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ANGELCAKE	By : tatyanahill Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1613 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Angelcake is a derivative based on some of the characters of Harry Potter. I do not make any money from writing it, or the rest of the series it belongs to. I do not own Harry Potter, or any characters from the HP series.

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LUCIUS THE DRUGGIE

(…& MURDERER)
He had started taking the Imperial during the first war to deal with the feelings and fear he had, once he realised he was in too deep and the situation wasn’t just going to go away. It gave him the super boost of extraordinary confidence and aggression he needed to deal with everything and was wonderful in removing all of the agonising feelings he had. Once ‘The Psycho’ who had caused the wars had disappeared, he weaned himself from the gripping addiction, but found he still needed the drug –a potion from his world– to cope with the guilt and shame and hatred he had developed for himself. With his father mentally faltering and near death, he had become solely responsible for the entirety of the family’s dealings. With his own mind running wild, he found restrained use of the potion essential to keeping his performance up; he was actually thankful for the potion at the time. Once the signs were clear that the Psycho was returning after thirteen years of absence, his regular doses of Imperial increased again dramatically, but then he was sent to Azkaban prison, where there were there were Dementors yearning to suck his soul out and violent inmates to deal with on a daily basis. Having a heightened sense of aggression and lack of control in such a prison was more trouble than it was worth; one needed to have all the magical potency and intellect they could summon with them to stay alive in the all Magic prison, so he started taking Euphoria to deal with the dangerous path of coming off of the Imperial Potion. By the time he came out of prison, he was actually cleaner than he had been in years, but when he returned home and saw what was going on, he started dosing himself again almost immediately – more than ever. The Psycho had taken up residence in his house; it was a nightmare come to life. Things quickly became so bad, he needed to alter heavy doses of both drugs, fortified by alcohol and a slew of other potions to counteract their maleffects, just to function.
   Although Imperial and Euphoria were drug potions of choice among the rich and powerful (or those who wished to be) and not against the law, taking them was a huge social taboo in Magical society. In a world where power and control were everything, the taking of any serious mind-altering potion was viewed as exceedingly shameful. This sentiment was especially true in the upper classes to which Lucius belonged. Lucius himself agreed more than most that losing control, or gaining the appearance of control through trickery or artificial means, were signs of pathetic weakness.
   Roughly a year before the final battle, Lucius entered into the treatment which would knock his addictions once and for all, when he was blackmailed by Severus Snape (or rather “incentivised” as Snape put it). Lucius was not to attain or maintain completely clear headedness straight away however. Purging the potions from his system took many months and nearly killed him, leaving him in heavy sweats and shakes and bouts of uncontrolled sobbing. To cope with the continuing horrors of the war, when not bullied by Snape into doing hero’s work he truthfully had no stomach for, Lucius drank more heavily than he ever had, as a new method of keeping himself inebriated. Having a front seat to the ongoing wickedness of the organisation he held a high command in, without the extreme emotional numbing of the potions, he grew outwardly mentally and emotionally fragile and it was believed he had lost his mind. Once absolutely venerated by other Death Eaters and even the Psycho himself, Lucius had become a mockery within the evil organization he had little choice to remain a part of.
   Lucius had fallen from one of the highest possible summits in his world: During the lead-up to the Second Wizarding War and the war itself, which culminated in the Death Eater Trials, he went from untouchable, revered (and feared) aristocrat, to broken Wizard, facing dozens of charges of war crimes, which included: improper use of Magic, deceit, torture, and murder. He had already been sent to Azkaban prison for several months before and after the second war. With the new bout of grievous charges against him, his disgraced reputation seemed as though it could fall no further. Yet to make matters worse, he was indeed further humiliated when his enormous drug potions habit was exposed and highly publicized. After six months of incarceration, the messy primary trial and short re-trial lasted 14 long months; it seemed like his potions habit was referenced almost as much as the accusations of murder and other perversions.
   Even though the scandal was settling slightly, he was still very much privately a laughing stock within his own circles, although, they still feared him (mainly because it was believed he was unhinged). Most of is ‘friends’ in high places, many blood-racists and some at least recreational drug potions users themselves, who had looked the other way in regard to his hazardous political associations, publically abandoned him the moment he was taken in by the Ministry; the remainder had fled once news of his addictions surfaced. He went into reclusion during the trials and was in exile currently, awaiting the final trial, which would decide either his ultimate freedom, or final imprisonment of being locked in Azkaban for life (or as long as he was able to stay alive). In exile, he was not only keeping out of harm’s way, he was hiding from the unbearable shame of his potions abuse… He had become a metaphorical leper in much of the Magical world.
   It was fortunate that many of the rich had no choice but to continue to do business with the Malfoys; so bad was Lucius’s disgrace, even those few hardliner blood-racists who approved of Death Eater barbarisms such as enslaving, or even murdering Muggles and Half-Bloods, wanted to separate their links with the family once the severity of his potions addiction and the embarrassing stories that went along with it, went public.
   Even one of his cousins who happened to be Acting Minister for Magic at the time had done nothing to help him (or so Lucius imagined). When Kingsley needed money to get elected into the Wizengamot, earlier in his career, he seemed to remember well that they were blood (and they didn’t even have the same political interests). Typical bloody politico! Lucius would reflect bitterly whenever Kingsley came to mind. Whether his cousin was keeping away out of personal commitments and general tradition (to say that the two Wizards –who were only second cousins, to be fair – were never close, was an understatement) or if it was because Kingsley was keeping away for the sake of his own career, Lucius hadn’t seen him in several years.
   On the sporadic occasions that Lucius was in a mood to care, he seemed to enjoy griping about how dreadfully unlucky he was. He was in fact vastly lucky, all things considered: He very luckily survived the assassination attempt that killed his wife and then he very luckily –and only very narrowly– avoided being sent back to prison for a second and final time, where he likely would have had his soul sucked out, or eventually been murdered by inmates. The fact that he was granted a third trial was exceedingly unusual (and it was considered tremendously lucky). Rather than being reincarcerated under dangerous and depressing conditions in a holding cell in Azkaban, as the majority of charged Death Eaters were, he was granted to await the final trial on a restricted Conditional Freedom bound under a Faith Agreement (a sort of interim sentence). This meant he could live at home and more or less continue his life and business dealings with a reasonable amount of comfort and normalcy – under the circumstances. With this final, extra ordinary trial set two and a quarter years after the end of the first, it was true that his life was left hanging in the balance for an extended period, but he stood a good chance of being mostly, if not fully acquitted if reason and Ministry murmurings were anything to go by. It was expected he might come off with an unrestricted, Conditional Freedom sentence of 25 years, which –considering the original charges that faced him– would be extremely, extremely fortunate… Yes, Lucius had been too privileged in his early life to see just how lucky he truly was.
   Furthermore, instead of having his entire fortune seized (an action that was thought would destabilize the Wizarding economy) the Faith Agreement his Conditional Freedom was bound under, only amounted to a strong slap on the wrist in Lucius’s case:
1) He was given massive fines which would have bankrupted many Wizards, but weren’t much worry to him and in fact provided him a modicum of comfort, because he felt as though he was paying some deserved penance;
2) He was given a humiliating six month internship doing menial work with Muggles, that he had already completed and had very luckily worked in his favour;
3) He had to see a Muggle therapist for one hour per week, to assess and confront his ‘hatred’ toward Muggles and those of “impure blood” – which for obvious reasons, he was in constant trouble over, but luckily never in enough that anything was ever done;
4) He had mandatory, on-going general Muggle studies, and a Muggle Immersion course (direct contact with Muggles and do-gooding penance quotas) which in reality were simply tedious at worst and not nearly as bad as he complained about them as being;
5) His wand and rights to perform Magic were taken from him awaiting final sentencing. Although his Magical rights WERE quite a severe punishment, it was understandable for someone being accused of genocide. The Magic was by far the worst part. As heartbroken and crippled with guilt and hatred for himself as Lucius was, he complained vehemently about the punishment during those moments he felt little flickers of an interest in life.
6) He had to attend bi-monthly meetings at the Ministry to review his progress in all of the other conditions. This also greatly irritated Lucius because his personal Magical travelling rights had been restricted along with the rest of his Magic, which meant that he had to travel to London the long way twice a month, whether it was convenient or not. If they were going to take issue with something he did and punish him for it, that was their prerogative. He simply did not see why they needed to have a bloody committee meeting about it!
   For their part, Lucius’s opposition was furious at what they considered a gross mockery of Magical law. They quietly grumbled that the court was gilded (in other words it had been bought by Malfoy gold) but had little legal recourse apart from scheming for the final trial and waiting to see if the ‘slippery’ defendant would screw up in the meantime.
   For his six month Muggle internship (a placement designed to teach Lucius humility and give him compassion and a greater understanding of Muggles) it had originally been decided he would manage a hospice for abused, Muggle single mothers and their children. However, his nemesis Arthur Weasley, who was on his Faith Agreement Progress Review Committee had managed to get the placement changed. Lucius was instead set up as a lowly clinical assistant at a drugs and sexual health clinic for Muggles, which offered counselling and STI testing services specifically to lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender people that were “heavily into drugs and the hard sex scene, or at risk sex workers.” His main job was taking penile swabs and collecting urine and blood samples of the male clients. Because of traditional Magical attitudes toward blood and bodily fluids (average Muggle men were already viewed as excessively promiscuous –and therefore unclean– so their excretions, were held with even stronger caution than all other humans) it would have taken an extraordinarily liberal minded Magical person to not view the placement as improper, no matter their blood class, or sexual orientation.
   Straight away, there were leaked images to the rag newspapers of Lucius in his cheap, ill-fitted, white clinician’s coat and dead look on his face, carrying what looked like a urine sample… A few weeks later there was another feature, picturing an absurdly unconvincing man in drag (obviously a plant from the papers) dressed in thigh-high stiletto boots and a revealing, studded black pleather minidress –hairy legs, hairy chest, twelve o’clock shadow and all– tottering after Lucius with what looked like another urine sample. Afterwards, there was a follow-up story with a thinly masked implication that Lucius had paid the very same “Muggle ‘lady’ (thought to be a prostitute)” for “special Muggle medications and other services”. The story ran with an image of the man, made-up in another laughable attempt at female imitation that no real drag queen would have been seen dead in, even if they were just a Muggle: Half undressed and bedraggled (his grotesquely applied cosmetics smeared and wearing an obscenely suggestive, possibly postcoital expression) he was propped up in the examination room that Lucius had supposedly just vacated. The irreverent features continued to the delight of readers and Lucius’s adversaries every few weeks for the endurance of his internship.
   Arthur Weasley’s spitefulness backfired badly, however: At the start of the trials, with the Psycho and most of the other elite-level war criminals dead, Lucius was at the top of the list of Wizards people wanted to see punished. Shocking last minute revelations came out at the end of the first trial, forcing the re-trial and gaining him the first crucial glints of public sympathy and then the same thing happened again (this time at the eleventh hour) forcing the final re-trial which had yet to come. By the end of the second trail Lucius had firm support from mothers and females under 40... With the internship that followed, Weasley and his cronies had planned an end to Lucius’s lucky streak, but much to their chagrin it had the opposite effect. They had expected leaving Malfoy surrounded by easy access to illicit drugs and what they, even as liberals, considered to be the worst of Muggle society would bring out his true nature and it did, only it wasn’t the “true nature” his enemies were banking on. Although the stint at the clinic did serve in humiliating Lucius personally, far from earning him further ridicule from regular Magical people, the controversial internship astonishingly won him a great deal more support. For a start, the exposure gained a notable amount of support from liberal and leftist 18-30 somethings (especially those who were Half-bloods and Muggle-borns) as well as the Magicals of all ages, who identified with the Muggle LGBT community, regardless of their blood lineage. Although relatively small in numbers, they were groups who had so far remained almost entirely and unreservedly anti-Malfoy, even after the testaments that had saved him and cast doubt on his wicked, old-gold reputation came to light.
   Naturally the papers didn’t care whether they printed misery or mirth. So, when they ran a story (which happened to be true) about the unwanded Malfoy unhesitatingly defending a young and homeless, androgynous looking Muggle of delicate stature, from two oversized brutes who were harassing him or her, as they tried to enter the clinic, the story sealed the opinion of those wavering on whether or not there was a heart under all that ice.
Similarly, although he continued to have a heavy percentage of opposers who thought he ought to go to prison for life, be sentenced to death (or alternatively, tortured and then put to death) the internship placement also swayed the minds of a good number of the masses of middle-aged, middle-moneyed, politically middle-of-the-road and mainly Middleblooded Wizardkind – the largest segment of Wizarding society. The semi-conservative middling types (enough of whom had quietly experimented with ‘performance potions’ at school “once or twice” and were clever enough to recognise at least some of the papers’ gross sensationalism) took pity on Lucius for what they considered a particularly merciless act on the Ministry’s part.
   And so, within a just a handful of months Lucius had gone from: “The Most Hated Wizard In The World”, to a man (a HUMAN) who many felt some sense of sympathy for and a good deal of not-altogether-negative curiosity about. His solicitor, who had about as many cheeky nicknames for him as the opposition had, was so amazed (and grateful) he started calling him “Teflon”, which of course Lucius did not understand the meaning of. Through all of this, Lucius was the only one who didn’t see how extraordinarily lucky he was.
   The existing position, almost a year later:
   In the time between the startling end of his second trial and the current agonising wait for the extra ordinary third and final trial, the formal transcripts of the first two had been published, ending rumour and speculation about the evidence given that had saved Lucius – the clincher quite literally booming in just moments before what felt like a disastrous judgement was about to be passed. Whether the evidence were true or not was yet to be judged, but after publication of the transcripts, a great many people came to consider the possibility that Lucius Malfoy might not be a wicked Wizard after all… People felt sorry for him: ‘He had taken wrong turns, but he had been courageous in the end. His wife, who perhaps hadn’t been as bad herself, had been murdered. A secret, adopted child and her mother (both Muggles – incredibly) had been butchered in a blood-chilling, unspeakably mugglish way. He had suffered. He had tried to help (or so it was said). Perhaps he hadn’t been nearly as bad as what everyone had thought, perhaps Malfoy HAD been “a victim himself,” as his legal team had endeavoured to put across. Perhaps he might even be GOOD.’
   With the constant stories of the trials and lives of all of the big players on both sides of the war dominating their world, this growing sympathy for Lucius from ordinary Magical people continued on unexpectedly and peaked at an astounding 67 percent of the Magical population in favour of a full acquittal – healthier than anyone would have ever guessed possible at the start of the trials. Somehow, in spite of (or perhaps because of) the utter degradation of his highborn merits, Lucius was loved for the first time since he was England duelling captain!
   Like many sons and daughters of powerful Magical families, Lucius had grown up in the public eye and so had been somewhat beleaguered by the tabloids throughout his life. Mixed with his previous celebrity, his new status turned him into much more of an enticing subject for the media than he ever had been as a stuffy Superial, or gloomy Death Eater (both for praise and for ridicule). Hardly a week went by without some new story, for better or for worse, about “HLHOM: The Disgraced Ex-Lord Malfoy.”
   Most unexpectedly of all –and completely unbeknownst to him– because of his great troubles, and fuelled by his new mutinous, devil-may-care attitude toward living and dying, he was fast winning a badge of ‘coolness’ among younger Magical population that currently veered somewhere between the tones of: Robin Hood and Rock ‘n’ Roll . It was a status that he had never before enjoyed, even in his pre Death Eater prime as hyper-rich aristocrat, not even as England captain… This reverence was strongest among the subversive element of the population, where he was (rightly, or wrongly) gaining veneration as a tragic hero and symbol of Magical anti-establishment. Young, outcast Magicals everywhere had even started getting copies on their necks of the indelible Azkaban prisoner’s cipher that was tattooed on Lucius’s neck.
   And so, whether the disgraced Ex-Lord Malfoy was “A Tragic Hero” or “A Murderous Viper,” the special mixture of the papers’ free-for-all tactlessness, the prosecution’s thirst to formally vilify him and Arthur Weasley’s added underhanded malice, had been unexpectedly helpful. Ironically (and fortuitously!) the character attacks that should have ruined a Superial in Lucius’s position, had sheltered and completely reinvented the fallen Wizard.
   It was too bad that Lucius was in such extreme personal turmoil and his confidence was so low, that he wasn’t able to understand, or accept with any seriousness that enough people actually supported and admired him; he would have revelled in it all if he had. He needed all the love he could get, because as hard as his solicitor was working and others who cared about him tried to support him, Lucius had little will to help himself. He presently had little will to live.
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