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The Downfall of Greed	By : tcarlson Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 40804 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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I landed in my own foyer and dropped the girl immediately, resisting the urge to wipe her blood off on my 500 Galleon robes. Gingerly, I extracted my wand from my walking cane and cast a cleansing spell on everything: robes, skin, cane, etc. I cleaned her clothes as well. I really didn’t want to touch her dirty blood again if I didn’t have to.

A House-elf popped up in front of me to welcome me home. It’s already large eyes widened further at the sight of the unconscious body at my feet. It didn’t comment on it. Can’t say I didn’t teach my servants well.

I shoved past the House-elf, barking orders to put the girl in a cell in the dungeon. She would be out for another couple of hours and I needed to get ready to start working on her. In my experience, just as a prisoner is waking up from being captured is a prime time to do some serious damage.

My son and wife were in the dining room. I could hear the clink of tea cups and their low murmuring voices. Draco was home permanently after last year’s fiasco with the whole Dumbledore assignment. No charges were being pressed, especially since Severus was named headmaster and we had almost the whole Ministry under the Dark Lord’s command, but I felt better keeping him at home with tutors. It certainly calmed Narcissa down knowing she didn’t have to worry about Draco out in the world. She should be the spokeswoman for overprotective mothers. It also kept her out of my hair. Win-win.

I frankly didn’t have the time and energy to deal with either of them or their questions. Intending to sneak past the dining room and into my office, I was stopped by Draco calling out, “Father, is that you?” Damn. I plastered a smile onto my face and stepped in the room to greet my family.

What I was not expecting was Bellatrix sitting at the table with them. “Bella was telling us some very interesting news, Lucius,” my wife greeted me, eyes narrowed.

I glared at Bellatrix. “What has she told you?”

“Hermione Granger got captured and you get to break her!” Draco was obviously excited. “I can’t wait to have her alone so I can Crucio her within an inch of her life!”

“Draco, I will not have you near her. You take after your aunt too much. The Dark Lord has decided to keep her mind intact.”

“So that’s the plan then?” Bellatrix grumbled, still sore at being dismissed my Voldemort earlier.

“Is she here?” Draco asked. “Can I see her? I promise not to even take my wand out! I just want to laugh at her misfortune. Smartest witch of her age? BAH! Not smart enough to not get captured.”

I sat down heavily at the head of the table, sighing. As I poured a cup of tea, I addressed both Draco and Bellatrix. “Yes, she is here, but I forbid you both from going anywhere near her for any reason. That means the dungeon is off-limits. This task will be hard enough without me having to clean up any messes that you two make. If either of you disobey me, then I will not hesitate to inform the Dark Lord that you two are interfering with my work.”

Bellatrix and Draco looked dejected at my little speech. My wife looked livid.

“You brought that Mudblood into my house?” she asked in a deadly whisper. “I don’t ask for much, Lucius, but you know how I feel about them. Especially Hermione Granger.”

Draco prickled, knowing Narcissa was talking about the fact that Hermione Granger, a mere Mudblood, beat Draco in every class. Draco also fed Narcissa some sob story about how Granger, Potter, and Weasely tried to make him look bad at every chance they got. Narcissa may have believed him, but I know my son too well to figure that there had to be some instigation on his part. Draco is no angel.

I didn’t answer Narcissa, knowing that Bellatrix would jump in to defend her Lord. I wasn’t disappointed. “Cissy!” she cried. “If the Dark Lord wishes it, it is to be done! How honored Lucius is to complete this very important task for our master. I’m not happy at being excluded, but I want nothing more than to see the Dark Lord triumphant and this is certainly a big step to getting him there.”

Both my son and wife frowned, irritated at not getting their way. Probably even more irritated that Bellatrix sided with me. But pleasing Voldemort won over family and any past grudges we might have between us. Surprise, surprise.

I drank the last sip of my tea, got up and kissed my wife coolly on the cheek as was expected of me, and went for the door. “She’ll be waking up soon. I must get started. Bellatrix, go home. You don’t need any temptation to come down and help. Draco, you and your mother aren’t to bother me. I have much work to do.”

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A weakness of mine is that I have a flair for the dramatic. I sat in a lush, red velvet chair. My favorite from the library. I sat in the hall angled so I could see through the bars into the cell that the House-elf had put the girl. My dungeon had no windows, and the only light came from a flickering torch by the stairs that lead to the main house. The flames cast me in shadow but occasionally illuminated my face. I twirled the Mudblood’s wand between my fingers. Bellatrix must have had her in too much pain to even reach for the wand that I found in her sweater pocket.

There are three cells in the dungeon set into a semi circle. The two on the sides were empty. She was in the middle one, facing the stairs. It was the size of a small bedroom, enough room for me to fit in there as well and torture her, but not enough room for her to actually really move around. Three of the walls, the floor, and the ceiling were made of dark grey stone. The fourth wall was a line of bars. I kept the cells bare.

She lay on the cold, stone floor on her side. Her hair had fallen to cover her face. I could barely make out her chest raising and falling. I had ordered the House-elf to change her from her light pink sweater and dark jeans to a simple, black cotton robe. It was shapeless and thin, something a slave would have been made to wear back when using Mudbloods and Squibs as slaves had been legal. Those were the days. If only I had lived back then to enjoy it.

I was getting impatient and almost used a spell to wake her up. I knew the effect would be better if she woke up on her own though. She would be nice and groggy and disoriented. A spell would have stimulated her mind too much for me to make a good first impression. I leaned back in my chair, still twirling her wand, and took the locket I had found around her neck out of my pocket. I flicked it open revealing a picture of a happy, older couple on one side. Must be her parents. She looked too much like the woman for them not to be. On the other side was a picture of her, Potter, and Weasely with their arms around each other. I rolled my eyes and snapped it closed.

Movement caught my eye. The girl shifted, exposing a leg all the way up to her thigh. A soft groan followed. I sat up straighter. The show had begun. I made sure that her wand in my hands was visible. As I said, dramatics is my weakness.

She pushed her herself into a half-sitting position, holding herself up with one arm as the other pushed her hair out of her eyes. The hand lingered on her forehead, probably trying to subdue an intense headache. She must have noticed her new outfit at that point because she grabbed the edge of the robe, rubbing in between her fingers. She dropped the fabric, looking around at the stone floor, then at the walls. Her gaze came across me and she slowly closed her eyes, leaving them closed as if she hoped that her eyes were deceiving her.

Panic flittered across her face when she opened her eyes again and the scene had not changed. Nope, not a bad dream. Welcome to your new reality.

Her eyes then found her wand twirling in my fingers. She followed its movement. I held it still in the light of the torch. No mistaking it for any other wand besides her own. Making sure she didn’t miss anything, I broke it in half, letting the pieces fall to the floor.

A small sob escaped her. Tears rolled down her cheeks. I smiled and stood up. Squatting just beside the bars so I we were at the same height, I whispered, “Mudbloods don’t have the right to use magic.”

She huddled into herself, clutching her knees and really sobbing into her arms. I left her sitting in the middle of the cell, rocking back and forth. Before slamming the dungeon door behind me, I extinguished the flame. The dungeon was thrown into darkness. I couldn’t even see her anymore, although I could hear her heaving breaths and soft hiccups.

I strode down my well-lit hallway, heading towards the library. Draco and Narcissa were sitting by the fire. “How did it go?” Draco asked.

“A good start. A very good start,” I answered, pouring myself a glass of brandy.
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