The AllSpark's Chosen

Chapter 18: A Just Cause and Letters from Afar

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The quiet tension within **Malfoy Manor** was palpable as Lucius, Narcissa, and Draco gathered in the drawing room, waiting for news from **Voldemort**. The atmosphere was heavy with purpose, but not one of fear or evil, as the world had long believed. Instead, it was a sense of righteous justice that filled the air. The Malfoy family, alongside Voldemort, had been working tirelessly to dismantle the insidious control **Albus Dumbledore** had over the wizarding world.

For years, Dumbledore had manipulated events behind the scenes, masquerading as a beacon of light while controlling people's lives and steering the world into chaos and oppression. But Voldemort—once seen as the dark force—had revealed the truth to those willing to see it. Dumbledore's lies had gone unchecked for too long, and now it was time to put an end to his reign.

The **Azkaban raid** was critical to their mission. Many of Voldemort's followers—loyal wizards and witches who had fought against Dumbledore's control—had been wrongfully imprisoned after Voldemort's defeat at the hands of Dumbledore's manipulation. They needed to be freed to restore balance and gather forces to fight back against the twisted control of Hogwarts' headmaster.

In the drawing room, **Lucius Malfoy** sat by the fireplace, his sharp features illuminated by the flickering flames. He held an air of purpose, his mind focused on the strategic planning ahead. His wife, **Narcissa**, sat beside him, her expression calm yet determined. The battle against Dumbledore was not just a war for power—it was a war for truth, a fight for the freedom of their world.

Draco stood near the window, deep in thought. Though he knew the importance of the mission, his thoughts wandered to the letter he had received earlier. **Saber**, his godbrother, had responded at last, and though Draco had shared the news of his reply with his parents, he still couldn't shake the sense of uncertainty that lingered.

As if reading Draco's thoughts, Lucius spoke, his voice steady. "What did Saber say?"

Draco turned from the window, the letter still in his hand. "He's doing well. He's still in the United States, renovating his family's estate—**Howler Manor**. He's also homeschooling himself, studying magic on his own. He mentioned that he's uncovered more about his **Pendragon lineage**, and he's... acquiring power, in his own way."

Narcissa exchanged a glance with Lucius, her expression thoughtful. "That's good," she said softly. "He's rebuilding. He's finding his own strength."

Draco nodded, though his unease remained. "Yes. But he also made it clear that he's not interested in returning to Britain anytime soon. He's still watching from a distance, but he's not ready to come back."

Lucius's eyes flickered with a moment of consideration as he reached for the letter, scanning it himself. "He's not cutting us off completely," Lucius mused, "but he's distancing himself. That's understandable, given what he's been through."

Draco nodded. "He hasn't forgotten about us, though. He said that if we ever need him, he'll be there."

Narcissa smiled softly at her son's words, her voice gentle. "He's still family. And that connection will grow stronger in time."

Draco felt a flicker of relief at his mother's words, though a sense of uncertainty still weighed on him. He had reached out to **Saber** not just because they were family, but because they needed allies—especially now, with the Azkaban raid looming. **Voldemort's cause** was just, and they needed people like Saber who understood the truth.

Before they could continue the discussion, the door to the drawing room opened, and **Severus Snape** stepped inside. His dark robes billowed behind him as he entered, his expression as calm and composed as ever. But beneath that calm, Draco could sense the urgency in his godfather's presence.

"It's time," Snape said, his voice smooth but full of purpose. "The Dark Lord has made his final preparations. We must move swiftly."

Lucius rose from his seat, his posture rigid with resolve. "We've been ready."

The **Azkaban raid**—a mission to free Voldemort's wrongfully imprisoned supporters—was about to begin. Dumbledore had twisted the narrative after Voldemort's defeat, branding them all as dark forces and imprisoning those who dared to resist his manipulations. Now, they would be freed, and they would rejoin the fight against Dumbledore's web of control.

As Lucius and Snape prepared to leave, Narcissa turned to Draco, her expression tinged with motherly concern. "Draco, stay here. This mission is too dangerous for you."

Draco shook his head, his voice firm. "No. I want to help."

"You've already helped," Lucius said sharply, though his tone was not unkind. "Saber's letter, his willingness to stay connected, will be of great importance in the future. But this raid... it's too dangerous. We cannot afford to lose you."

Draco clenched his fists, frustration boiling inside him. He had been doing everything he could to prove himself, to show that he was ready to stand with his family and fight against Dumbledore's twisted regime. But his father was right—this raid was not something he was prepared for.

"I'll be here when you return," Draco muttered, stepping back from the fire.

Lucius gave him a curt nod, his eyes hard with determination. "We'll return with our allies. Once they are free, Dumbledore's influence over Azkaban will be broken."

As Lucius and Snape left the room, the heavy weight of their departure settled over Draco. He stared into the fire, knowing that his parents were heading into danger, but trusting in their cause. The **Azkaban raid** was not an act of darkness—it was an act of **freedom**. A necessary step to fight against the true evil that Dumbledore represented.

Narcissa lingered for a moment longer, her eyes filled with quiet concern as she looked at her son. "We will come back," she said softly, her voice filled with certainty. "Stay safe, Draco."

With that, Narcissa left the room, and Draco was alone.

He looked down at the letter from Saber, still lying on the table. Saber was out there, building a life of his own, surrounded by freedom and new possibilities. He had escaped the manipulations of Dumbledore, but Draco knew that the fight was far from over.

Voldemort was the only one strong enough to stand against Dumbledore's influence. And while Draco trusted his family and their cause, he couldn't help but wonder what part **Saber** would play in the war to come.

Sitting down in his father's chair, Draco stared at the letter in front of him. He knew that, no matter what happened in the coming days, the connection with Saber—his godbrother—would be crucial. Whether Saber realized it or not, his power would be needed to help free the wizarding world from Dumbledore's lies.