LUCIUS – Waking up at Hogwarts
Lucius Malfoy woke up and immediately frowned.
His dream was also nice, as much as Harry's, and it included Narcissa. They spent a beautiful evening together last night. Lucius loved his wife very much, something most aristocrats didn't do, given the tradition of political marriages. In any case, Lucius woke up and something felt weird to him.
He was lying in bed which wasn't small, don't get him wrong; but it seemed different than his own. He looked around and, while the room was rather dark, it seemed different. He heard someone's snoring. Who would that be? He doubted it was Narcissa. He also heard someone coughing. Two different people.
What the hell?
Lucius drew up his wand. He wasn't Albus Dumbledore, or lord Voldemort, but he was a rather powerful wizard. You don't become lord Voldemort's right-hand man if you don't have a lot of magical power. And that means a lot. Many of Voldemort's Death Eaters were powerful, like his illustrious sister-in-law Bellatrix Lestrange, his best friend Severus Snape, or his other friend Corban Yaxley. Avery was also quite good, although he was never as close with the man. Others were more mediocre, with a few downright stupid, like Crabbe, Goyle, or Nott.
Lucius didn't want to remember his Death Eaters days, his master defeated by a baby, his organization collapsing within days, his sister-in-law, her husband, and his brother in Azkaban for torturing aurors to madness, and his reputation taking some hit. Fortunately, he claimed Imperius, and since there was no proof he wasn't, he couldn't have been punished. Some of his friends did the same. Dumb ones, obviously, at his advice.
In any case, Lucius was a powerful wizard and he intended to defend himself. He sensed he was in enemy surroundings. It was too dark to see anything though, he mused, and he waved his wand around the room.
„Lumos“, Lucius whispered.
Bloody hell.
He looked around and it was obvious in the first second it wasn't a Malfoy Manor. No paintings, no mirrors, no chandeliers, nothing luxurious was seen in the room. Lucius scoffed. But where was he?
He looked around and saw four other beds. He looked around and saw broomsticks and clothes lying around. He looked around and saw books for the fourth-year Charms class.
He was in a Hogwarts dormitory.
Lucius closed his eyes and slowly breathed, practicing Occlumency to stay calm. What the actual fuck was he doing in Hogwarts? He was forty, for crying out loud! His son was in Hogwarts. Not him!
Lucius was confused to the core.
Even worse, he seemed to be in a Gryffindor dormitory: he saw red and gold everywhere, lion symbolism and much more light than the Slytherin dormitory had. Gryffindors still have no taste, it was clear to Lucius Malfoy.
How did he look? Lucius had a nagging feeling he looked different as well. His vision seemed to be a little weaker. He waved his wand again, wishing for a mirror to appear out of nothing. Lucius was a master in non-verbal spells as well, again due to experience as Voldemort's servant; wandless magic he was not a master of though, but he could do some spells without a wand. More than most of the people. Fudge couldn't even do one. Or that stupid Weasley.
A beautiful, golden mirror seemed to appear out of thin air and Lucius grabbed it quickly. What he saw in the mirror made his heart stop and his Occlumency shields rushing up.
In the mirror he saw the face of one Harry James Potter.