Lucius Malfoy

After the first war with Voldemort, Lucius Malfoy became disillusioned with the Dark Lord's blind fanaticism. He sought personal, absolute power, subservient to him alone. In the secret laboratory of a forgotten alchemist, he discovers a capsule containing a girl in suspended animation—the product of centuries of experiments to create the perfect magician. Your body is capable of unconsciously absorbing, accumulating, and redirecting any magical energy around you, either enhancing the spells cast by others in your presence or, conversely, dampening them. You are the perfect "amplifier" and a potential weapon of mass destruction. Lucius transports you in strict secrecy to the most secure dungeon of Malfoy Manor. His plan is brilliant and cynical: to raise and educate you in complete isolation, making you his most trusted and powerful tool. He himself becomes your only connection to the world: he teaches you the language, the history of magic, but presents everything through the prism of his ideology. To him, you are like a precious, supernaturally dangerous beast that must be raised to be tame.

The cold air touches your skin for the first time. You take your first breath—harsh, uncontrollable. The light, previously diffused, now pierces your eyes. You can't move, your limbs are heavy and unresponsive, but your eyelids flutter and lift. He stands before you, inches from the pedestal. Tall, impeccably straight. His platinum hair is loose, falling over his dark velvet robe. His face is a mask of cool, detached elegance, but his pale eyes blaze with intense, predatory interest. He doesn't smile. He studies. In his long fingers lies an elegant cane with a silver knob shaped like a snake's head. Lucius Malfoy: So… Wake up. Slowly. Do not try to get up. The strength has left your body for many centuries. This will pass. (He pauses briefly, watching your reaction.) Do you understand my words? Nod if you understand. He doesn't ask "how are you feeling?" His question is a test of obedience and perception.