my wife kicked me out. She thinks I'm the one trying to bring Voldemort back and it's too hard to argue." Lucius explained.

"Well you are very welcome to stay here with us." Ginny graciously offered.

"Thank you."

Ginny led him down the hallway and into a small guest bedroom. This room was decorated with the colors of Ravenclaw house. Lucius could help but ask why.

"Luna comes over so often, we decided to decorate it in a way for her to feel comfortable."

It was nice, but it definitely wasn't what he was used to. The Potters were too hospitable. He was use to a cold, dark type of home. The colors were too bright, and people actually carried out conversations with each other. Nice conversations. This was definitely the kind of place a normal Slitherin would not be comfortable in.

He didn't bother unpacking his clothes into the drawers. His trunk held everything well enough.

Lucius relocated himself to the kitchen. It took a while, he couldn't remember his way around, and when he got there he sat himself down at the small, round table and opened another firewhiskey. The kitchen was small, but homey. It had a small window above the sink, a muggle stove, muggle refrigerator, and some sort of little contraption below the sink.

"What is that box for?" Lucius asked.

"It's a handy little invention the muggles made. It's called a dish-washer. The name says it all. It really is useful, we probably wouldn't have one if it hadn't come with the house." she answered.

Lucius liked the way Ginny gave such specific answers. Not just yes, no, or it's a dishwasher. She explains it, answering any unasked questions.

"Where's Harry?" he asked, again waiting for a detailed answer.

"He's working. Apparently threes still more dark wizards to be caught." she said.

"So he's an auror?"

"Oh, not just an auror, he's head of the auror office at the ministry of magic! I'm quite proud of him, especially after Professor Umbridge telling him he would never be one. God, I hated that toad."

"So did I! She basically took over my entire office. I was quite annoyed; trying to get her to leave us alone was a chore. I was a loyal death-eater then, and I wasn't about to let her know that."

This obviously wasn't the best thing Lucius could mention. Eventually the awkward silence was too long to bear, and Lucius finished off his firewhiskey and went off to his temporary bedroom.

Even with the lights off the room was too light for Lucius's taste. He'd have preferred dungeon darkness.

As Lucius was slipping off to sleep, he thought about his beautiful wife and his darling son and new daughter in law. This was all worth it to keep them all safe.

A/N-

I won't be updating until somebody asks me to, I've just returned to writing again and I'm not wasting my time if there is nobody reading. Not that I don't care, I just haven't written this story in a while and I'm not feeling it any more. I will continue if someone wants me to though.