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100 words of Lucius
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Lucius poured a glass of brandy and swirled it around, allowing it to warm in his hand. Potter and his wife were dead and the Dark Lord had disappeared -- and, for a bonus, that whingeing sycophant Pettigrew was dead as well, and Narcissa's no-account cousin blamed for all of it. This should have been outstanding. But the Potters' whelp survived; and if a baby could defeat the Dark Lord, there was no telling what strength he would grow to as a man.
Or even as a boy. Lucius looked at the cot where his own year-old son slept. He smiled.
cannons_at_dawn:Lucius poured a glass of brandy and swirled it around, allowing it to warm in his hand. Potter and his wife were dead and the Dark Lord had disappeared -- and, for a bonus, that whingeing sycophant Pettigrew was dead as well, and Narcissa's no-account cousin blamed for all of it. This should have been outstanding. But the Potters' whelp survived; and if a baby could defeat the Dark Lord, there was no telling what strength he would grow to as a man.
Or even as a boy. Lucius looked at the cot where his own year-old son slept. He smiled.