The Pureblood Coup

Sheherazade: Thanks for your review. I don't know where I came up with it, but I was planning that little detail with Greyback since August. Lucius will continue to rage later in this story.


Continuation of….


Chapter Thirteen: Don’t Leave Me Now


A couple of floors above on the fourth floor was where the master bedroom is located. Bellatrix was ascending the stairs with Draco in her wake tagging along reluctantly with a glum look.

“What exactly is it that you want from me Aunt Bellatrix?,” asked Draco with an edge of irritation in his voice, he wasn’t sure he was going to be willing to do whatever it was.

Bellatrix approached the master bedroom, and opened the doorway, and turned her black curly head left and right, checking to be sure nobody was in the room.

“Good…Draco come down the corridors with me. We must be as far from the master bedchamber as possible.”

“Okay,” assented Draco, and his white-blonde head in the lime green and gold edge dressrobes followed her.

Bellatrix tapped her fingers on her wand nervously, as her heavily lidded eyes rested on her nephew once they were at a far enough distance from the bedchamber.

“Now, Draco…here is what I want you to do….,” she said, pausing.

“You must be quick at it Draco or it might fail, and if it does, you will have every reason to be sorry for yourself.”

“What do you mean? Get to the point!,” yelped Draco.

“Here,” said Bellatrix and she took from her robes a canister filled with a dark purple liquid. It was the very same canister of liquid Voldemort had seen just before they had traveled with floo powder to the ministry on the morning of the coup. The night before the coup, Bellatrix had emerged from the apoethecary in the Malfoy’s gardens because she had finished brewing the potion in there.

“What’s this potion for? Or is it poison? Who is meant for?,” said Draco, and there was definite suspicion in his tone now.

“I want you to leave it on the bureau in front of the mirror, right where she keeps her jewelry. It’s for your mother to drink, Draco,” said Bellatrix calm and clear in her manner.

“Why? This better not be a poison-“

“Excuse me? Do you think I would poison my own sister? I would never poison my sister. Are you accusing me Draco?”

Draco hesitated and then lied, “No…” But the truth was he wouldn’t put anything past the cruelty he knew his aunt was capable of.

“Besides – Cissy has been having a lot of nightmares lately. Did you know that, Draco? This simple little tonic should calm her down.”

“I’m not doing anything, until you tell me what it is in there!,” said Draco indignantly.

“Alright, Draco…I’ll tell you. This is a dreamless sleep potion. That’s all there is to it. Now don’t tell anyone about it. Not even the Dark Lord,” said Bellatrix in a hushed whisper.

Draco seemed to relax a bit at these words. “I still don’t want to put it in there for you. Do it yourself, if it’s so important my mother drinks it. And I know why you really want her to have it…You don’t have to lie through your teeth for me. I’m not a fool! “

Bellatrix sputtered at this refusal, her face turning red with anger, a jealous rage. She would not let her sister get to consciously handle Voldemort’s sexual appetite. That honor was meant for her and designated only for her.

“Who taught you Occlumency, Draco? Who taught you Occlumency last year? Remember how you came whining to me that the Dark Lord had ordered you to do something you couldn’t?”

“Yeah…,” said Draco dully.

“Well, then, it’s high time you returned the favour to me Draco!,” said Bellatrix, laying the guilt trip onto her nephew further.

“And I could be punished by the Dark Lord, severely for interfering with his plans for your mother, Draco….” Bellatrix paused then added testily, “You know your mother is horrified to have to serve him in bed…..Why can’t you help her and place the potion there to soothe her worries?”

“Alright…But I can wait in there for her to come in, so I can tell her what it’s for!”

“NO!,” Bellatrix burst out selfishly. “The plan doesn’t work that way. You do that and she will find out it was I who laid the potion in there. And he will somehow know it! Just leave it, I know she’ll recognize it as a dreamless sleep potion and she’ll want to take it to soothe her apprehensions. “

“Besides – you probably don’t even know this Draco…but the Dark Lord has ordered that if Narcissa does not comply with his wishes to have her he is not allowing you to return to school. Did you know that?”

Draco’s face fell with shock and disappointment.

“Ah, I see that you did not know it….Well, you better hurry up and take this potion to leave for your mother, Draco.”

“Fine, I will then!,” said Draco and he took the glass canister from Bellatrix’s cold hands.

Draco walked down the hall towards the master bedchamber, when Bellatrix suddenly grabbed him from behind, pulling on his robes, she whispered breathily in his ear, “Make sure you conjure a goblet for it…Don’t leave the canister!”

For Bellatrix was partially afraid Voldemort would see the empty cannister later and deduce that it was Bellatrix. This is because the morning before the coup he had seen the strange potion and had wondered what it was.

A minute later, Draco emerged from the master bedrooom empty canister in hand. “Did the operation run smooth then? It was easy right?”

“Yes, the potion is sitting there waiting for her to drink,” Draco said unenthusiastically and he sighed discontentedly.

*

A few minutes later Lucius arrived in the master bedroom with the house-elf Pilosto still trailing his heels.

“Leave me! And tell Narcissa, that at the first chance I get…I’m going to break her neck!”

“Yes, master,” said the elf. It was impossible to tell whether Lucius’s tone was serious or not, it easily could have been, but the elf under the magical contract would have to abide and thus do all he could to relay the message to Narcissa.

And with a snap of it's fingers, Pilisto disappeared. It was of course, an elf's magic of disapparating.

Now that he was alone, Lucius glanced at himself in the mirror, frowning. His image and his life was believed by him to be ruined.

He glanced down at the bureau and saw a goblet filled with purple liquid to the brim.

Thinking it to be wine, Lucius snatched it off the table. He took one gigantic gulp and then another. Unfortunately, dreamless sleep potions have no taste or strange scent to them.

But finally, after drinking half of the goblet, Lucius realized it wasn’t normal wine. Instinctively, he dropped the goblet and the rest of the potion went spilling onto the table of the bureau.

Lucius suddenly felt very tired, he went several paces, and then dropped backwards on the plush black covers of the four-poster bed. Within seconds, Lucius’s mind and thoughts was out like a light.

Note: The next scene, Voldemort and Narcissa do it. Yay. It is going to be disgusting. Not like the footdog, as there is no cannibalism. But still gross. But what could you expect from Voldemort?