The End Is The Beginning Is The End

Lucius rose from bed, naked.

He barely spared a glance for the girl who lay there.  She was a gift from his brother-in-law (or did that still apply?).  A slave, carefully broken in and willing to submit to any kind of behavior, no matter how degrading.

But then, mudbloods were there to submit.  Like house elves, only lower.

He went to the bathroom to clean up. 

Lucius detested feelings of uncleanliness.  He knew men who enjoyed having the fluids that resulted from sex on them throughout the day…

He was not one of them.  His late wife always thought it amusing that he lept from bed into the shower so quickly, but he found it disgusting.  Perhaps he was different from  everyone else.  He viewed sex as a drive; akin to a passing need that was supposed to be fullfilled.  Such as eating.  There was nothing deep or moving about it.

He glanced at his reflection in the mirror.

The fact that gazed back at him looked nothing like the man who once spent time in Azkaban.  For his service, the dark lord granted him the beauty of his youth.  He looked like a young man in his late twenties.  He felt like a young man in his twenties.

His own personal horcrux’s made that possible.

Lucius was intelligent.  He was smart.  And he certainly learned from his mistakes.  He was never going to bow or submit to another again.

When he destroyed the Order of the Phoenix—that alliance of detractors led by the blood traitors—then he would feel at ease. 

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