BEHIND LOCKED DOORS

WARNING: Rated R for profanity and homosexual relations of the incestuous kind. But this is actually a story with a plot, not smutty homosexual porn. Flames only keep me warm in winter.

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Prologue: The Final Decision

"And your verdict?" Cornelius Fudge asked the witch speaking for the jury. She stood up, straightening her navy robes and put on a pair of glasses to read out the verdict that she and the eleven other witches and wizards had drawn in the three hours they had spent in the room.

The trial had gone for nearly five days as evidence was presented, emotions thrown into turmoil, fingers were pointed and hexes were shielded.

"On the charge of non-consensual acts with a minor, we, the jury, find the accused, Lucius Octavius Malfoy…Not Guilty." The courtroom was silent with exception of two simultaneous sighs of relief as the juror turned over her parchment to continue her reading.

"However…on the charge of being sexually involved with a minor, and on the charge of being willingly involved in an incestuous relationship, we, the jury, find the accused, Lucius Octavius Malfoy…guilty on both counts." Fudge nodded calmly before directing his attention towards the handsome, refined man sitting before him. The man's face remained impassive but a mixture of pain, dread and regret was visible in his silver orbs.

"For your nauseating crimes of lust-"

"There was no lust!" The man interrupted, his voice raspy from stress and defeat. "I loved him and shall continue to do so until the day I die. I did what I did because I was in love and I still am. Why must you all insist on deriding my feelings for the person that has given my life meaning and happiness just because we are from the same bloodline?" His words fell on deaf ears.

"Lucius Malfoy, for your nauseating crimes of lust," Fudge started again, his voice slightly raised "I hereby sentence you to serve seven years between the walls of Azkaban, and you shall not be eligible for parole until you have served an absolute minimum of three years. May the Gods have pity on your soul… …take him away."

Lucius, who was now completely drained of all fortitude and exhausted beyond belief, offered no resistance as the dark, shadow-like creatures called Dementors bound his wrists with a powerful charm and forcefully lifted him out of his seat to begin the journey to what would become his new home for at least the next three years: Azkaban.

It was at that moment that time seemed to stand still. The silver-blonde youth sitting in the front row sobbed quietly in dismay, not bothering to wipe away the tears that stained his pale cheeks. His companion, a middle-aged yet delicately beautifully woman with silver-blonde hair like his, appeared to remain indifferent except for the tiniest of smirks on her full, pink lips.

//Goodbye, Lucius darling. A Malfoy wife and Black daughter may put up with many things in a loveless marriage, but you should've been wiser…did you really think I would put up with you warming MY bed with OUR son? What goes around comes around, my darling. Enjoy the rest of your life in Azkaban!//