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Lucius could hear the screams from outside his cell. He remembered becoming perfectly still: his back erect against the stone, his hair cut short against the scalp and the clammy stone slithered against his skin like Nagini. He heard the Unforgivables, and every shout from the Death Eaters (so many young voices…each one he thought he heard Draco in, each woman’s cry he thought he heard Narcissa in) stabbed his heart and made it bleed.
Please Master, no more…no more…let my crimes fall on me…spare your servants…oh my God, Cissy, Draco…
He was trembling when the door opened. Overcome by fear, revulsion and the fire that burned through his skin from his left forearm. He swallowed hard, looking up, scanning the faces and masks for him. Not Draco. Please not Draco. Not Narcissa. Not his family. Anything. He’d give anything for not his family.
“Tsk. Tsk.” Amycus drawled as they entered the cell. Lucius felt himself being dragged to his feet by the man. “Our Lord himself has come for you, Lucius.”
Lucius trembled more, and stared at the face of his friend, surprised to see malice. He had seen the look numerous times before, even worn it. It was the look of expectancy they received when they delivered the Master’s next victim to Him. “He’s…here.”
“Quite.”
The voice was slow, and smooth. To this day, Lucius wasn’t sure if he had fallen to his knees willing or was pushed down.
That anger, humiliation and fear never left Lucius.
It happened very quickly.
Lucius Apparated into Azkaban with his wand out, and the first wave of the Death Eaters, letting his impatience override his sense of theatrics. In truth, it had only been Cassie’s wishes and Scorpius that had kept him at bay for so long. The moment his son had been brought to this place was the moment Lucius had decided in his mind that he would destroy it.
He knew he could not take this apart brick by brick. Though he wanted too. Profusely. He wanted each stone torn away and thrown into the sea. He couldn’t have that. So his thoughts became more reasonable. If he could not tear it down, he would paint it in blood.
He wanted to make sure that by the time he was done, no Auror could ever look at this place again without flinching. He wanted to see the pain in their eyes the way people occasionally looked at Hogwarts.
He wanted death. He wanted pain.
“The place is yours,” He told the Death Eaters, pushing through the first few Aurors who were unfortunate enough to be where the Death Eaters had come. “But remember, the girl is the Dark Lord’s.”
“And where are you going?” Sumi Oonda asked, from her crouching position on one of guard’s chest. Her hands were already bloodied.
Lucius ignored the question. There were promises to keep. Silently, he made his way to find Crouch’s cell.
In the commotion no one really cared to notice, Severus step away from the group and draw his wand.
Yes. Promises to keep…
Please Master, no more…no more…let my crimes fall on me…spare your servants…oh my God, Cissy, Draco…
He was trembling when the door opened. Overcome by fear, revulsion and the fire that burned through his skin from his left forearm. He swallowed hard, looking up, scanning the faces and masks for him. Not Draco. Please not Draco. Not Narcissa. Not his family. Anything. He’d give anything for not his family.
“Tsk. Tsk.” Amycus drawled as they entered the cell. Lucius felt himself being dragged to his feet by the man. “Our Lord himself has come for you, Lucius.”
Lucius trembled more, and stared at the face of his friend, surprised to see malice. He had seen the look numerous times before, even worn it. It was the look of expectancy they received when they delivered the Master’s next victim to Him. “He’s…here.”
“Quite.”
The voice was slow, and smooth. To this day, Lucius wasn’t sure if he had fallen to his knees willing or was pushed down.
That anger, humiliation and fear never left Lucius.
It happened very quickly.
Lucius Apparated into Azkaban with his wand out, and the first wave of the Death Eaters, letting his impatience override his sense of theatrics. In truth, it had only been Cassie’s wishes and Scorpius that had kept him at bay for so long. The moment his son had been brought to this place was the moment Lucius had decided in his mind that he would destroy it.
He knew he could not take this apart brick by brick. Though he wanted too. Profusely. He wanted each stone torn away and thrown into the sea. He couldn’t have that. So his thoughts became more reasonable. If he could not tear it down, he would paint it in blood.
He wanted to make sure that by the time he was done, no Auror could ever look at this place again without flinching. He wanted to see the pain in their eyes the way people occasionally looked at Hogwarts.
He wanted death. He wanted pain.
“The place is yours,” He told the Death Eaters, pushing through the first few Aurors who were unfortunate enough to be where the Death Eaters had come. “But remember, the girl is the Dark Lord’s.”
“And where are you going?” Sumi Oonda asked, from her crouching position on one of guard’s chest. Her hands were already bloodied.
Lucius ignored the question. There were promises to keep. Silently, he made his way to find Crouch’s cell.
In the commotion no one really cared to notice, Severus step away from the group and draw his wand.
Yes. Promises to keep…