Thread: Emerald Eyes and Silver Fangs (xoliemckyer & Greeneyed23)

Lucius Malfoy. The man who had been Imperiused into serving the Dark lord Voldemort. He had proven truthful even under the use of Veritaserum. Now he was serving the Ministry as a Special Consultant on the Dark Arts and on the actions of You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters. Lucius had actually been horrified at his master's fall at the hands of a simple half blood boy. Harry Potter!! How did he do it?!! But of course there was no answer. No one knew for sure. Not even that old fool Albus Dumbledore. So Lucius had done the only thing he could to ensure his survival and that of his family and bloodline. He lied. He had removed the memories that incriminated him from his mind then duplicated them then carefully and quite skillfully altered the duplicates then placed them in his mind hiding the originals carefully. Then he removed the memory of doing it all then allowed Narcissa to modify his memory to hide the entire act even more. Then he had submitted to careful questioning and the use of the truth potion and was proved innocent by reason of the Imperius Curse. Once freed he was offered the job and had of course accepted. Afterwards he had gathered the remaining Death Eaters together. Fa too many were not there but fortunately the weakling Igor Karkarov was not having been unable to attend. The last arrivals were Lucius' mad sister Bellatrix Lestrange in law her husband Rodulphus and his brother Rastaban. Once all seated Lucius, his silver snake's head cane in hand, rose. My friends. The Dark lord has been defeated. I know not if permanent or not though I believe the latter. He shall rise again. But until that time we must go into hiding. We must prepare for his return. Build the Dark Arts and it's users, increase our position and influence, develop relations with our fellow dark brothers and sisters and of course save our wealth. The Dark Lord will need an army when he returns, as well as our influence, and of course gold. Gold can buy anything. Even victory. If we can have the entire Wizarding world under our silent control when he returns then he will not have to waste any time with retaking his power and he can begin his work of remaking the world of Magic in his own image. We- YOU TRAITOROUS DOG!!! Bellatrix screeched as she leapt to her feet. We will not stand by and wait!! We must go to find our master!! Who will join us!! Her husband and brother in law had stood with her and now they glared across the table at Lucius who gripped his cane's head carefully. A few rose and went to Bellatrix's side and giggling she pointed at the rest. you will all beg his forgiveness once we find him!!! She cackled as they disapperated. Lucius' fury at their failure and capture was monstrous but a reserved and careful man he vented his rage by throwing the copies of the Daily Prophet reporting their capture and sentencing as well as the capture of several other death Eaters, including Sirius Black. He laughed. Black? A death eater? He had the skill but he was too weak. Following that Potter fool like a puppy. But where is his framer? What has come of Pettigrew? While he watched the flames lick over the faces of his sister in law and her cousin a Ministry owl flew in. He took the parchment and read the request to come in and speak with the Aurors. They were quite upset after all the madness, especially about the Longbottoms. He sighed but replied in the affirmative. Dobby!! The house elf appeared. Master called? Lucius glared at the little elf who cowered before him and Lucius sneered. Prepare my traveling cloak. Yes Master. And polish this. He held out the cane after removing is wand from it. Dobby went off to obey while Lucius gathered his himself and prepared. An hour later Lucius strode through the main lobby of the Ministry moving past the idiotic fountain and going toward the lifts. he waited but a moment then boarded the first one that was available pressing the button with the tip of his cane then place it before him crossing his hands over the head exuding power, wealth, and the arrogance that was his signature. His long silver hair fell between his shoulder blades and of course was exquisitely maintained as was his clothing which was of the finest quality in everything. He gazed out the grating grateful that the Ministry no longer used owls, though the floating memo's rather annoyed him. He was unmoved by the bumps and shifts of the lift seeming to stand a mountain before all to be feared and respected.