AN: This is my attempt at Lucius. I actually really liked that idea because it helps me bring the Prewett twins into the story. If it totally stinks I won't do another. This is for gunsnroses007 . Nj it was requested and I'll try to do it justice. It will only be half a chapter just to dabble in it. Once again I am not JK Rowling.

Lucius POV

The cell in Azkaban was small and cramped. I crawled across the room and added another slash mark on the wall with my nail. I had been in here for two hundred and fourteen days. Exactly eight months.

A muffled crying came from the cell next to mine. It was Stan Shunpike. He had a habit for crying at night.

"I'm not a death eater!" He moaned brokenly. It was easy to see he was finally starting to crack. At least the Dark Lord had had recruited the dementors or they would be here too driving us mad.

It was amazing I hadn't had to come here after the first war. I had been with Antonin when we went after those twins. The Dark Lord had said they figured out how to destroy him and we were to take them out no matter what the cost. Antonin had sacrificed himself so I could get away.

Apparently that had been his plan all along because he hadn't wanted Draco to grow up without a father figure. He told me when he had escaped last year when he had escaped. Us death eaters stuck together. I only hope that Severus would be able to take care of my family. Everyone else who had been at the Department of Mysteries besides Bella had ended up here.

"Your rations." A gruff voice said pushing some moldy bread through the bars of the cell. I grabbed it and ate only a small bite. In here you had to be careful about how quickly you ate the food you were given. You didn't know when you would get food or water even.

Days passed and I took to staring out the bars thinking of my son and wife who were outside these walls. I would never want them to end up in this place. But the only way that could happen is if we defected from the Dark Lord. The thought both terrified me and excited me. We could carefully walk along the line and jump over when the time was right.

I leaned back against the wall and started to make a plan of how to cut my family away from the Dark Lord.

Hermione POV

I was sitting in the library flipping through a book looking for Horcruxes with Harry and Ron. How could there be nothing about them?

"I haven't found one single explanation of what Horcruxes do!" I told them. "Not a single one! I've been right through the restricted section and even in the most horrible books, where they tell you how to brew the most gruesome potions — nothing! All I could find was this, in the introduciion to Magick Moste Evile — listen — 'Of the Horcrux, wickedest of magical inventions, we shall not speak nor give direction'… I mean, why mention it, then?" I said impatiently, slamming the old book shut; it let out a ghostly wail. "Oh, shut up," I snapped, stuffing it back into my bag.

"Why do you three want to know about Horcruxes?" Sirius asked pulling out a chair next to us. He had moved back to the Three Broomsticks for the time being.

"I heard the term and I had never heard it before why do you know what it is?" I asked looking at Sirius. He shifted uncomfortably and I looked at Harry and Ron. Both of them had excited gleams in their eyes and waited for Sirius to say something.

"First off where did you hear the term?" He asked a slightly nervous look in his eyes.

"A Slytherin. No idea what his name is. I tried looking it up but could only find out that its wicked dark magic." I said hoping he believed the lie.

"Its some of the darkest magic I know of." Sirius said running through his hands through his hair. "You somehow split your soul and store it in an object. Its pretty much a fail safe to keep yourself alive forever." My mouth was open in shock.

"How is that even possible?" Ron asked a his eyes glazed.

"I don't really know to be honest. I only know what I read in a book. When I still lived at home I would read in the summer. Unfortunately not the best idea when you live in house full of Slytherins. I stopped reading when it talked about ripping your soul apart. Just the thought of it makes me squeamish." He said shaking his head.

I looked at Harry. His eyes were wide and his face pale. Apparently he had come to the same conclusion I did. Voldemort was immortal. The words Harry had said earlier that summer echoed in my mind. Neither can live while the other survives.

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