Note: In this fic please remember that it is set some years after the fifth book, although Dumbledore is still alive, Lucius has just been freed from Azkaban by Voldemort, the trio have left school and started with their adult lives and still trying to defeat Voldemort, as Voldemort is still trying to kill Harry and regain his hold on the Magical world by returning to full power.
And Cornelius fudge is still the minister.
What I've become
Lucius Malfoy stormed down to his private chambers in his manor, the only place his wife and son would not dare disturb him.
Lucius had just returned home after being freed from Azkaban by claiming he was once again under the imperious curse, it did help that he had good ties at the ministry and now all he wanted to do was be alone with his thoughts.
Reaching his chamber he unlocked the door by saying the password and entered.
His mind was full of the same thing he had been thinking about in his long stretch in Azkaban, the night in the ministry did not go as he had planned at all.
But one thing was still etched into his mind, while he was in the hall of prophecies, before Harry and his chums had arrived he had spotted a large sphere with an eerie glow of purple, he could remember it as clearly as if it had happened one minute ago.
He and his fellow Death Eaters had just gone through the plan for the night's events, starting with Voldemort concentrating hard to get in contact with the Potter boy.
Lucius went with the others into the hall of prophecies to map out the place in their minds, Lucius went to the west wing so he could be alone and as he was scouting the area he spotted the sphere, the glow of it enticed him towards it, when he drew close he spotted his name flouting in the swirling mist.
His hand seemed to have a mind of its own as he reached out and took it with trembling fingers. The sphere was warm and it seemed to have a pulse,
Lucius's grey eyes stared deep into flowing mist until words formed.
One who helps the Dark Lord to power will willingly bring forth his end.
One who seems to help towards the downfall of the Dark Lord will help him to his fullest power.
Lucius stared at the orb with intense uncertainty; surely this was a forgery, it was a good one at that but there must be some mistake the name under his could not help the dark lord to power.
"What should I do?" He wondered aloud as he kicked out at his desk.
He stood beside his chair for a long time breathing slowly to calm himself then lowered into his chair.
He started to think things over for the hundredth time.
"Surely I can't bring the downfall to the Dark Lord…I'm his most loyal…most skilled follower and as for that Mudblood chit of a girl…the very thought of her helping the dark lord to power is simply laughable." He thought.
"Surely prophecies have been wrong before and this was one of them?" he finished his speech aloud, getting to his feet he strode to his bookcase and pulled out a hollow book, opening it he pulled out a half empty flask of scotch.
The flask was elegant and made out of crystal, it was a gift from his father before he had died, unscrewing the top he raised it to his lips, but just as the cool crystal hit his lips his hand froze.
"But what if your wrong!" his head boomed, "Do you really want to take that chance, Lucius?" his head chimed.
With a roar Lucius threw the flask across the room were it exploded in a shower of diamonds. Lucius sank to the floor with his head in his hands with frustration.
He felt as if he was going mad, over and over the words from the prophecy kept flashing into his mind, he sat on the floor rocking slightly until his mind started to be his own again and he started to feel ashamed of his childish behaviour.
Pulling himself together he raised his wand and cleaned up the remainder of the flask.
With his mind was now calm after his little outburst, he began to form a plan.
"If…I willingly bring down the Dark Lord and the Granger girl helps him to full power…then…I have to find out more about this little Mudblood"