Hopefully Not Digging My Own Grave

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Lucius had been spending the last few weeks trying to get his wife back to being his wife and not a cold body that he shared a bed with, which the fact that they still shared a bed was a minor miracle in of itself, as well as trying to keep his head down without actually seeming like he was doing that. He never disagreed with things that were said during the Death Eaters meetings but he also never went above and beyond anything and mostly stayed silent during them. It might not be very brave of him but it kept him hopefully fairly safe.

Yet somehow he was still summoned by the Dark Lord, his Dark Mark burning slightly as it usually did when he was being called. Lucius was in his study, one of two places that were still 100% his and his alone, well also his wife's. But he had been expecting that the Dark Lord would be calling for him and so wasn’t really surprised at the sensation his Dark Mark called. He gave a long and slightly frustrated breath out his nose before he headed towards where Voldemort held his more private meetings with his Death Eaters, a room that Lucius really hadn’t used much before he was in Azkaban.

As he walked the familiar halls, he worried that the Dark Lord would decide to punish him for managing to get captured during the second Battle of Hogsmeade, though at least he wasn’t arrested like his sister-in-law and her husband, the current poster children of the Death Eaters. Or he would continue to be punished for what had happened at the Department of Mysteries. But Lucius hoped that he would be given some sort of mission to start getting back in the Dark Lord's good graces, or least out of his bad graces, either one would work for him.

He felt odd knocking on a door in his own home but he did so anyway, asking politely, [b}"My Lord? You wished to see me?"[/b] Oh, he was not pleased with not being the Master of his own home but he hoped that it would change soon and he silently vowed to do anything he could to make sure that happened. His wife and son deserved that much from him and he would truly do anything to regain Narcissa's affections and her trust in him, and them as a couple.

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while everyone SCREAMS

Pop! Seemless, easy, magic. With just a simple little sound, Voldemort appeared in one of Lucius’ more private rooms, specifically the one he had been accustom to take when he had need of individual meetings. It was a rather small, private room in comparison to the rest of the mansion. Its walls were lighter colors of grey, framed by a small fireplace on the far wall. On the rich, maroon rug placed over the hardwood floor, furniture to match the color of the wall sat in patient expectation. Crown molding lined the ceiling, giving the room a more royal feel. It was small, though, so the furniture consisted of two arm chairs and a small table between, not that Voldemort intended to use them. Still, it was a cozy little room that Voldemort felt was well taken care of, especially given the information that he tended to appear here for meetings. Inhaling heavily, Voldemort lifted his arms and ran his skeletal fingers back over his skull, pushing an expanse of dark green material off his head. The hood fell back without a sound, revealing the man’s piercing, unnerving red eyes as he surveyed the room. Yes, this would do nicely. It was relatively out of the way from most frequented rooms used by Malfoy’s family. Voldemort need not be concerned of being overheard.

Lifting up a hand slowly, so that he could see the palm clearly, Voldemort watched as the material of his cloak fell back slowly to reveal his bare forearm. Immediately, he looked up in a meaningful way, his focus becoming unclear. ”Come, Lucius,” he hissed, parseltongue twisted his words. In response, Lucius’ forearm would burn, his Mark twisted and folding in silent beckoning. With this done, Voldemort let his hand fall to his side, where the cloth fell to cover his arm once more. A few moments later, Lucius knocked at the door, politely questioning his summons. At this point, Voldemort was over near the fire, his red eyes barely reflecting the light as he stared into it. Lifting his right arm to fold against his chest in a somewhat absent way, the Dark Lord turned his head slightly to address the man behind the door. ”Yess, come Malfoy.” When the door behind him opened, and closed in due time, Voldemort did not turn to welcome his servant. Instead, he let his gaze drift back to the fire in silence. This silence stretched on for several moments before Voldemort inhaled deeply once again before turning his thin body slightly to address Lucius. ”I assume you do not wish to be useless,” hissed the Dark Lord, just above a whisper per normal. His eyes were dark and chilling as they slid to rest on Lucius. ”And yet, you require assistance from more capable servants to keep you from Azkaban.” There was no question, no offer of explanation in such a statement. 

And yet, the Dark Lord was not altogether unforgiving. Forgiveness was earned when due, but earning it was the problem. Earning it was not even remotely simple. ”Explain what happened at Hogsmeade, Lucius,” said the Dark Lord, his expression still hard, though his voice lifted to a question within such a command. Voldemort had heard many accounts of that night, but none from Lucius himself, and especially none from the Lestrange couple. How interesting they would seem when he finally released them from their captivity—if only so that they earned the humiliation they deserved.

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Lucius couldn’t think of a single room in his massive home that wasn’t tastefully decorated or kept spotless, not that he actually did any of the decorating personally or the cleaning. He had House Elves for that. But his former pride in his home and been worn down to a need for a change, whether that was getting everyone out or redoing the décor or simply taking a break from being here, or even all the above. But those thoughts could wait until he was done with this meeting, one that might mean the end of his life. That was always a possibility when meeting with a Dark Lord but recently that seemed more and more likely with Lucius' continuous failures.

He heard the Dark Lord tell him to enter and so he did, closing the door softly behind him. Voldemort's appearance was not something you got used to ever; despite how many times the elder Malfoy had seen him. But Lucius was more concerned with not losing his life than anything else. He stood by the door as the moments of silence seemed to stretch on forever before the Dark Lord finally broke it. "Never, my Lord. I would do anything for our cause." No, Luicus hated to be useless, even towards the Death Eater cause. It made him feel weak and that was one thing that Lucius did not like, feeling weak. But the words about needing help to stay out of Azkaban made him wince slightly but he stayed silent, eyes downcast.

But being asked to explain what happened at Hogsmeade made Lucius look up, slightly startled that he was being given the chance to explain himself. "I…There was a Dementor there, my Lord. I let myself get distracted by it and a werewolf I was chasing so I was surprised by the Aurors that were controlling the Dementors. There were too many for me to take out on my own." Perhaps not the strongest defense, and really he should have come up with an answer to this question long ago but he had other things on his mind, but it was the truth. He did of course try to fight them off but there were only so many that he could fight off at once. His voice was strong but not exactly bold or overconfident. "It will not happen again, my Lord." Of course, it still might but he would not let something like that happen to him if he could help it. Plus, he might not ever get the chance to let it happen to him, depending on how merciful the Dark Lord was feeling towards him.