Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Notes: This work will be mostly about sexual themes on the darker side, such as domination and manipulation. If you don't like such themes, you shouldn't read them. And lemons, lots and lots of lemons. This story will contain dark themes like killing and rituals.

(Lucius Malfoy POV)

Gazing out of the window, he contemplated the recent events that had changed the course of his life. At the height of the Dark Lord's power, he had passionately embraced his ideals, believing that Mudbloods were a threat to the wizarding world. He had joined his inner circle and even got himself branded, oblivious to the foolishness of his actions. As the war raged on, House Malfoy's influence grew, and they seemed invincible, until the Dark Lord was defeated by a young half-blood. His close call with Azkaban had made him realize the fragility of his position. House Malfoy faced an existential crisis as even their allies turned against them, and he had to use his cunning to survive.

But then he arose from these problems because he was a Malfoy. He used the Black family's contacts through Narcissa to gain prestige, grow wealth, and influence. He struck down his enemies, financially and socially destroying their influence. He made new, stronger alliances, which allowed the House of Malfoy to become the leader of the Dark faction. Nowadays, even the Minister was in his pocket.

He realized during this time that one should always remain in the shadows. He should have supported the Dark Lord financially. But Malfoys learn from their mistakes and grow. Everything was going well, and even his son was growing up to be an outstanding heir, an exact version of himself. He had already imagined him gaining both the title of Black and Malfoy when he grew up. But suddenly, a wrench came into his life.

When the now-famous prison break happened, his first reaction was dread instead of happiness. Former colleagues, who shared the same goals, were now a potential threat to him. He didn't know what their reaction would be when they realized his influence and conditions compared to theirs. Jealousy was a dangerous thing. He had fully deployed wards on his home and forbade Narcissa and Draco from leaving the house. He awaited any message or attack, and when none came, he was scared that the Dark Lord was back. He repeatedly checked his mark, only to see that it was still weak. When time passed and nothing happened, only then did he lower the wards and become more relaxed. But still, he used all his network and influence to find the whereabouts of the escapees.

His searches proved futile, so his worries grew less and less. But when Barty Crouch Jr. was captured and the Albanian Ministry announced his crimes, he was elated and scared. Elated that his colleagues died, and scared that he was working with such a lunatic before. He pressured Fudge to bring Barty back and have him thrown through the veil. He was a crazy man, and he hated uncontrollable factors. Moreover, he didn't want proper trials to happen in case Barty blabbered about him. Everything went without a hitch. But suddenly, a single question almost threw all his work away. He gritted his teeth when he thought about that Bones bitch.

Sirius Black was innocent, and somehow he escaped with the real culprit, Peter Pettigrew. He still wished to cast Crucio on that bitch. Her question threw all his work out of the window. Sirius Black was innocent, meaning he was Lord Black, not his progeny Draco. He went to everyone he knew for any information on Black's whereabouts. He was even going to put a bounty on him, but suddenly, he got news.

His main money business was targeted and destroyed. He almost fell when he heard the news. His first thought was Black was targeting him, but that thought was thrown away. Black was a staunch supporter of the light, and he would never go so far as to kill people. So, someone else wanted to destroy him. They didn't steal any artifacts, meaning they wanted to send him a message. He may have been able to narrow them down, but the involvement of supposed muggle weaponry completely changed the game. He didn't know anyone in his circle or enemies who would deign to give muggles the time of their day, much less use their weapons.

So, a new player may be involved.

In a show of defiance, he hosted a grand banquet, inviting all the important people in the wizarding world, as a demonstration that Malfoy was never intimidated. He maintained an unwavering confidence, knowing he would bounce back from this setback, just as he had when the Dark Lord was defeated. Despite being written off by his detractors, he would prove them wrong, waiting for the perfect opportunity to emerge victorious. He knew that, just as the Black family had once saved him, he would rise again, stronger than ever.

At the banquet, Éliott De Bombelles, of the prestigious House of De Bombelles from France, made an unexpected appearance, requesting a formal invitation for Malfoy to his party. In exchange, he offered a potential alliance, enabling his business expansion from France to London. While this presented an enticing opportunity, Malfoy remained cautious, as the timing was too convenient for his liking. He wondered if Éliott was behind the recent attack or if this was merely a diversion. Regardless, he would use his shrewdness to unravel the true motives behind Éliott's offer, emerging as the sole player and reducing others to mere pawns.

With an unwavering resolve and confidence, he knew that Malfoys always came out on top.

(Narcissa Malfoy POV)

As she looked at the empty side of the bed, she couldn't help but sigh. Ever since the attack, he had been spending less and less time with her, consumed by his plans and preparations. She had hoped he would ask for her help, considering her family connections, but he never came to her.

A mansion of House of De Bombelle, Marseille, France,

(Lucius Malfoy POV)

As he watched the people milling about and realized he wasn't the center of attention like he was in England, it left a bad taste in his mouth. However, being a Malfoy and knowing that his family had fled France during the French Revolution, he understood the animosity. He was determined to change their impressions and succeed where every Malfoy before him had failed - by regaining influence in France.

As he turned to his heir, his eyes shone with pride. "Draco, did you double-check the language translator rune inscribed on your dress?" he asked, his tone firm but encouraging. The young Malfoy scion responded confidently, but his eyes betrayed a hidden need for acknowledgment, a trait he intentionally fostered. Loyalty was paramount, and the success of the Malfoy legacy depended on it.

As his hand landed on Draco's shoulder, the young man visibly stiffened in momentary shock. Affection was not a common display in the Malfoy household, but exceptions could be made, especially on an important day like this.

Draco returned his father's gaze with determination before nodding and walking off to socialize with young French nobles. Meanwhile, Lucius readied himself for a talk with Éliott, observing the rotund man amiably chatting with the important nobles of France.

He briefly considered taking Narcissa's hand, but a person's face caught his attention, and he turned his gaze toward him instead.

His face seemed vaguely familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. Perhaps the man was a member of a French noble family, or a business associate he had met before. Regardless, he refocused his attention and walked with purpose towards Éliott.

(Pov End)

As Lucius walked off, his mind already preoccupied with the upcoming conversation with Éliott, he forgot about his wife standing beside him. She looked at his back with a mix of disappointment and resignation, then sighed and walked towards the table for refreshments.

(Sirius POV)

As I watched Narcissa gracefully leave, my mind couldn't help but drift off into a daze. She was truly out of this world. Her platinum blonde hair cascaded down her back, framing her perfectly aristocratic face. Her delicate features and piercing blue eyes were only accentuated by her impeccable sense of style. And that hourglass figure? It was enough to make any man weak at the knees.

As much as I would have loved to accompany my cousin, I knew that she wasn't quite ready for a family reunion just yet. But her son, my dear nephew Draco, may need assistance from his 'uncle.'

I drifted through the crowd and stood at a distance, observing Draco as he attempted to fit in with the French nobles. He seemed to be holding back his natural inclination to lash out at those he deemed beneath him. It must have been a challenging experience for him, transitioning from the world of pureblood supremacy to the more nuanced social landscape of France. Lucius may have trained him in many things, but self-restraint wasn't one of them. I wondered what Draco could possibly talk about with these nobles, given his predisposition to deride and demean those he deemed "mudbloods." The French had long moved past these archaic distinctions, so it must have been difficult for Draco to navigate this unfamiliar territory and accept a new way of thinking.

Time to help him out.

I turned to observe the waitresses distributing drinks and commanding the attention of the guests with their extraordinary presence. The Veela were an impressive sight, with their blonde-white hair and magical aura that could entrap even the most rational individuals. Despite the warning provided to all the lords and ladies about their presence, some had brought special rings and trinkets to fend off their magical allure. However, the Malfoys were not among the informed.

I recognized one of the waitresses, a young woman in her twenties whom I had met earlier with my accomplice, Elliot. She was in dire need of money, and we had struck a deal with her to slip a pill into one of the drinks meant for the Malfoy heir. I had procured a muggle drug(ruffie) that would not be detected by magical means, but I wasn't sure if it would work against the Malfoy's magical defenses. Therefore, I decided to cast a "Notice-me-not" charm to lower my presence and observe the situation closely.

As the maid approached the Malfoy group with the drinks, I observed the Malfoy heir momentarily succumb to the Veela's allure before quickly recovering with the help of his heir ring. However, as he drank the spiked drink, the drug began to take effect, causing him to feel drowsy and delirious.

I waited for the opportune moment and then used Legilimency to plant thoughts of lust and anger in his mind, amplifying their intensity. Despite his efforts to resist the effects of the drug and my manipulation, I could see the emotions taking hold of him, causing him to act in a way that he might not have otherwise.

As the maid moved away after serving the drinks, I watched as the Malfoy heir appeared to be in a daze, struggling to make a decision before finally snarling in anger. It was clear that my plan had worked, and I hoped that it would be enough to achieve my ultimate goal without causing any further harm.

As soon as the maid left, Draco appeared to be in a daze before snarling, indicating that my plan had worked. I made a hasty retreat and continued to observe the situation from a distance, ensuring that I was not caught in the act.

The Malfoy heir tried to maintain his composure, but the effects of the drug in his system had made him delirious. He lashed out at the maid, using derogatory language to assert his superiority.

"Bitch come you forgot to service you betters""Salope viens tu as oublié de te servir mieux" He said

The maid said "excuse-moi" (excuse me)", pretending to be shocked, turned around to face him, but her disgust was evident on her face. The Malfoy heir continued to taunt her, demanding that she provide him with additional services.

"YOU whore forgot the other service""TU putain a oublié l'autre service""

When he attempted to grab her hand, she responded with a furious slap across his face.

The Malfoy heir was momentarily shocked out of his state, but his anger quickly turned into rage. He reached for his wand, which was illegal for individuals under the age of 18 to carry outside of their homes. While some pureblood families might procure wands for their children to practice with, carrying them outside of the home was strictly prohibited.

Without hesitation, he pointed his wand at the maid and uttered the dreaded curse, "Crucio." The maid collapsed in agony as the curse took effect, writhing in pain on the ground. I watched in horror as the Malfoy heir relished in his cruelty, savoring the moment as he continued to subject the maid to the unforgivable curse.

This was totally not included in my plan.

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