Amelia Bones was not a happy person. She had been called to Hogwarts by Professor McGonagall, something that had only happened twice since she became the head of the DMLE 14 years ago. What she found out was shocking. Now she had to keep the largest case of her career quite and find time to reevaluate her acceptance of a once portrayed great wizard of the light. Or Albus Dumbledore no longer qualified as a light wizard in her eyes. He had attempted unspeakably illegal things. Things that every pureblood, even those of the Pureblood Supremacists, would condemn him for.
The fact that Molly, Ginerva, and Ronald Weasley had helped Dumbledore made her wonder about the people that she knew and had grown up with. She was a little appalled at their behavior, they are purebloods yes, but they had always been on the light side. The pureblood and half-blood factions were going to have a field day with the theft of the oldest known Wizarding line.
This was the current cause of the headache that was spawning behind her eyes and ears. In order to bring down a person as powerful as Dumbledore, she needed someone like Lucius Malfoy; actually she needed the blond wanker himself. Lucius Malfoy may have been a pureblood bigot but he and his wife were extremely proud of the Wizarding ways and that included following the rules of families. You never attempted to steal another bloodline; that was one of the most dishonorable things that you could do. Amelia had drafted a letter and gone over it twice before calling her personal owl, Hermes, to deliver it instead of a ministry owl. It was definitely time for a finger or two of firewhiskey.
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Lucius Malfoy was often seen as a pureblood bigot. He acted that way in public, partly to keep the fear of the Malfoy reputation unchanged during the Voldemort reign and well known. One did not cross the Malfoy's lightly and many families had lost wealth and life by challenging the honor of the Malfoy's. At home he was a very different man, loving and caring. Narcissa had grown up in the very pureblood supremacist House of Black, she like Sirius did not share those views. Though the marriage had been arranged, Lucius and Narcissa were happy with each other. Their son however was another story, refusing to listen to his father or his parents, respecting only his Grandfathers portrait. Abraxus Malfoy had been a true pureblood supremacist, killing even half-bloods on his land and in broad daylight when Voldemort was in power. Anyone who dared to talk to him or his family had better have no less than thirty generations of pure blood within their veins and no squibs. Squibs were unacceptable and in Abraxus' mind meant unworthy blood. Draco whole heartedly agreed with his deceased grandfather and would listen to no one but Abraxus. At Hogwarts however, he spouted about complaining to his father, which he did very often. Draco had never met his Grandfather, Abraxus having been killed in the war nearly three years before the Harry Potter incident.
Lucius was sitting at his desk in the study going over some business paperwork when a barn owl tapped on his window. He looked over and his eyebrows raised. This was the Director of the DMLE personal owl. 'Lady Bones must have something very important to talk to me about.'
He rose and let the owl in before removing the note attached to his leg. Hermes looked at him gratefully and hooted before going over to the perch and tucking his head under a wing to wait for a reply.
Lucius opened the note and his eyes widened.
Lord Malfoy,
I would like an audience with you this coming morning at 8:30 to discuss a very grave matter of attempted line theft by some very surprising people. I feel uncomfortable saying anymore until we are able to meet. You may bring Lady Malfoy as well. Please send your reply back with my owl Hermes. He will be content to wait.
Sincerely
Lady Amelia Bones
Director of DMLE