narcissus_snake (narcissus_snake) wrote in luciusfqf, @ 2008-02-15 23:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | fiction: lucius, gen |
fic: the muggles are coming
Title: The Muggles are Coming
Author: Narcissus
Rating: Currently Gen
Pairing: no pairing (at the moment)
Summary: The Wizarding World is threatened; Lucius has some important discussions to make.
Warnings: WIP
Prompt: The muggles are coming
The Muggles are Coming
It was in the days just after the fall of the Dark Lord, while the World was still trying to regain its feet and decide what to do with its errant, now defunct, Death Eaters - when it happened. They had come in through the Leaky Cauldron, by way of
Lucius had heard that there had been twenty-five fully armed Muggle soldiers, all in complete body armour, and that they had opened fire on the people of Diagon Alley without thought or hesitation. They had rounded up several of the wounded and demanded to know where the government buildings were, and who was in charge there; and, when they’d got no answer, had shot them all.
Magic hadn’t worked on them. Spells and curses had had little, to no, effect. The Wizarding World had been defenceless.
It wasn’t long before they learned, that the Muggles had been studying them for years, had carried out multiple experiments and run endless tests to discover exactly where the ‘magic’ came from, which part of the brain allowed them to channel the power; and once they had discovered where the magic lay, it had only been a matter of time before they were able to shut it off.
Within days the Wizarding World had been bought to its knees – without magic, they could do nothing.
He wouldn’t pretend to completely understand it, the science was beyond him; he just knew that, at first, they had managed to deflect the spells, and then later, they had implanted small mechanisms into the brain to suppress the ability to do magic; sending hundreds to enclosure camps, for closer inspection.
Lucius was one of the lucky ones, depending on how you looked at it, he hadn’t been caught yet. He, along with a few dozen others had managed to evade capture, keeping one step ahead - but they were running out of places to hide. And it was getting harder to keep his family safe.
The Death Eaters and their families had been targeted first, arrested and then executed – a public service. It was, after all, why they there. Scrimgeour had asked for assistance from the British Prime Minister shortly before the Dark Lord had removed him from life, and this was the response: total occupation and eradication.
The Muggles hated them, almost as much as they hated the Muggles.
Lucius didn’t want to think of the consequences, if he were ever caught.
~*~
His eyes flew open and he jumped to his feet, instinctively reaching for his wand. At the sudden movement, the wound in his side screamed, and he bent over, pressing his hand to the bandage; the medi-wizards had done there best but they were ill-equip to deal with bullet wounds. The noise and chaos around him, made his head thump; they were on the move again.
He looked around for Narcissa and saw her distinct blonde hair among the crowd; she was coming towards him.
There was no sign of Draco.
People were moving quickly, with a practice that only came with having to do this almost twice a day now. They were tired and hungry and angry but they were determined.
Lucius caught Anders as he ran passed:
“What’s happened, where’s Draco?”
“We have to move now, Lucius.” Anders replied calmly. “They’re coming!”
Lucius remained equally as calm, but there was an edge to his voice.
“You took my son out on reconnaissance, against my wishes; now tell me where he is.”
Anders broke free of the hold on his arm and squared up to Lucius, but his gaze kept shifting away. They had built up a good working relationship over the passed many weeks, and Lucius knew instantly that something was wrong; the blood in his veins ran cold.
“He was captured.”
Lucius heard Narcissa gasp behind him and knew that she would be just as pale as he now was.
“We have to go now!” Anders repeated and, after a pause added, in confidence: “We need you, Malfoy; we need your guidance, please lets go…”
“I can’t,” was his only reply. “I can’t leave my son!”
“He’s gone already,” Anders argued back, “there’s nothing you can do.”
“So, I’m just supposed to do nothing?”
“Look around you, look at these people.”
Lucius didn’t want to, he didn’t want to see the need and despair in their eyes, he didn’t want to have to help them – he wanted to go back to being selfish and conceited, wanted to go back to the time when he didn’t care. But, he did look; he looked and he saw and he understood the truth and his part in it.
“We have to go now.” Anders beseeched.
Narcissa reached for his hand. They were all waiting for him to choose – his son, or them; one, or many.
“The Muggles are here!” someone shouted; they could already hear the gun-fire.
“Lucius,” Narcissa breathed in his ear. “I don’t want to lose you both, again.”
He broke out of his stupor instantly, squeezing her hand for reassurance.
“Well, what are we waiting for…” he shouted, “…lets go!”
Anders joined the group, the look in his eyes both thanking Lucius and apologising to him. Once they were all ready, and not a moment too soon, they apparated away.
So, the worst had happened – he’d lost his son to the Muggles, his Draco. They would already have stripped him of his magic and thrown him into one of the many prison camps. But Lucius would be damned he was going to remain there. If it was the last thing he did, he was going to get Draco back.
~*~
to be continued