Book Three: The Heir and The Champions

The World (final)

Lucius Malfoy walked with a slight limp as he traveled down the black marble hallways of his home, a stack of books floating beside him. The reason he walked with a limp was because of what had happened in the graveyard not even two weeks ago, a shiver passes down his spine whenever he thinks about it, his lord being revived, the boy and whatever blood magic had been used on him by Dumbledore to turn him into such a monstrous weapon, and…the woman. Lucius has had dealings with a few of the Veela from the continent before, their bloodthirsty nature and open mindset to the darker magics made them almost natural allies to the Death Eaters, but very few were truly trustworthy, always twisting their words about, never telling the whole truth or giving their word about something, but that, and he would hesitate to call it this, woman was something else.

He could still taste the power that rolled off her in waves, like a numbing spell on his tongue the taste of nothing but an end, like he was once again looking into the silver eyes of the boy. How she had shrugged off his lord's curses like they were nothing, how she had talked to them, the death eaters, the true lords of the isle like they were nothing but children playing at a game she had long ago mastered. Lucius had here rumors of people who could not feel shrugging off the Torture curse like it was nothing, he had seen powerful witches and wizards like Bellatrix and his Lord being able to bat away spells with their bare hands, but he had never seen anyone take the killing curse to the chest and only got angry at the one who had cast it.

Then what she had done after it, she had raised the dead from their very graves, those who dabbled in Necromancy were rare but those who had the power and knowledge to utilize it was even rarer like his lord, but it took time to prepare the dead and brew the dark potions that would work in conjunction with the spells and rituals to raise Inferius or the like, but the woman had done it with a wave of her hand "My power, My blessing" she had said, Lucius had always taken the stories of born necromancers with a grain of salt, but the power the woman had shown off, it went beyond the stories his mother had told him to scare him into bed.

But the festering wounds from every bite a cawl mark on him was a testament to the dark power she wielded without a wand, they have to cut away whole chunks of their bodies to be able to heal the wounds and some, like Lucius', had yet to fully heal from the damage done to them, and poor Goyle had succumbed to the wounds that festered and spread like a plague across his body.

Lucius stops outside of the study his lord had taken over in the west wing to use, Narcissa wasn't very happy with hosting the Dark Lord in the manor but held her tongue over it when they dined with him in the evenings and treated him as an honored guest as he was, Lucius raises his cane and raps on the door three times before waiting to be called in, he didn't have to wait long as the door swings inward allowing him entrance into the study.

"My Lord," Lucius greets the pale serpentine man standing before a lecture flipping through the page of an old book with a frown on his face, his scarlet eyes flick to him for a moment before turning back to the book which was all the acknowledgment he had given Lucius as he floats the stack of books to the large oak desk in the middle of the room, "From the Carrows, My Lord, the oldest records of the islands they had in their family archives," he says with a nod of his head as his lord makes a throaty noise of acknowledgment.

"And what of Nott?" his lord asks, not turning around to look at him.

Lucius hesitates for a moment before speaking, "I had gone to Brí Léith earlier today to speak with him but, …" Lucius pauses for a moment, not wanting to be at the end of his lord's wand for delivering him bad news, "It seems the wards have been changed to no longer allowed those who bare your gloriest mark inside the keep any longer," he says and he hears his lord huff in annoyance.