"Ah, Malfoy." Voldemort opened a cabinet. "What do you think?"
It was a man -- a patchwork of stitched-together body parts. No wonder so many Death Eaters were sporting silver limbs like Wormtail's.
"My companion lacks but one thing," Voldemort said.
Lucius had noticed the lack of that particular thing. He shuddered and opened his robes.
It was quick. It hurt a lot. But the replacement did seem to work.
When Voldemort dismissed him, Lucius thought he'd spend some time interrogating their captives.
He wanted to find out what would happen if he fucked a werewolf with a silver dick.