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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
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3
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2,713
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13
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Bad, bad news
//Prologue//
All members of the Wizengamot sat silently at the table, all stares focused upon the Minister. He sat at the head of the table, looking calm and collected.
When he first told them of his plan, their reaction did not bode well. Their faces showed a mixed sign of emotions, some gawked in disbelief, while others nearly sang with glee.
“That’s not a punishment! That’s a pat on the head and saying ‘Oh behave!’ one shouted.
“It’s an outrage Minister! Azkaban is what he deserves!”
The Minister gave them ‘the’ look. It seemed to work, they shut up instantly.
“Don’t you see? He hates Muggles, he despises them. What could be worse than being forced to live among them, without magic?”
None seemed to have an answer .
“He would be miserable, exactly what we want. He needs to be punished for his deeds in the past, not the Final Battle. We already know he didn’t have a hand in it. Dear, old Lucius probably thinks living among Muggles is worse than Azkaban.”
***
Lucius Malfoy, ex-Death Eater extraordinaire, sat in his study, comfortably engulfed in the leather chair. He knocked back another glass of Fire Whiskey, his seventh one this evening. He wished the Minister would get it over with and tell him what his punishment would be, even bring the bloody Dementor with him if a kiss is what he’s going to get. This waiting around was driving him crazy.
Impatience crept into his veins, slowly poisoning him thoughts.
‘It’s the Dementors Kiss for you!’
‘They’re going to lock you away for all eternity! With nothing but me for company’, his mind taunted him.
He knocked back another drink.
Just then the flames in the fireplace turned green and the Minister stepped through.
“Good evening Shacklebolt.”
“I can’t say the same to you Lucius. The Wizengamot has come to a conclusion regarding your punishment.” Kingsley Shacklebolt said. Lucius hated to admit it, but he was a good Minister. No wonder he didn’t bring a Dementor, Lucius thought, Shacklebolt removed all of them from Azkaban. He even pitied the inmates.
“Spit it out then.” Lucius said without much menace. He was too intoxicated for his normal malice.
“You are to be removed from the Wizarding World for five years. Tomorrow you will hand your wand over to the Aurors and they will see to it that you get a place to live. Preferably in a nice, quiet little Muggle neighbourhood. Which will stay that way. You are not to leave the country in these years and you will not buy a wand. Furthermore, you will live among Muggles in peace.”
Lucius stared at Shacklebolt for almost a minute, then he picked up the whiskey bottle and poured himself another drink, dismissing the Minister most effectively. But before he stepped into the green flames he turned to Lucius.
“Auror Tonks awaits you at 8:30 in her office.” And then he was gone.
Lucius drank the entire bottle before he passed out.
///Authors Note///
This one hasn't been beta-ed yet. I hope to have a beat soon, so all mistakes belong to me! *Wish I was British*
Read and Review dear readers! :)
All members of the Wizengamot sat silently at the table, all stares focused upon the Minister. He sat at the head of the table, looking calm and collected.
When he first told them of his plan, their reaction did not bode well. Their faces showed a mixed sign of emotions, some gawked in disbelief, while others nearly sang with glee.
“That’s not a punishment! That’s a pat on the head and saying ‘Oh behave!’ one shouted.
“It’s an outrage Minister! Azkaban is what he deserves!”
The Minister gave them ‘the’ look. It seemed to work, they shut up instantly.
“Don’t you see? He hates Muggles, he despises them. What could be worse than being forced to live among them, without magic?”
None seemed to have an answer .
“He would be miserable, exactly what we want. He needs to be punished for his deeds in the past, not the Final Battle. We already know he didn’t have a hand in it. Dear, old Lucius probably thinks living among Muggles is worse than Azkaban.”
***
Lucius Malfoy, ex-Death Eater extraordinaire, sat in his study, comfortably engulfed in the leather chair. He knocked back another glass of Fire Whiskey, his seventh one this evening. He wished the Minister would get it over with and tell him what his punishment would be, even bring the bloody Dementor with him if a kiss is what he’s going to get. This waiting around was driving him crazy.
Impatience crept into his veins, slowly poisoning him thoughts.
‘It’s the Dementors Kiss for you!’
‘They’re going to lock you away for all eternity! With nothing but me for company’, his mind taunted him.
He knocked back another drink.
Just then the flames in the fireplace turned green and the Minister stepped through.
“Good evening Shacklebolt.”
“I can’t say the same to you Lucius. The Wizengamot has come to a conclusion regarding your punishment.” Kingsley Shacklebolt said. Lucius hated to admit it, but he was a good Minister. No wonder he didn’t bring a Dementor, Lucius thought, Shacklebolt removed all of them from Azkaban. He even pitied the inmates.
“Spit it out then.” Lucius said without much menace. He was too intoxicated for his normal malice.
“You are to be removed from the Wizarding World for five years. Tomorrow you will hand your wand over to the Aurors and they will see to it that you get a place to live. Preferably in a nice, quiet little Muggle neighbourhood. Which will stay that way. You are not to leave the country in these years and you will not buy a wand. Furthermore, you will live among Muggles in peace.”
Lucius stared at Shacklebolt for almost a minute, then he picked up the whiskey bottle and poured himself another drink, dismissing the Minister most effectively. But before he stepped into the green flames he turned to Lucius.
“Auror Tonks awaits you at 8:30 in her office.” And then he was gone.
Lucius drank the entire bottle before he passed out.
///Authors Note///
This one hasn't been beta-ed yet. I hope to have a beat soon, so all mistakes belong to me! *Wish I was British*
Read and Review dear readers! :)