𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐃𝐎𝐌

Chapter 17

His billowing black robes swept along the cold stone floor. Darkness seeped from every corner of the room screaming to be heard by it’s Master. Lucius Malfoy walked quickly down the hall to the one he revered and feared above all others. He stood at the door and waited for his summons.

“Enter, my servant,” the voice commanded. Lucius gathered his Malfoy dignity and entered the room. It had been several days since the Dark Lord had even spoken to him, but today he alone was summoned.

Lucius entered the room and closed the door behind him. “You summoned me, My Lord?” Lucius said as he knelt in the center of the room with his head bowed in reverence.

“Come, sit with me, Malfoy. We have much to discuss,” Voldemort said in his cool commanding way.

It was unnerving, the calm demeanor of his Master. Lucius didn’t know what to expect upon hearing of this meeting with the Lord of Darkness. Lucius took his seat across from the man, if one could call him as such. Voldemort’s skin was ghostly white and pale. His skin was smooth but underneath there was a crackled texture giving him the look of some mistreated antique bisque doll. There were virtually no lips to speak of on his face, just what appeared to be a gash in the skin. His eyes were normal, but the irises glowed a dark red emanating evil from the very core of him. His body was thin and looked almost starved giving his head the appearance of a skull with a thin layer of the shattered skin upon it. He was tall, long and lank with long fingered hand and nails that resembled ghostly white spiders. Lucius noticed the man’s hair. It was long and white with no color at all as it hung over his shoulders falling onto his cape. All in all, he resembled a human somewhat, but Lucius doubted that this creature had lost any semblance to human on the inside.

“My Lord, what is it that you wish of me? I am here but to serve you,” Lucius squawked with his strained loyalty.

“I have become aware of many things as of late. Before your release from Azkaban, Draco left Malfoy Manor and did not participate in the ceremony to receive his blessing and his mark,” The evil one hissed. Lord Voldemort’s voice was raspy as though something in his throat rattled when he spoke. He always chose his words carefully, so Lucius knew that the Dark Lord had plans.

“Master, I am not pleased with Draco’s actions. He will feel the vengeance of my wrath when I am able to return him to his place,” Lucius said coldly.

“You will not touch the boy, you fool. He will serve his purpose to me, then you may do with him as you wish. I know where he is,” Voldemort drawled and gave something of an eerie smile. “Oh yes, I know of Draco. I know many interesting things about him. He is doing much in my favor, although he doesn’t even realize it.”

Lucius looked confused. “Master, I don’t understand your meaning.”

The Dark Lord crossed his legs comfortably, put his elbows on each side of the chair and touched his fingertips together in a steepled point and lay his cracked chin upon their tips.

“Malfoy, your son is foolishly and deeply in love with another. Did you know this?” The evil thing said with a hiss.

“No, Master, I was unaware. I have always forbidden Draco to seek relationships with anyone. Who is this girl? Are her parents in your service?” Lucius asked.

With his dark laugh that chilled the spine, Voldemort continued. “Your son shares a bed with his chosen mate, Lucius. Another boy at that. Yes. And not just any boy. The one your son loves above all others is none other than Harry Potter.”

Lucius’ eyes widened as his cheeks flushed with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. Lucius could not believe his ears.

“Master, please forgive me, but there must be some mistake. Draco detests Harry Potter and has so since the first time they met. Draco knows of Potter’s misguided beliefs and concern for filthy mudbloods. Surely the information you have received is in error.”