Chapter 56.2- Doom Days

The home shone forth from within, casting light unto their masked visages. His mask was the standard for the inner circle Death Eaters, a silver ensemble with a horrific face carved onto it, but his Lord wore a simple golden mask. Apart from its material composition, it had no other defining features. Just a pair of slits from which his red eyes shot forth with hatred, anger, and menace. Those eyes were turned to him now.

“If you would, Lucius” His Lord said, gesturing to the door they stood before.

Lucius stepped forward, removing his wand from his cane with a flourish and brandishing it at the door. It exploded outwards shattering in a collection of white splinters.

“I meant knock, Lucius. Where are those Malfoy manners when you need them?” The Dark Lord did not sound angered by Lucius’ misstep. If anything, he was even more amused. Lucius could point out that the Dark Lord should have been more specific with his orders but the pain he still felt across his body drove home just how stupid that would have been.

“Who’s that just barging in and making a noise” he heard the voice from above.

“I warn ya, you theif and neverdowell, I am armed.” The voice said again, sounding far from threatening. His Lord chuckled and Lucius joined in. What did this muggle think he could do to them? There was the sound of an avalanche coming drown their stairs and Lucius wondered just what sort of heavy contraption the man was carrying that would cause such a ruckus. When he rounded off at the door way and faced them, Lucius realised the man himself was the heavy contraption.

“Merlin, how are you still alive?” He found himself asking in shock. How could a man grow so…so…fat did not do enough to drive it home.

The man reddened, pointing the metal rod at them.

“Now now, Lucius, you should not be so rude. Muggles do not have the same protections we magicals do to spare us the consequences of overindulgence.” His Lord chuckled.

“Muggles? You’re part of them Freaks, aren’t ya? I told the old man already. We ain’t seen the boy since he left last year. Worthless little freak decided to stop darkening my doorstep with his presence. Now get!” He shouted in their direction. What in Merlin’s name was he talking about? By freak, he must have meant they were members of the Wizarding world. The worthless little freak was probably Harry Potter himself. And the old man, Dumbledore most likely. They had already confirmed that Harry Potter lived with his magical guardian Sirius Black abroad in a country and at an address they had so far refused to disclose to the Ministry. The letters sent in that respect returned unopened. While Lucius was putting the dots together and coming up with even more questions, his Lord seemed to have arrived at a conclusion and he was not pleased if the sudden drying in the air was any indication. Lucius felt his lips chap and dry out.