Mr and Mrs Malfoy, of Malfoy Manor, were proud to say that they were pure blood, you piece of half-blood scum. They were respectable but they were also the first people you’d suspect to be involved with anyone as evil as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
Mr Malfoy ran the manor and worked as a school governor at Hogwarts. He was also a Death Eater. He was a tall, pale, thin man, with no facial hair. Mrs Malfoy was thin, blonde and very pretty, which became useful when she was trying to get information out of someone. They had a small son named called Draco and in their opinion, there was no finer boy anywhere.
The Malfoy’s had everything they wanted and had nothing to hide. The only name to be frowned upon in their family was Andromeda Black who had married a muggle born, Ted Tonks. They kept away from them, they didn’t want little Draco affiliating with people like that.
When Mr and Mrs Malfoy woke up on the dull, grey Tuesday our story starts, there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest the horrible news that was about to reach their ears. Mr Malfoy muttered to himself as he picked out a robe to wear to work and Mrs Malfoy ordered the servants around as they made breakfast for everyone as she fed her son. A servant hurried in with a letter for Mr Malfoy. Mr Malfoy snatched the letter off the servant and opened the seal. He turned deathly pale and fell to the ground. Mrs Malfoy hurried over and read the letter.
“Out!” she yelled at the servants, ”Out! Go find work elsewhere!”
She re-read the letter to make sure she wasn’t seeing things. It read:

Mr Lucius Malfoy,
We regret to inform you that you on trial today. You’re accused of being affiliated with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. After receiving this letter your escort to the trial will arrive precisely 5 minutes after. If you run, you will immediately be given the verdict of guilty and sentenced to a life sentence in Azkaban. 

Mrs Malfoy started crying and Draco sensing his mothers mood, started to wail.
“Hush Draco, mummy’s trying to think,” Mrs Malfoy started to comfort the young child. A knock echoed around the house. The patter of a house elf running to the door could be heard. A shrill scream. the clatter of a tray being dropped and the house elf ran to the kitchen.
“Master!” it screamed, “mistress! There is a…a…a dementor at the door! What do I do?”
“Silence Dobby!” Mr Malfoy yelled, “It has come for me.”
Mr Malfoy rose to his feet, while his wife silently cried in the corner. He left the room in a sweeping motion and walked up to the door. The dementor stood at the door, sucking the little happiness left in the house. Mr Malfoy waved his wand, shouting an incantation.
“Expecto Patronum!” A snake made of light slithered out of his wand. The dementor shrank back, but stood it’s ground. Mr Malfoy sighed and followed the dementor from the house.

“Lucius Malfoy, you are stand accused of being affiliated with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named as a Death Eater and his right-hand man. How do you plead?”
Mr Malfoy was chained to a chair deep inside the Ministry of Magic. He was in a court room with a courtroom of judges looking down at him. Barty Crouch sat in the main chair, leading the trial. Dementors stood on either side of Mr Malfoy, but he didn’t care. It just made his job easier.
“Not guilty,” he wept “ I would never help He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named on my free will. I was placed under the Imperious curse. I only awoke a mere 12 hours ago.”
Mr Malfoy was smart. While waiting for his trial, he had obtained as much information as possible from his fellow accused and the information was disastrous for him. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had gone to the house of Lily and James Potter, intent on killing them and their son. He killed both Lily and James, but when he tried to kill the son, the killing curse rebounded and killed He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, destroying the house in the process, but leaving the boy alive. Now anyone who was known or suspected to be in league with him were standing trial with all punishments being a lifetime in Azkaban. But Lucius Malfoy wasn’t going down without a fight.
“Please! You have to believe me! I was a good student at Hogwarts, even became a Slytherin Prefect. I am friends with many in the ministry and am on the board of governors for Hogwarts. I have a wife and a son. Do you believe that I would put all this on the line? I would never help such an evil man. Look me in the eye and say I’m lying.”
Barty Crouch leant forward and looked him in the eye. After a minute he leant back and placed his hands on the table, making the tips of his fingers meet.
“Lucius Malfoy,”he said in a rumbling voice, “I believe you. You’re free to go. I am sorry for the inconvenience I have caused you and your family.”
Mr Malfoy pretended to smile in gratitude, wiping make believe tears from his eyes.
“No harm done Barty. I’ll see you on Monday.”

Lucius Malfoy left the room a free man, with new power now within his grasp.