It's Just a Nightmare

It's Just a Nightmare 5

Lucius Malfoy picked up the squirming baby and disapparated out of the dungeon and appeared in a gargantuan marble entrance hall lighted by several diamond chandeliers. At the end of the hall, two huge, sweeping staircases led up to the first floor.

"Narcissa, I'm home," said Lucius Malfoy and his voice echoed loudly around the cavernous hall. Almost immediately a set of hurried footsteps came pattering down the stairs. A very pretty woman of about thirty came into view. Her beauty was enhanced by a mountain of makeup, which she had plastered onto her face.

"Hello dear, you're back early," she commented with some disapproval, "and what's that thing in your arms?"

"Narcissa, the order attacked the castle and we used the plan," informed Malfoy. Narcissa frowned delicately, as though she was trying to avoid wrinkling her skin. "Now Narcissa, take the baby to the room you prepared earlier," commandeered Malfoy.

"Fine, dear, what ever you want," muttered Narcissa sarcastic and grabbed Harry as if he was a sack of potatoes. This however proved to be a mistake as Harry instantly started to cry.

"Oh and shut the brat up while you're at it," said Malfoy and he stormed off to his office. Narcissa looked at the bundle in her arms with disgust as she pulled out her wand and silenced Harry. She carried him upstairs into a large, bare room with a small cot in the middle and dumped Harry in there before slammed the door.

Why was her husband always bringing home trouble? She wouldn't have married him if it weren't for her parents and his money. She generally lived a comfortable, high classed life. Going to parties was her main occupation, preparing for them was her hobby. Her other activities were, keeping her husband happy and making sure her son had a constant supply of sweets. Narcissa was a clever woman but her cleverness had never been of much use to her; it was her looks that got her where she was now.

Lucius Malfoy leaned back heavily in his chair and rubbed the ridge of his nose wearily. Why had Voldermort sent Snape to the front line and not him? He wasn't pretending to be the better dueler but he was far superior when it came to organization.

Malfoy's sulking was suddenly disturbed by two people apparating into his room, one was Snape, and the other was Voldermort. They both had identical triumphant smirks on their faces.

"My Lord, how did you do?"

"All that comes later Lucius, where is he?" demanded Voldermort.

"Oh, my lord he is upstairs sleeping. I must say it was an ingenious plan."

"Well get him down here, Lucius," ordered Voldermort. Lucius immediately called for the house elf to bring Harry downstairs.

The baby's face was red from screaming and his arms were bruised from where Narcissa had gripped him too hard. Voldermort eyed the baby and picked him up. Harry instantly stopped crying and snuggled up to the Dark Lord. "Hello Alex."

"Da-da," muttered Harry trying to reach for Voldermort's wand.

"My Lord, what happened?" asked Malfoy again.

"Oh yes, Severus, tell him."

"We defeated the order, five of them were killed and many more injured including Black and Lupin. We also cursed Dumbledore."

"Ah yes, the dithering old fool, I shot him with the killing curse. He died on the spot."