Who: Lucius Malfoy When: Early hours of Saturday morning Where: Godric's Hollow Cemetery What: Disposing of Trash Warnings: Death.
Lucius's cloak brushed against the fallen leaves in the early hours of the morning. The sun had not yet awoken, still tucked behind the horizon, waiting to bring a fresh start to everyone. Rebels, those vermin, would awake knowing they were free. Free, yes, but not safe. For Lucius was determined to track them down, one at a time. They would either love him or learn that he was not a man to be ignored.
And to show his intent, Lucius realized he needed a display. The pesky and problematic rebels believed him to be a man of only words, not actions. So, if they demanded action of him, Lucius was more than happy to oblige. There was nothing holding him back now, nothing to stop him. Rabastan had been the calming force in Lucius's life. Few understood how much rage and hatred Lucius truly had. It was easier for them to think of him as a puppet, as a coward. But no more.
No. More.
The body levitated behind him, drops of blood falling against the streets as they made their way to the cemetery. Lucius paid them no mind. As he stepped into the graveyard, Lucius quickly made his way to a grave adorned with flowers and trinkets. One wave of his wand and all the rubbished vanished, leaving nothing more than a simple grey marker.
Harry James Potter July 31, 1980 - July 15, 1998 The Chosen One
Rolling his eyes, Lucius broke a branch off from a nearby tree and easily fashioned it into a slim, tall spike. The spike plunged into the dirt of Potter's grave and Lucius smirked. He hadn't been able to enjoy himself like this in far too long.
Another wave of his wand and the head separated form the large body floating behind him. Lucius arranged it easily on the spike, his wand keeping him from having to dirty his own hands. The Elder Wand's power was limitless. He truly believed that he couldn't be touched.
Oh, the outrage. Lucius couldn't wait to read the cries against him in the journals. The admonishments, the demands for his punishment. It would be delicious and his followers would only grow more emboldened by this act. Lucius had let them all run free. If they were caught, that wasn't problem. Followers were replaceable. The only man who mattered to him was already lost, Lucius had nothing greater to lose.
Drawing his attention back to the moment, Lucius smiled cruelly. He'd never liked halfbreed gamekeeper. Seeing him dripping blood onto the grave of Potter thrilled him in ways Lucius hadn't anticipated. The night sky began to lighten and Lucius knew he couldn't linger much longer. Turning to the large body on the ground, Lucius pulled out his wand and watched with glee as his magic cut through it, slicing it into two dozen pieces. Raising his arms, Lucius sent each piece flying to the doorstep in the surrounding village.
Walking out, he had to chuckle. Now was time to play.