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Lucius smirked, staring at the body of a dead Heather Potter. Removing the wards he left the room, ignoring the dead body of her auror partner, as he quickly made his way to the Malfoy ritual chambers. He had one more thing to do to ensure the Malfoy family will come out on top and Heather Potter is never able to disrupt any of their, or the Dark Lord’s, plans.
He quickly readied the room before starting the ritual and chanting, “Ostende meam praeteritam se coram magicis maturitatem.”
Holding his breath, he waited to see if the ritual would work. It was an obscure blood magic ritual he found in the Malfoy library. If it worked as it was supposed to, a portal would open in front of his past self just before his magical maturity. The chant of the ritual translated to Show my past self before magical maturity. He’d only get one chance at the ritual and he didn’t want to risk the portal opening in front of his toddler self, he needed a version of himself just before he came into power. He'd planned all of the key things he wanted to tell his younger self in order to secure a victory for his family and Lord.
Magic swirled around the ritual room and a portal started to form in front of him and soon he was staring at a younger version of him. Based on his robes, he was getting ready for a Ball of some sort.
“What the… who are you?” his younger self snarled at him, his wand pointing towards the portal.
Raising his hands, Lucius showed he was unarmed, wanting to calm his younger self quickly as the text hadn’t revealed how much time he would have before the ritual finished.
“Calm yourself, I am merely an older version of yourself. I have reached back to warn you of a few things. The year is 2000--”
“Father!” the younger Lucius yelled out, cutting him off.
Father? Hm, this could be helpful.
Moments later his father walked into the room and was standing next to his younger self, visible in the portal. He couldn’t recall his father looking that healthy when he was at that age, but he figured that the warnings he would deliver would change things anyway. A healthier Abraxas would help promote the Dark Lord’s plans so this worked in his favour.
“Luce, what has happened?” Abraxas asked, standing next to the younger man, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Father, I was getting ready for the Yule Ball and suddenly this portal opened and a supposedly older version of me from the year 2000 appeared wanting to warn me of some things,” Luce replied, dropping his wand arm but not releasing his grip on his wand, or changing the angle away from the portal.
Lucius could see that Abraxas also had his wand in hand, ready to start flinging curses at a moment’s notice.
“He just looks so… wrong!” Luce exclaimed. Lucius glared at his younger self who wrinkled his nose at him.
Fool! I am what you grow up to be!
But rather than saying that aloud, Lucius said, “I merely wanted to warn him about some things that will happen in the future so that he can prepare himself and elevate the Malfoy name.”
“Too late, Lucy,” a female voice stated before coming to stand on the other side of his younger self.
She was a striking woman with her black hair done up in an extravagant style, her dress obviously of high quality and expense. But it was her eyes, the sparkling green eyes, that had Lucius snarling.
“Potter! Why won’t you stay dead! I’ll make sure you’re never born!”
The pointed wands from both Malfoy men and the sneers on their faces, directed at him, was surprising. However, it was the words of his younger self that knocked his world off kilter and had the blood draining from his face.
“Don’t threaten my mother!”
“M-M-Mother? No, that’s not possible! I refuse—”
“Refuse all you want, Lucy. It’s not going to change anything,” Heather said, smirking at him. “Oh, and I’m not a Potter, I’m Lady Malfoy.”
Lucius snarled and opened his mouth to speak before choking on air at her next words.
“I’m also Lady Peverell. I should really thank you, Lucy, if you hadn’t cast the Dispiriting curse, none of this would have happened,” she said, smirking at him.
Lucius managed to get himself together to snarl at her once more. “This isn’t over! I will find a way to fix this.”
“You sure about that?” Heather asked.
The mocking smiles he saw on all three faces had him whipping out the stolen wand and firing the killing curse at the portal.
The last sound he heard as the curse rebounded and went hurtling at his chest was the three laughing on the other side of the portal.