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Lucifer	By : AlexandraLynch Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 6244 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Arthur heard about it in Potions class. Rita Skeeter was unusually subdued, her red eyes not entirely concealed by her makeup, and all of Slytherin house was acting strangely. He noticed that Evadne wasn't there.

"Where's Norton?" he asked Terence Nott, his partner. Nott's eyes widened, and he stammered.

"She....she's dead."

"What the HELL!" said Arthur, drawing a glare from Professor Keriell. He controlled himself. "What happened?" he demanded in a lower voice.

"Dunno," said Nott. "She didn't feel well last night, and around eleven or so Rita went and got Madam Pickering and she took her up to the hospital wing. And this morning Jowett came and told us she was gone." He looked shaken.

Arthur took a deep breath. He could cry later.

"Lucius," he said, as they all filed out of the classroom. Malfoy stopped and looked at him, one hand on Mulciber's shoulder."I wanted to offer my sympathy."

'Appreciated," he said, curtly. "But you know, she was just a mudblood."

Arthur felt as if he'd been slapped. He couldn't say anything, and just watched as Malfoy walked away, his friends surrounding him.

"The FUCKER," he said aloud.

"What?" said Gordon Longbottom.

"He just told me Evadne was just a mudblood."

"He's a Slytherin," said Longbottom with a shrug. "Come on, I want to get lunch."

"He was her fucking boyfriend, Gordon!"

"Oh." The other boy paused and looked after the group of Slytherins. "Then I feel sorry for her. I wonder what happened."

"I'm going to find out," said Arthur, setting his jaw. He turned towards the hospital wing.

"I need to ask you some very personal questions, Lucius, about Evadne Norton." said Headmaster Dippett.

Lucius took a deep breath, and looked him in the face. He looked very like his father when he did that, and Dippett was reminded he was dealing with a seventh-year. This was a man, not a boy.

"First," said the Headmaster, "I must establish some points. You understand that you are free to not answer any questions you choose."

"I have nothing to hide, sir," he said.

"Then I must ask, how well did you know Evadne?"

Lucius exhaled, and said, "I won't lie to you. She and I were dating, yes."

"And had you moved the affection to a more...physical...level?"

"We had, quite ile ile back. She knew it was a casual thing, that I couldn't offer her marriage." He shrugged. "Whether I want it to be or not, my marriage is as politically based as is the Queen's. The Malfoys are too rich for it to be otherwise."

"And she knew this, but she chose the liason of her own free will."

"To the best of my knowledge, yes."

"Did you know she was with child?"

"She came to me last week, and told me. I offered her what I could."

"Maintenance?"

Lucius nodded. "It is not the first time this has happened in our family....You yourself know that there is nothing disreputable in accepting maintenance for a natural child. And we acknowledge them, although not as legitimate.There are quite a few of the younger wizarding families that have the baton sinister in their bloodlines." They both knew one of them was Dippett.

"And did she accept it?"

"Not...initially. I told her that I would speak to her again in a week...give her time to get over the initial shock, you know. We were going to meet last evening to discuss the issue, but...." He shrugged. By last evening Evadne Norton had been in bed, probably already beginning to miscarry. "Rita told me that Evadne'd come in after dinner and gone to bed with a sick headache when I came in from the match. I figured we'd talk today. I thought there'd be time..." He swallowed hard, and there was a brightness in his eyes.

Professor Dippett looked at him, and said, "You know there will be official consequences for breaking the rules?"

Lucius nodded. "I felt honesty was the best policy in this situation. I'm not going to protest or whine."
< " "All right. Something has come up, however, that I must ask you about and I am very sorry to bring it up. How certain are you the child was yours?"

"Whose else could it be?" he said, with a flare of passion. "Evadne wouldn't..."

"How sure are you?"

"She...well, um, if it had been Rita, I'd have believed it. Rita's dated her way through the house. But Evadne was...sweet."

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy, she was. Or she appeared to be."

"Appeared?"

He handed him the pictures. He looked at the first, flushed, started to turn them facedown, and then almost too obviously forced himself to look at all of them, mouth tight. He handed them back and wiped his hands on his robe.

"That's not Evadne. I mean, it is, but....it's not. She wasn't...like that."

"So that is not her normal intimate behavior as captured in the pictures?"
He shook his head. He was staring at the floor, face flushed. Whether it was with embarassment or unwilling arousal, there was no telling. "So would you say there was some chemical..."

"She wouldn't have taken anything....but then I thought I knew her," he said. "I thought I knew her. I"m sorry." He shook his head, and fell silent.

The Headmaster handed him the pictures again. "Can you put a name to any of these others?"

Lucius had a look of fastidious distaste on his face. But he took the pictures, looking through them again.

"I...don't see any identifying marks," he said. "And it's not like I know my dorm mates in that way, you know."

"True, true....." The professor reflected for a moment, and said,

"Has she ever said anything about her parents?"

"Not really. I got the sense that she was...embarassed about them."

"Embarassed how, Mr. Malfoy?"

They're very...Well, they're both Muggleborn. From things she said they still live in the Muggle world. Slytherin is not as sympathetic to that as other houses might be."

"And you can't do anything about that?"

Lucius met his eyes steadily. "I can say that anyone who teases or torments someone will have my anger to deal with, and my House will listen and obey. But I cannot tell them to love Mudbloods as they love purebloods. Opinions will be expressed."

Opinions you share, Mr Malfoy? thought Professor Dippett. He looked at the young man across from him, blond hair hanging loose over his shoulders. The edge of the shirt cuff that showed underneath the robe sleeve was caught with cuff links that bore the family viper device, and the sleeve billowed from them with more than ordinary fullness. Everything about him spoke of old blood. Opinions you shared until you decided to put it aside in favor of satisfying your needs on her? I know Etienne Malfoy. How very convenient that she should miscarry before she bore your child. Conveniences are suspicious things. But he said nothing. One couldn't, without proof. And this young Malfoy was almost out of the nest, and it did not do to earn the anger of that family for no reason at all.

"I believe that's all, Mr. Malfoy, you can go. You have my condolences."

"Thank you...will you please keep me informed?"

"I will let you know what there is to know, Mr. Malfoy," the Headmaster said, and watched as the young man walked out of the room, his step firm and confident.

Lucius ran into Arthur in the corridor just down from the Headmaster's office.

"Watch where you're going," said Arthur, tensing.

"Go fuck a sheep, Weasley, I'm not in the mood to play games," Lucius said tiredly. "I've just been talking about my sex life to the Headmaster, I've got NEWTs tomorrow, and I'm tired."

"She'd still be alive if it wasn't for you, you sonofabitch," Arthur said. Madam Pickering had told him enough....she'd miscarried and bled to death. Poor Evvie. And this purebred bastard...

"Do you think I missed that little point?" Lucius said, anger darkening his eyes. "Or are you insinuating I had something to do with it?"

"Maybe," said Arthur. "Did you give her something?"

"Me? No. Sometimes coincidences just happen, Mr. Weasley," he said, and turned on his heel and walked away. Arthur stared after him.

"Coincidence my arse, Mr. Malfoy," he said, and knocked on the door of the Headmaster's office.

The Headmaster was free.

"Thank you for coming, Mr. Weasley," he said. "I had been going to ask to speak to you....I understand you were part of the study group in the library."

"Yes. My elder sister brought me in, and Evadne found it on her own."

"So you knew her?"

"I knew her."

"And, forgive me for saying this....were you in love with her?"

"No. I'm engaged to Molly Allen. She and I were friends, but never anything more. Cross-house relationships are...problematic, at times, especially between her house and mine. And, she had enough problems. I didn't want to be one more."

"What sort of problems?"

Arthur looked at him steadily. "She's a Muggleborn sorted into Slytherin. Every one of her yearmates is the son of an old wizarding family, to a greater or lesser degree. She was told she was not one of them and not going to be one of them the minute they got alone in the common room after her Sorting, I'll bet. It has not changed."

"But she was seeing Lucius Malfoy."

Arthur sighed and looked at the wall. "I didn't like that. Not out of jealousy, but the way you don' t like seeing a friend hurt."

"And you felt Malfoy was hurting her?"
"Yes," he said. "He is a user of those less powerful, and she was. You know how he is. He can shed charm like a fairy sheds light. It took very little to make her love him. And she is very loyal."

Arthur was looking at the wall. "I noticed a change in her once they began sleeping together," he said, with a calm that bespoke a wider knowledge of the world. "She was a sunflower, turning to his sun. And when he touched her....Well, my uncle is an alcoholic. He touches a bottle of firewhisky the way she touched Lucius Malfoy. To see someone so intelligent reduced to that..." He shook his head. "It was very nearly obscene. And I worried more when she fell pregnant to him."

This surprised Dippett. How had this boy known? "Are you sure?"

"Professor, I'm a Weasley," he said, with a wry grin. "I am second oldest of eight. I spent my entire childhood around pregnant women. I know the signs." At a nod from the headmaster, he said, "She was nauseated a lot. Left the library often looking for the conveniences. She was tired. And she was moving differently. I can' t describe it, but she was."

"What do you know about her family?"

"They're nice people," he said. "But they've not decided whether they're Muggles or Wizards yet, and it's causing them problems. They go to church every Sunday, and to dinner with her mother's family every week afterwards. They still live in a muggle house, in a muggle town. And everything they do outside the house they do Muggle fashion, so they blend in."

"So their reaction to their daughter being pregnant outside of wedlock would be...."
"More Muggle than wizarding," he said. "We're a small population. Every child is precious, no matter its origins, if it's a wizard. But her family would probably throw her out if they found out. They wouldn't have helped her live in or out of their house if she was pregnant and unmarried."

"Do you think Malfoy knew?"

"I don't know." Arthur looked unhappy. "He wouldn't have married her, of course, but they would have made her and the child an annual allowance. Of course, the Malfoys would have given Lucius ten kinds of hell for getting herthe the duff, but blood is blood. They might even have found one of their tame families to marry her into, depending how obliging she was about their arrangements for her."

"And if she wasn't obliging?" A silence fell in the room.

Arthur took his eyes from the portrait he'd been staring at and met his gaze steadily. "I don't know if you know this, but there's a persistent rumor that Lucius Malfoy will make any potion you want. ANY potion. For a price. And there's a rumor that one reason that you don't want to get him angry is that he will forget where the border is between what his father taught him and what he learned here." His eyes were serious. "You understand, I have no proof about that. But where there's persistently smoke...."

"I do understand, Mr. Weasley," said the Headmaster. "You have no wish to tag an innocent man with such serious charges."

"No."

"There's something else you need to look at," Dippett said, and handed the stack of photographs to Arthur, and watched his face. Shock, and then he turned them downdown on his lap, with a tear trickling down his cheek. He knuckled his eyes like a much smaller boy, and fished in his sleeve for a handkerchief. "Oh, dear God," he said half to himself. "Oh, poor e...e...."

"Excuse me?"

"Those pictures. That's why she did it, " he said. "She didn't take those. Someone else did. Someone else knows that the paternity of her child would be in question. The Malfoys wouldn't make provisions with her if this was here, showing it could be anyone's bastard. Her parents won't help her." He dabbed at his eyes again. "I...I'm sorry. This is just such a shock...."

"I must ask you to do one more thing," said the Headmaster, "and I'm sorry for the pain it causes you. But I need you to look at the pictures and see if you know any of the...participants."

"I....all right."

He looked them over, face full of sorrow, and then handed them back. "They were careful. Just skin. No scars, no telltale marks. I can't make a positive identification that you can use. But...."

"But you have a theory?"

"Yeah," he said. "She was seeing Malfoy. And where you find Malfoy, you find Mulciber and Rookwood and Parkinson and Nott. But there's no proof."

He was right, there was no proof. He could confine him to his House until the end of term, because Malfoy admitted to having sex with the girl. On the other hand, it had clearly been consensual. And end of term was a week away. Nothing to be done.Young Malfoy would graduate, the girl would be buried, and the truth would be buried with her.

"Thank you, Mr. Weasley," he said, and stood as he went to the door.

Arthur turned and looked at him. "I know there's nothing you can do. But I'll remember," he said. It was a t a threat, but a promise.

The headmaster went back to his desk and sat down, and felt very old and very tired. Because young Arthur was too young to speak so cynically about the political truths of life, and young Lucius was too young to have such hard eyes.
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