The Malfoy Chronicles

“Oi! Wake up sleepin’ beauty!” A harsh voice said, and jostled Lucius roughly from his sleep. His icy blue eyes flew open to meet the cold black ones of the gruff guard. “Time ter git out, pretty.” The guard said in his rough deep voice, and gave an evil grin to Lucius.



Lucius looked at the guard with disdain. “Get out of my face you great lummox.” He said frostily. The guard rewarded his impudence with a clout to the side of the face, knocking the smaller man sideways.



“Yer under my control until you git off this island.” He said roughly, and hauled Lucius up by the back of his ratty black robes. Lucius looked at him, his icy blue eyes flaming with anger at being clocked so unceremoniously. “Oi, pretty, yer bleedin’” the guard said with a malicious grin, and reached up as if he were going to wipe away the blood that was dripping down Lucius’ lip. Lucius jerked his head away from the guard’s hand. The guard, who still had a firm grip on the back of Lucius’ robes with his other hand, jerked him out of the room. He shoved him into the narrow hallway. “Get up and follow me,” The guard barked.



Lucius dragged himself weakly to his feet and began following the big guard. He followed him to the end of the hallway, and the two began a descent down an insanely long stairwell, with brief intervals between floors. The first floor of Azkaban wasn’t full of prison cells as the rest of the floors were. It had a ‘foyer’ of sorts that included a filthy desk behind which sat a filthy wizard waiting to check in and out the prisoners of the filthy prison. The guard led Lucius over to the disgusting desk. The filthy wizard looked at Lucius, and then turned to a rusted filing cabinet, and began filing through it.



“’ere we go. Lucius Malfoy,” He said, and picked out a tattered folder and stamped something on the front of it. “Yer a free man now, Mr. Malfoy.” He then reached inside the folder and seemed to produce from nowhere a black sack. “The things that were taken from you at your incarceration.” He said, and handed Lucius the sack. Lucius accepted it quietly. “The front door is that way.” The wizard said, and pointed down a narrow hallway beside the desk. “I believe your son is waiting for you. “ he added, and then turned back to some sort of paperwork.



Lucius didn’t even look at the guard as he escorted him down this last hallway. He began to see the light of day filtering through the dim hallway. It felt odd, somehow, being free. But he was certainly not complaining, and as he walked through the front door of the prison he had to all but close his eyes from the bright sun. But his icy eyes soon adjusted to the bright light, and glanced around for his son. There was very little land between the prison and the water, and he spotted Draco almost immediately. But he also saw something out of place standing with him. His two children were at his sides, with the little girl on his right and the boy on his left. “Delicious looking little girl e’s got there.” The guard said, in a voice low enough for only Lucius to hear. Lucius frowned sharply, but kept his silence. “Off ye go, pretty.” The guard said, and Lucius walked toward the boat where his son and the children waited.



“It’s about time.” Draco said. “I was beginning to think you wanted to stay.” He said, and stepped back into the boat. “Come along, children.” He said, and the two children stepped into the boat with their father. Draco and Abraxas settled on one side, leaving the other for Lucius and Draca. It was a relatively small boat, but it seemed strong enough to get them safely across the North Sea and away from Azkaban. Draca was looking at her grandfather with childish apprehension. She sat down on her side of the boat, and awaited him to do the same. Lucius stepped into the boat and took his place beside the little girl. It was cramped, and little Draca kept stealing terrified glances at her grandfather.



Draco drew his wand and tapped the side of the boat, and it began to move of its own accord, taking them out to sea and to the mainland. Lucius couldn’t wait to get home. He wanted to shower in his room, eat a decent meal, and put on decent clothes. He noticed faintly halfway through the trip that Draca had gotten up enough courage to actually look at him, and seemed to be studying his face with great interest. He looked down at her, though, and her little blue eyes widened and she looked away.



“Any particular reason you brought children with you?” Lucius asked Draco, his voice lightly hoarse from disuse.



“Their mother’s out of town for the week with her sister. And I don’t like leaving them alone for too long. Last time I did the little wench sitting beside you almost caught the house on fire.” He said, eyeing his daughter with something that Lucius perceived as light disdain.



The little girl frowned. “It was Abraxas…He knocked over the lamp.” she said softly.



It was the little boy’s turn to frown. “Liar. You did it. It was all your fault, and you deserved your punishment…” he said, and smugly folded his arms across his chest. Lucius listened for a reply from the girl, but she had hung her head in what seemed like defeat.



“Enough.” Draco said, softly but sternly. But the boy didn’t lose his smug look. Lucius had the strangest yearning to throttle the boy, but he restrained himself.