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Walking the Edge of a Very High Cliff	By : juliane Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2706 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Walking the Edge of a Very High Cliff

By Juliane.

Viviane Chance (real name, Devereaux): romantic partner of Snape. From an aristocratic
French family, she saw the destruction of her school and family by Death Eaters and spent
much of her early adulthood tracking them down and killing them. She is now teaching at
Hogwarts, and is cultivating Draco for information.

Cordelia de Winters: Sister of Narcissa and best friend of Snape, she and Lucius were lovers
during school/after, but parted when he decided to marry her older sister for inheritance and
prestige’s sake. She and Sev leave the Death Eaters and work together as spies, but, years
ago, Viviane killed Cordelia when she recognized her as a Death Eater. Severus found the
body, but no one ever knew who killed her.

Years later, when he and Viv are lovers, he finds out she did this and it nearly wrecks their
relationship. They reconcile, but it is a sore point between them.

Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape belong to J.K. Rowling. Cordelia and Viviane are my
creations.

She was betrayed by my fool of a son. For some time I'd thought that he was finally showing
the stuff of which he was made - my intelligence, Narcissa's drive, our ambition. His
schoolwork, usually dismal, drastically improved, and he even betrayed a spark of interest in
something besides stupid adventure books and torturing small animals.

It happened at breakfast. Narcissa, doting mother that she is, had Draco home for a few days
as the result of a spurious complaint about sniffles. We were all sitting around the table, and
I'd just buttered my toast when my owl dropped a letter from Professor McGonagall next to
my plate. I gave Draco an initial glare of irritation and he quailed - great Merlin, how he
makes me want to, well, never mind, but a Malfoy should never quail - as I opened the
envelope.

To my profound surprise, it was full of praise for the boy, noting an especially well-written
Transfiguration essay, and evidence of much practice in the practical classroom work. I
glanced back up at Draco, whose fear had morphed into surliness as he scowled down at his
plate, the corner of one eye fixed warily on me. I gave him a rare - how I hated the fact he
gave me so little reason to do so - smile. "So, Draco, Professor McGonagall tells me you're
doing well. A pity it is such a singular occurrence that it warrants a letter, but
nonetheless….congratulations." I paused, waiting for his demand for a new toy or a sum of
money, as his mother raced around the table to smother him with an embrace, but he
remained silent, blushing slightly, still staring at his plate. "Draco?" I queried, interested at his
failure to claim reward.

"I- I- thanks," he stuttered, and got up to leave the table. It was then I knew that something
else was going on, and the chill down my spine told me it wasn't good.

"Sit," I barked at him, causing him to drop back down into his chair. I moved to my Potions
cupboard, unlocked it, and took out my vial of Veratiserum. I caught the eye of my wife, who
nodded slightly and left the room. For all her doting ways, Narcissa is, at heart, a practical
woman. Adding the potion to a glass of milk, I thrust it towards my son. "Drink."

He did, without protest. I still don't know whether I would prefer it if he made at least a
pretense of defying me. "Who has been doing your lessons for you?"

"No one," he said, his voice dull but his eyes radiating terror

.

No one, I thought. It can't be true. I'll blast Severus for palming off a useless… Then another
possibility occurred to me, and I whirled back around to face him.

"Who has been tutoring you? Flitwick? McGonagall? That werewolf? That damnable wizard
Dumbledore?" I was shouting by this time, each possibility worse than the last. He shook his
head and whispered "No."

"Who? Who was it then?" I was prepared for just about anyone. Vector, Sinistra, Trelawney,
even that idiot Hagrid, anyone but-

"P-Professor Chance."

I felt behind me to grasp the edge of the table. "Professor Chance? Viviane Chance? Viviane
Devereaux? That…that-?" I was nearly gasping in shock.

"Yes," mumbled my stupid, gullible, impressionable, and, knowing what he knew, very
dangerous son.

~*~*~

I let him go to his room without many more words. What could one say, in a situation like
this? Only that it had been going on for some time, and Draco was smart enough, or scared
enough, not to tell anyone. I knew I'd never get the entire - damn it, even the beginning of,
the story out of my son, because he didn't have the perceptiveness or the judgment to begin
to figure out what was really going on. I paced the dining room, a good place for pacing. A
long room, its dark paneling now flooded with sunlight, with heavy sideboards convenient for
the trailing fingers of those lost in thought. My very unpleasant thoughts were interrupted
when Narcissa quietly glided back into the room and up to me. "Lucius?" was all she said, her
gray eyes scanning mine.

I felt my lips tighten. "It appears our son has been spending hours on end, being tutored by
that bitch Viviane Devereaux," I snapped. She fell back, and I could see how I must have
looked to Draco upon hearine nee news.

"What was he thinking?" she gasped. "He knows full well who she- what she-"

"Yes, I know," I said. "He's finally found someone who scares him more than we do." My wife
took my arm as I began to pace again, and she measured her steps to mine. I tried to calm
myself by watching how the sunlight caught the gold of her hair, but nothing so banal was
going to steady my humming nerves.

"Your plan is?" she asked.

"Find out what that woman wants from our son, assess the damage - what there is of it - and
take the appropriate steps to prevent it from happening again."

Narcissa turned sharply to face me, and captured my other arm. "Lucius, don't be too hard on
him. He's a good boy, he only needs-"

I saw her indestructible love for Draco shining in her eyes, despite her knowledge of what he
was, and I realized with a sinking heart that the one person who could carry the House of
Malfoy into the next generation could also be the person who tore the entire structure of the
building apart.
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