8 months later, the cell doors next to Hermione's creaked open, the aurors shoved in a regal man with platinum blond hair covered in prison garb and prison runes. Lucius couldn't really comprehend how his life came to this stage, a wealthy pureblood Lord being treated like dirt. There was really one answer, who was responsible for his fall from the Dark Lord's good graces, Harry James Potter, the bane of his existence. If it wasn't for him and his bunch of misfits, the prophecy would have reached his Lord. He might have thought, with them sidelining their precious little Mudblood, there'd be no one to guide and help Potter, but the old Albus many-freaking-names Dumbledore still held lot of influence. Speaking of the mudblood, the Light really must be out of their minds if they thought she's capable of murder, let alone murder and torture of that lunatic's daughter none-the-less. Ah well, one less nuisance for the Dark Lord to handle.