Chapter 56.6- Doom Days

XXXXX- LUCIUS MALFOY

“Arrange their bodies in a triangle” his Lord commanded, and he moved to do his Lord’s bidding. He knew that using magic in or around rituals was a terrible idea so he dragged the bodies of the two fat lards, insensate as they were from hours of his Lord’s attention. He had driven all three of the muggles mad and then some with his cruciatus. Lucius had expected that someone— whether from the ministry or even one of Dumbledore’s cronies would have intervened at some point but it seemed the ministry remained clueless as ever even as the Headmaster has clearly abandoned these people to their own devices.

After a shameful amount of exertion, Lucius managed to move the bodies into place. He said nothing about how this was servant work. It was an honour to be the most trusted of the inner circle. The one his Lord trusted enough to bring on a personal mission like this one.

His Lord took out a bowl from the bag he had made Lucius carry. It was pure silver. The same was true for the k Ife that he took out next. He stepped next to the woman, kneeling and making a single straight cut along her forearm. He allowed the blood pour into the bowl as he stood and went to get another bowl. Lucius watched with rapt attention as he bled the fat boy as well. His Lord was a master of the Dark Arts without compare, and Lucius could already yell that this ritual was an original creation. Lucius had not even known that muggles could participate in rituals beyond acting as blood sacrifices.

When the Dark Lord had finished watching the blood pile up he used the blood to paint runes on all three of the muggles before he drew a simple pentagram on the cleared living room next, taking care to ensure the woman was at the head of the triangle and each of the men were at one of the ends of the the three triangles that made up the edges of the pentagram.

“Imperio” his lord commanded, and the muggle man rose. His lord brought the knife to bear at his position in the center of the pentagram, and slashed him straight across the throat.

Then his Lord began to chant in a language Lucius could only vaguely identify as Egyptian. It took a few minutes of chanting but the muggle boy and his mother slowly dried out, their life-force being obviously drained from them. The ritual did not end until their hearts had stopped beating. And then his Lord removed his golden mask, revealing a face Lucius had not seen in over a decade, the same handsome visage that his Lord had used to tempt them all to his cause all those years ago.

A/N: If you think about it, thanks to the ritual he used to come back, Petunia was Voldemort’s aunt and Dudley his cousin as well. That’s why he could use them to power a bloodline restoration ritual. Powered by two wizards, it would have been enough to bring a wizard on the brink of death back to the peak of his powers. With two muggles, he barely manages to fix his face.