308- Fireworks
Bellatrix’s eyes were on fire as she watched Lucius pace. There was a fever there he’d never noticed before; a sort of madness crystallized in the blue that burned. Her voice was shrilled and fevered and when she reached out; she dug her nails into Lucius’ raw forearm. Lucius hissed in pain and snatched his arm away as if he had been stung.
“Our Master needs us!” Bella trilled. “We have to find him.”
Lucius cast a wary eye towards the door; he was expecting his father and wife home. He was expecting his son home from their daily afternoon walk and he wasn’t about to have his son upset by anyone even Bella. “Mind your tone.”
“He needs us!”
“If he required us, he would have called by now- don’t you agree?” And then his voice fell to a whisper. “There’s no proof he’s even alive!”
“Don’t say that! The Dark Lord would not be bested by anyone! Least of all, the Potters! He has prevailed!”
“Whispers say otherwise!” Lucius rounded on her, meeting the steel of Bella’s eyes. He could only keep the gaze for a few seconds before tearing away, and finding a corner of the rug to study.
There was a heated pause between them, followed by Bellatrix’s snort. She might have growled; he couldn’t care- he was trying to desperately to keep the fear out of his voice and the red from his cheeks. His chest was tightening.
“You’re afraid…you coward…after all the Dark Lord has given you, you’re afraid!! Of Crouch’s Aurors? Of Dumbledore? You pathetic weak man, you don’t deserve the Mark you wear- the Dark Lord…”
“Don’t you dare question my devotion to our Master- there is nothing I place above…”
“DADDY! POP! POP! POP!” Draco’s voice sliced through the tension in the air like a knife; breaking Lucius’ train of thought and drawing his attention to the overexcited toddler in his wife’s arms. Narcissa was standing in the doorway, watching her sister and husband with an expression of fear that lasted only for a moment before being replaced with a smooth mask.
“There were fireworks in the Park.” She told him, easing Draco into his father’s arms. “Everyone is excited…”
“Pop! Pop! Daddy! Pop!” Draco screamed, curling his small fingers into Lucius’ hair. If he was aware of anything outside of his newest discovery, he gave no sign of it. For his part, Lucius had forgotten the moment’s tensions and conversation the moment Draco’s giggles filled his ears. He was already walking to the young boy’s playroom by the time Narcissa had taken up his place beside Bella and he was only vaguely aware of his wife’s voice behind him.
“Bella, how good to see you. I was so afraid…”
Lucius Malfoy
Harry Potter
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“Our Master needs us!” Bella trilled. “We have to find him.”
Lucius cast a wary eye towards the door; he was expecting his father and wife home. He was expecting his son home from their daily afternoon walk and he wasn’t about to have his son upset by anyone even Bella. “Mind your tone.”
“He needs us!”
“If he required us, he would have called by now- don’t you agree?” And then his voice fell to a whisper. “There’s no proof he’s even alive!”
“Don’t say that! The Dark Lord would not be bested by anyone! Least of all, the Potters! He has prevailed!”
“Whispers say otherwise!” Lucius rounded on her, meeting the steel of Bella’s eyes. He could only keep the gaze for a few seconds before tearing away, and finding a corner of the rug to study.
There was a heated pause between them, followed by Bellatrix’s snort. She might have growled; he couldn’t care- he was trying to desperately to keep the fear out of his voice and the red from his cheeks. His chest was tightening.
“You’re afraid…you coward…after all the Dark Lord has given you, you’re afraid!! Of Crouch’s Aurors? Of Dumbledore? You pathetic weak man, you don’t deserve the Mark you wear- the Dark Lord…”
“Don’t you dare question my devotion to our Master- there is nothing I place above…”
“DADDY! POP! POP! POP!” Draco’s voice sliced through the tension in the air like a knife; breaking Lucius’ train of thought and drawing his attention to the overexcited toddler in his wife’s arms. Narcissa was standing in the doorway, watching her sister and husband with an expression of fear that lasted only for a moment before being replaced with a smooth mask.
“There were fireworks in the Park.” She told him, easing Draco into his father’s arms. “Everyone is excited…”
“Pop! Pop! Daddy! Pop!” Draco screamed, curling his small fingers into Lucius’ hair. If he was aware of anything outside of his newest discovery, he gave no sign of it. For his part, Lucius had forgotten the moment’s tensions and conversation the moment Draco’s giggles filled his ears. He was already walking to the young boy’s playroom by the time Narcissa had taken up his place beside Bella and he was only vaguely aware of his wife’s voice behind him.
“Bella, how good to see you. I was so afraid…”
Lucius Malfoy
Harry Potter
459