Summary: It only took one week for the Death Eaters to become extremely unwelcome at Malfoy Manor. Lucius tells us why…Rated for insinuations in later chapters.

Disclaimer: None of the characters or specific places mentioned belong to me. I am not JK Rowling. Nor am I Lucius Malfoy. DH spoilers of a sort.

A/N: Seven short stories (around 350-400 words), one for each day of the week, each focusing on a different Death Eater. All already written.

One Week



I groaned and sank beneath the surface of the water to block out the sound of the bathroom door crashing open and Narcissa entering with a face like thunder. This respite was to be short-lived however, as she reached in and yanked me bodily upright. I felt extremely vulnerable.

"Where is my wand?" she growled. " I left it on the bed and now it's gone. You are the only person in the house without one."

"Why does that automatically mean I've taken it?"

"Because which idiot needs two wands?"

"How about the Dark Lord? He's got his and mine! Anyway, I do not have your wand, Ciss."

We glared at each other for a while, the argument continuing mentally if not verbally.

"Well, at least help me look for it," she said eventually.

"Can't I finish…" I began, but tailed off at the murderous glint in her eye. A few minutes later though, a fresh dispute had begun.

"Ciss, there is no need to take my robes because you think I stole your wand. That's just petty."

"I haven't!" she exclaimed. "There were on the bed a minute ago."

"Well they didn't exactly move themselves!" Then it struck me. Someone with a penchant for tidying up without being asked or indeed wanted to. "Rookwood," I said, and we took off from the room.

"Dad? Why are you running round the house in a towel?" asked Draco, joining us as we careered down the stairs.

"Because the one we know as Rookwood has made off with my robes."

"And my wand!" added Narcissa.

"Now you mention it," said Draco, "I can't find my odd sock collection anywhere."

"Lucius," said Rodolphus, coming out of the guest room. "Have you seen Bella's…"

"I don't know what Bella's lost, I'm not quite sure I want to for that matter, but I know someone who does." We finally came to a stop in the kitchen. "Look, Augustus, we've talked about this," I sighed. "I know you have a thing about untidiness, but please don't tidy up whilst you're here. At all."

Augustus looked sheepish and the others swarmed to the pile of possessions on the kitchen table. I could tell it was going to be a long week, and I hadn't even had breakfast…

A/N: Yes, I am aware Lucius has more than one set of robes, Draco probably doesn't have an odd sock collection and Rookwood probably isn't an OCD tidier…But review despite these minor discrepancies please!