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Face of Evil	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Voldemort/Ginny Views: 15163 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ginny-
As I walk down to the Chamber so that I can join my first advisor’s meeting with Tom I am worried about Daphne. She still has not returned from the hospital wing.
“If you do not mind my Lady, I could go and check on Daphne while you are in your meeting.” Malfoy says as he must have noticed my distress.
“I think that is a good idea.” I tell him and nod. “You could pass me a note when you get back?” I ask as I look over to him.
“Yes my Lady.” he says as we descend the final stairs to the Chamber. Malfoy has changed so much since I saved him from Tom’s wrath. He is respectful and a bit stiff around me. I feel like he is trying his hardest to be my perfect body guard. He has even stopped his bit of flirting he used to do during our music lessons.
When we got to the door of the council room he opened it for me and followed me inside. The room was dark just like many others in the Chamber. There was a large round table in the center with a world map inlaid into the surface in gold and silver.
Set away from the table a bit was a large high backed chair that was obviously meant for Tom, next to it was a much smaller stool that was intricately carved with lions and foxes. I remember from my studies that the fox was the Weasley coat of arms, so I can only assume the stool was made for me. There are no other chairs in the room.
Several people are loitering around the room, but Tom is nowhere in sight. I recognize some as I look around from the dinner, and others from previous encounters or mug shots.
When Bellatrix Lestrange grinned and starts to move towards me Malfoy leans down and whispers in my ear. “Forget it, I am not going to leave you here.” he says firmly.
“Well isn’t it the little lion brat.” Bellatrix says in a sweet but demented tone. She is eyeing me like I am some kind of vermin in her way. “And Draco my lovely.” She adds in a much more caring tone. “Your dear mother told me you were this one’s…” She waves to me with a sneer. “...new guard. What did you do to endure such a punishment?”
“It is not a punishment to protect my Lady, Aunt Bellatrix.” Malfoy says in an even tone. “I have been honored with protecting what is most dear to his Lordship.”
Bellatrix snorts in a most undignified way and shakes her head. “She is not a lady Draco dear, she is a pet. A little lion that pleases our Lord, he will get bored of her soon enough, and then maybe you will be put to more useful tasks.”
“I do not think you would enjoy the consequences of such words getting back to the Dark Lord.” Draco answers and gives me a poignant look, like he was telling me to defend myself.
I clear my throat and stand as tall as I can. My head comes to her nose, so I feel a bit inadequate next to the woman. I press on anyway, knowing that Tom and Daphne want me to be more commanding when it comes to his followers.
“It is also not wise to talk about me as if I am not in the room.” I say and I am glad that my voice sounds firmer than my nerves.
Bellatrix looks at me and sneers again. “Do you think I am going to fear some wandless little twit that’s only use to to warm our Lord’s bed?” She asks now looking at me.
“Jealous that the honor is not yours?” I ask before I can think of what it sounds like I just admitted to. It looks like Malfoy is having a very hard time not laughing.
“Why you little…” Bellatrix starts as she raises her wand to curse me. Malfoy steps in front of me before she can cast, which seems to deflate her anger a bit. “Draco out of my way this little slut needs to be taught…” before I know what it happening she is on the ground screaming in pain.
I look around to see who is casting the curse and see Tom in the doorway, his eyes glowing with anger. When he finally lifts it he stalks over to the small group of us. “Disrespect of my things is disrespect of me.” Tom states and curses her again.
Malfoy moves me back away from the two of them, keeping his body between me and the rest of the room.
“I… I am sorry my Lord.” Bellatrix’s voice comes in an unsteady tone.
“Now apologize to the wandless slut.” Tom says coldly.
Malfoy steps out of the way so I can see Bellatrix slowly get to her feet. “I am sorry little lioness.” She said bowing to me, but I can see her eyes have not left Tom.
“Better.” Tom says firmly and then waves for me to come to him. “I wish for you to sit next to me.” he says as if he didn’t just torture one of his most loyal followers. He takes my hand and leads me over to his throne. “I had this made just for you my lioness.” He says as he shows me the stool I had noticed before. “Do you know why I chose these forms?”
I look down at my seat and I realize he is testing how much I have studied. “The lion must be because I was a Gryffindor, and the fox is because I am a Weasley.” I tell him trying to pretend we are the only ones in the room.
“Exactly.” he says in a pleased tone before he helps me to take a seat.
Malfoy moves to stand behind me with his back straight. I sigh as I knowing he will not go and check on Daphne as he is worried I would be hurt in his absence.
Tom takes his own seat and looks out at his followers. “Miss Weasley will be joining our weekly meetings. I wish for her to observe how our Empire is being formed.” he says as he motions to me.
He then asks for those in the room to report on individual projects. Soon I discover that the Dark Empire is had not only taken all of England and Scotland, but has also conquered Ireland and some of France.
I spend the next few hours silently listening as the group discuss everything from currant magical populations in different areas to muggle war technology that may be of use in their war.
“The cells in the dungeon have reached their limit my Lord.” Rabastan Lestrange reports. “We were hoping some could be moved to Azkaban.”
Tom taps his lips as he thinks about his Death Eater’s request, and I can not help but think about his words from the other day. I bite my lip and shift as I wish to ask who he was torturing in cell fourteen.
“You may send McGonagall, Sprout, and Aberforth to Azkaban.” he says finally and I can’t help but whimper as I think of my old professors and the man that had helped us so much during the last year. “They have become boring.” He adds and smiles down at him. “Do you have something to add my dear?” He speaks to me for the first time since the meeting began.
I shake my head, I know I can’t do anything to help them, and I am pretty sure Azkaban is a better place than Tom’s personal dungeon. Then I get an idea to ask my question from before. “What about cell fourteen?” I ask softly.
“The only way she leaves this castle is death.” he says in a tone that leaves no room for discussion.
“Who…” I start but I am not sure I want my subsion confirmed.
Tom laughs and sits back in his chair seeming very amused by my question. “She is just another pet my lioness, she just doesn’t have your pedigree.”

Luna-
Over the last few weeks Blaise and I have come to an unspoken understanding. He has stopped being so forceful in his advances and I have started to talk to him once again.
He seemed more than pleased to learn I had firmly decided not to speak with Draco any more than I had to. He was seemed even more delighted to find out Draco would no longer be making weekly visits. It seemed he has a new job within to the Dark Lord’s service and it took all his attention.
My new liaison to the Dark Lord is Alecto Carrow and she hardly ever does more than drops off and picks up messages.
I am writing an article about how the young wizards of England are eagerly awaiting their next year at a now full cleansed Hogwarts when Blaise walks into my doorway grinning ear to ear.
“It finally came through.” He says excitedly the moment I look up at him.
“What did?” I ask and sit back as I needed a rest of writing crap anyway.
“Well Lady Radcliff, would you like to go inspect your inheritance?” He asks with a smirk on his lips.
“What did I inherit exactly?” I counter as I remember Draco mentioning something about this at the beginning of the summer.
“Serendipity, the adjoining lands, and the family vault.” he says with a smug look on his face. “I have the key right here.” he held it out to me.
“Serendipity?” I ask a bit confused.
“It is the name of the Radcliff Manor. I thought it fit you rather well actually.” Blase says with a twinkle in his eyes.
“Who did I take all this from?” I ask with a frown on my lips. “It was considered Nott property until we petitioned the Ministry for your rights.”
“So I am related to the Notts?” I ask with a frown as I didn’t really know much of my mother’s family.
“Theodor is your second cousin on your mother’s side.” He tells me as he wiggles the key in front of me. “He thought his inheritance was going to be a lot bigger than it is.” he smirks as he seems pleased with taking something away from his old schoolmate.
I frown at how much he seems to be enjoying this but in the end I sigh and take the key. “Why did you do this for me, you know I really never had an interest in it right?” I ask as I look down at the tiny copper key.
“Greed.” he says simply and shrugs. “When I marry you I want us to be as rich as possible. Plus I couldn’t marry a commoner.” he adds as if the idea of that is ridiculous.
“But I didn’t think you were noble.” I say frowning as I think back to my talk with Draco.
“I’m not English nobility, I’m Italian.” he tells me simply. “My mother preferred Hogwarts because it is where she went. Malfoys are actually both English and French.” he adds after a moment. “But Italians are much better at love making.” he says with a wink.
“So you two did all this so I would have a title and you wouldn’t be embarrassed to marry me even though I am not going to marry you.” I ask him with my own smirk.
“Exactly. Are we going?” He asks as he holds his hand out to me.
When we get to Gringotts it isn’t very busy so we can go directly to one of the many goblin’s manning the desk. “I would like to view my vault.” I tell him as I hand over my key.
The goblin inspects the key for a moment and looks me over like he is making sure I am who I say I am. “Lady Radcliff Lovegood.” he says finally. “We have been expecting you.” He hands the key back and shows us to a cart to take down to the lower levels. All the old money vaults are near the bottom of the bank so we have quite a ride before the cart slows.
He leads us to the vault and helps me open it. “Lady Radcliff I should report we had to stop the previous owners from emptying this vault earlier today. If you find anything missing we will take further action.”
“How would I know if anything was missing?” I ask as I step inside the vault to find a rather organized room. There were shelves that held various treasured objects as well as ones that held large canvas bags.
“As is protocol we wrote up an inventory before any clients were made aware of the change in ownership.” he said and handed me a thin red book. “Will you be keeping two vaults with us, or would you like us to move the Lovegood contents to this one?” he asked stiffly.
“I’ll keep both for now.” I tell him as I look around in wonder.
"Then I shall leave you to it.” The goblin nodded and left the room.
I turn to Blaise and then back to the room. “Think these are full of coins?” I ask as I walk over to the canvas bags to open one.
“Probably. Wonder if the organization is Nott’s doing, or if it was the goblins and their inventory?” He asks as he walks around and looks at different items.
When I open the bag I find they are all full of coins and organized by type. “I think it must have been the goblins, I never seen a wizard keep their vault like this.” I tell him and move to a shelf full of wooden and velvet boxes.
I open the first I come to, a wooden box carved in tiny owls. Inside I find a cameo necklace. The woman in the relief of the picture reminds me of pictures I have seen of my mother. I figure the pendant and wonder if it is one of my ancestors.
“That is beautiful, you should put it on.” Blaise says and I jump as I had not realized he had walked up behind me.
“It kind of looks like my mother.” I admit as I pull the necklace out of the box and slip it around my neck.
“We should look it up.” He says kindly. “It looks like it belongs on you.” He adds as he looks me over.
We spend the next few hours look around the vault, opening boxes, and examining my family's most treasured possessions. It actually makes me feel connected to my mother in a way I had most many years ago.
“I understand why you did this, but it was actually very nice.” I tell Blaise as we head out to meet the goblin and close the vault. The only thing I decide to remove is the necklace, as I don’t really have a need for any of the other precious things.
“We should go visit your Manor tomorrow. We could make a day out of it.” He offers as he helps me back into the cart.
“Like a date?” I ask suspiciously.
“I know you won’t marry me Luna.” he says putting his hands up in defeat. “But you could at least give a guy a chance to show you a good time.” he offers pleasantly.
It actually did sound like it could be fun, and it wasn’t something I would like to do alone exactly. “Okay.. It’s a date.”

Daphne-
They won’t let me leave the hospital wing until the Dark Lord comes to speak to me. It is obviously his orders. I am fidgety as to what he will say, I am unsure how he will take this news and I really don’t wish to be punished. I don’t want the Dark Lord’s baby.
I am so very tired so I decide to take a nap while I wait for the Dark Lord to be done with his business for the day. I fall into a restless sleep and as the darkness washes over me I think maybe I have made a mistake by giving into the fatigue.
I am swimming in a sea of darkness, the one thing I can see if my own form. There is no ground, no walls, no doors, only darkness.
A sudden pain shoots through my body like I am being ripped apart from the inside. I scream but I can’t hear myself, my voice being swallowed by the darkness like everything else.
I am in a boat surrounded by black sea. I feel the gentle movements of the waves lulling me into a relaxed daze. I hear voices coming from above, unable to understand them at first I stand up in the boat to try and listen better.
“How is he doing?” The Dark Lord’s disembodied voice asks.
“He is strong my Lord, but I am not sure if she will survive the birthing. He has so much magic.” The Healer from before answers.
“The whore matters little…” The Dark Lord answers and suddenly the boat is tipped over and I find that I am choking on the black icor I had thought to be water. I choke on the tar like substance as in invaders my nose and mouth. I wheeze, becoming light head, unable to breath.
I am in a ballroom out of breath from dancing, my face and chest red from the exertion. I am wearing a deep purple elegant ball gown. My hair was pulled up with a cascade of curls that washed down my back like a waterfall. My neck glimmers with precious gemstones. I feel wonderful, like a queen.
My partner was every bit the prince, his clothes fine and matching hers perfectly. His posture perfect as he bows to me and reaches to take my hand. His blond hair fell slightly in his face as he leans forward.
Suddenly he looks up at me with cold silver eyes, a sneer on his lips. “You are vile.” His voice is cruel and unforgiving. “You are tainted.” he adds standing up and ripping the jewels from my neck.
Chanting started to come from the guests around me. “Vile, tainted, unclean.” The chanting continued as the man started to rip my fine dress. “Vile, tainted, unclean.” Suddenly I was alone in the ballroom, my dress in tatters, scraps of it lay around me.
“Do you think it will drive her mad my Lord?” Lucius’ voice came from above her, tone more interested that worried.
“If it does maybe she will be a bit more interesting.” The Dark Lord replied coldly.
I am in a nursery. It is decorated with white and pastel blue. The room was full of light, it seemed warm and safe. The animals on the wallpaper move about the walls playing with one another. I can’t shake the feeling of dread as I look over to the slowly rocking bassinet in the corner.
I blink and the nursery is the same but changed. The colors are dark and menacing, it is cold making my body tremble. The animals on the walls look twisted and cruel, they bite and kill one another. In a panic I rush to the bassinet and look down at my sweet baby boy.
His blue eyes look up at me in fear. When I reach down to pick him up the room changes back to the warm and inviting place it was before. The boy in the bassinet eye’s turn red and he bites my hand with sharp fangs.
I wake with a start, screaming at the imagined pain in my hand. I look around for a moment as I try to shake the dream and remember where I am. I lose exactly what I was dreaming about, mostly I remember darkness and filth, the baby boy that was really a demon.
My hand moves to my stomach and I think I am going to be sick again. I slip out of bed and cross to the loo as fast as I can before I spew bile and stomach acid into the toilet. It seems I have nothing else left.
After washing my mouth out I go back to my bed and find Lucius Malfoy standing and waiting for me. He is smirking so I know he knows at least a bit of what is wrong with me.
“Miss Greengrass, I am here to escort you down to the Dark Lord. He wishes to have a serious conversation about your future.” he says and I can hear the pleasure in his voice. Why does he hate me so much?
“I am sure he does.” I say stiffly and straighten my clothes. “Shall we go?” I ask as I let him lead me down to the Dark Lord’s office. “Do you know exactly what this is about?” I ask to see what I can get out of him.
“Oh yes, and I will enjoy the sounds of your screams.” Lucius replied with a smirk on his lips.
“What have I ever done to you Professor Malfoy?” I ask a bit bewildered by his treatment.
“Honestly? You shook your tits at my son.” he says stiffly.
“Draco and I aren't like that, I told you Professor.” I say trying to get the old man to understand.
“Yes he has told me many times, he said he hasn’t even tasted you.” He sneers as if that didn’t make any sense to him. “But then Miss Greengrass tell me, why did he risk so much for your safety? The fact he hasn’t fucked you yet makes you even more dangerous to my family.” He says without looking at me.
“I’m…” I am not sure how to answer him so I just close my mouth and keep walking.
I am almost relieved to finally get to the Dark Lord’s room. Lucius opens the door for me and I step inside with my head down. The older man steps in behind me and closes the door. Without a word from the Dark Lord I step into the middle in front of his desk.
My nerves are shot, I don’t know what to expect from him. Will he want me to keep the child, or will he ask me to get rid of it? I glance up to him unable to keep myself from looking for his reaction any longer.
He sat behind his desk looking cold and foreboding. “You have displeased me Miss Greengrass, tell me who you were with while you were my mistress.” his tone was cold. “Was it young Malfoy?”
I could feel the older man stiffen behind me, he was obviously not happy with his son being blamed for her condition.
I whimper at what he thinks I have done, even Ginny would not be able to protect me if I had taken a love while I belonged to the Dark Lord. I am not stupid enough to have done such a thing.
“My Lord, I took no one but you into my bed.” I tell him quickly. “I have lain with no one but you since.” I push, almost thankful men’s touches sent me into a panic now.
“I have not been able to bear children for many years Miss Greengrass.” he informed me with a deadly tone.
“My Lord, you are recently changed.” I say remembering the Lovegood girl’s prophecy. “I swear this child’s father could be no one but you.” I tell him swallowing hard.
He studies me for a long time and narrows his eyes. Images of the men I had tried to take to bed started to flash in my mind, going back to Blaise calling me broken, and then to the savage beating in front of Draco. I know the Lord is checking my mind to see if I am telling the truth, and I just let him see that I am. I struggle as I feel like I am reliving each of my couplings with him until we are at the night of the party. He pulls out of my mind and a smile forms on his lips.
“It seems she is right. With this new body I can indeed bear children.” He said seeming pleased with the idea. I feel like I am going to be sick again, would he want me to keep the child?
“That is excellent news my Lord.” Lucius says bowing behind me, he is obviously glad Draco is off the hook. It makes me a bit bitter to think the older Malfoy thinks so little of his son and myself. “What is to be done about this one my Lord?” he asked obviously still trying to get me punished.
The Dark Lord looks up and he frowns again as if he had just remembered I am there. “No common whore is going to carry my heir. She will get rid of it.” He says stiffly.
My knees almost go weak with the relief that I feel.

Ginny-
It is midnight before I drift off to sleep. I am still worried about Daphne, she never came back to my room. I decide that she is not back by the morning I am going to go to the hospital wing to check on her.
As a familiar darkness surrounds me I sigh, I know this feeling, Riddle is going to come for a visit. I find myself sitting on the castle lawn, the lake just down the slope from me. There is a picnic set out around me with all my favorite foods.
“You are doing so well I thought you deserved a reward.” Riddles voice comes from behind me before he kisses the back of my neck.
“He says it is too dangerous for me to be out on the grounds.” I say before I stand and wtep off the picnic blanket so I can enjoy the feel of grass beneath my feet. “But I think it is a ploy, he still wishes for me to feel trapped.”
“You are trapped.” He says moving up behind me again and wrapping his arms around my stomach. “You know if he knew about me, he would be so very jealous.” he whispered softly in my ear.
“I am not so very sure he doesn’t know about you.” I say before stepping out of his arms again. “I am not so very sure you are not one of his spells that is here to manipulate me into doing what he wants.” I add before I turn and look at him.
“Now you are thinking like a Slytherin.” Riddle says like it is a compliment. He before moves in to cup my cheek and running his thumb over my lips. “But I am not, I have my own will and agenda.” He told me before leaning in and kissing my lips softly.
“What are those?” I ask stepping away from me. I suddenly find I am sitting on the blanket again, he is sitting next to me with a bowl of fruit in his lap. “Riddle what do you think you are doing?” I ask with a frown.
“I am having a bit of fun, just let yourself relax.” he tells me as he holds a piece of melon up to my mouth. “This is your reward after all.”
I open my mouth and let him place the melon against my tongue. It tasted so good, I close my eyes to truly enjoy it.
“That taste better than the real thing.” I tell him softly and I hear him chuckle. I can feel his movement to get closer to me.
“That is because dreams can do anything my sweet.” he whispers in my ear. “They can feel any way we want them to, and we never have to worry about the consequences of our actions.”
“What do you want Riddle?” I ask opening my eyes and moving away from him. “I know what Tom wants from me. But you said you are not one of his spells, and you wants something different.”
“You know I think you fear me less than you fear him.” he comments to the wind.
“You said it yourself, dreams have no consequences.” I point out.
“Oh but I am not a dream.” He said with a smirk. “I am the twisted part of your soul that was corrupted by him when you were eleven.”
“You’re a part of me?” I ask my eyes going wide and I scoot back a bit.
“Not any more, but I used to be.” he says as he moves after me. “Just as he wants you to stand by his side in the real world, I want you to give into me in this one.”
I narrow my eyes and look at him as I move further away and stand up. I can feel my heart racing and I don’t think I like his plan for me. “Wouldn’t that mean I would turn completely into you… into him?” I ask the fear of that idea starting to bubble its way into my brain.
“No, that wouldn’t be fun at all.” He said as if the answer were obvious. “Then I would be all alone. I would have to be the one bending to his will. Do I look like someone who would bend to the will of another?”
“Do I?” I spat, wishing I had my wand so I could hex the smirk off his face.
“You are starting to.” He said and licked his lips. “You wanted to know what I wanted. Are you now displeased with my honesty?” he says as he stands and moves closer to me once again.
“Am I displeased that you want to twist me into someone like you?” I ask rolling my eyes. “You both do want the same thing! Only you are happy in this little dream world.” I motion around me. “You want to take away any retreat I may have!” I yell and kick one of the dishes. He could punish me here, but at least he couldn’t punish anyone else for my actions.
The next thing I know we are in the Chamber of my youth. The floor is wet, and I can smell the stale air. A shot of fear takes hold inside me and I fall to the ground just as I did when he had been draining my soul away.
I feel light headed, my limbs all too heavy to move. I can hear footsteps coming towards me but I can’t see who is around.
“If you do not want your reward then we shall stay here when you are with me. Would you prefer to be stuck in this nightmare my sweet?” He asked as he stepped around into my view. “I think I shall make you fear this place all over again.”
He lowers my own wand on me. I wake screaming in the pain that won’t seem to leave. I shift and writhe on the bed as I feel like the curse is still being cast even in my waking. I know I am screaming and all I want is for the pain to stop.
I am not sure how long I am like that before cool strong hands are chasing the pain away. I hear voices above me but I can’t attach them to their owners.
“How long did you wait to get me fool?” An angry voice snaps.
“We didn’t know what to do my Lord, she wouldn’t stop screaming.” A fearful voice answers.
“How long?” The angry voice asks again, this time I can hear a deadly calm and I know what will come next.
“I got you as soon as they got me my Lord.” A third voice answers with concern.
“So the fools were going to let her scream all night?” The first voice asks and I can hear another man screaming like I was.
“I thought a Potion of Dreamless Sleep was in order my Lord.” The third voice speaks up.
After that I can taste something sweet going down my throat, and then there is even sweeter darkness.

Luna-
We are standing outside a large wrought iron gate. The design is rather interesting, as it looks like an large owl with the wings spread out to make each door. The gate connects to a somewhat run down looking wall.
“Now what do we do?” I ask not taking my eyes off the rusted looking gate.
“Well it looks like the Notts didn’t use your Manor a lot at least.” Blaise says as he steps forward and tries to push the gate open. “I wonder why, I am pretty sure Serendipity is larger than Nott Manor.” he says as the gate won’t budge.
“Maybe they couldn’t open the front door.” I answer and walk up to the gates my self.
“You know you may be right. We wizards may have not understood that this was your house all along, but the wards of the Manor may have been waiting for you.” he said motioning for me to try and open the door.
I hold my breath and put my hand against the gate softly stroking the metal. To my surprise the gate swings open as if it was never even latched.
“I think that answers that question.” Blaise says smugly and helps me push the gate out of our way.
He moves in and wraps an arm around my waist as we walk up the overgrown gravel path. “So no one has been inside since Grandma Radcliff died?” I ask with a frown. It was a beautiful house spread out in front of us, but it obviously had seen much better days.
“More than likely. Did your mother grow up here?” he asks curiously and I shrug.
“I don’t remember her ever talking about her childhood. You know I was five when she died. So mostly I remember small things. Like her singing in the kitchen and giving me fairy cakes when my father wasn’t looking.” I tell him smiling at the sweet memories.
“My memories from my mother at that age are nothing like that. I mostly have images of her laughing in the arms of her next husband.” Blaise tells me with a frown.
“Did you have anyone to sneak you treats and play games with you?” I ask curiously. My life was not filled with the riches and luxuries that Draco and Blaise’s lives had been filled with, but I had always been happy before the war.
“I had a few nurses and teaches that liked me over the years, but mother fired anyone I would get too close to. You see she didn’t like the idea of me seeing any of them as a mother over her.” he tells me and shakes his head. “I don’t think we need to talk about that, we have a Manor to explore.” he says and takes my hand to pull me towards the house at a run.
By the time we get to the front door I am out of breath and laughing. It feels good to just run for the pleasure of it.
The same owl from the gate is carved into the front door. “It must be the family crest.” I say and look back at Blaise for confirmation. He nods and helps me open the heavy door. When the door opens there is three small popping sounds and the candles in the front hall light on their own.
“Hello?” I call out and see as three house elves move into the view of the door.
“Is you our new Misses?” A very small elf came forward and asked with big bright green eyes.
I look to Blaise and back to the tiny elf in front of me. “I guess I am, what is your name?” I ask and look to the three elves behind her. One looked ancient, and stood leaning over a tiny cane. The other two looked to be in the prime of life, they were obviously a couple, as the female was heavy with child.
“Minty is Minty.” The tiny elf said. “That is Minty’s mommy Muffin and daddy Clipper and grandmommy Mop.” I smile down at the tiny elf, realizing she is very young. I had never really thought about house elf children before this moment.
I look to Blaise to see what he thinks of the family of elves and frown as I see the scowl on his face.
“Who told you, you could have children?” Blaise asked Muffin and Clipper with narrowing eyes. The elves looked frightened as they looked back at the imposing figure Blaise made.
“Mistress Radcliff told Muffin she wished for an elf for her granddaughter before she died. Muffin has been waiting for Minty to be old enough to take care of a human then Muffin was going to show her to Mistress Lovegood Sir.” The little elf told him as she looked between the two of us with worry, her hand moving to her stomach as if she felt the need to protect it.
“And the second child. Mistress Radcliff has been dead for eight years.” He points out to the elf.
Clipper stepped in front of his mate and looked Blaise directly in the eyes. “We has not had a Master here for some time. And yous not our Master either. We only get rid of our baby if the Mistress says so.” he says firmly and then looks at me with pleading eyes.
All eyes are on me and I feel very strange having the power to tell these little creatures they can and cannot have children. “Of course you can keep your baby.” I say and all the elves but Mop visibly relax.
“Luna, you have to forbid them to have any more. They will be too busy taking care of the child to help take care of the house.” Blaise tells me seriously.
Muffin steps forward again before I can respond. “Wes not going to have any more Mistress Lovegood. Wes are happy you have come to Serendipity at last. If the Mistress would like Minty can show her and her…” Muffin looks up at Blaise obviously unsure what to call him. “..friend around the Manor. Muffin and Mop will go and make some lunch for yous?” She asks hopefully.
“Yes, I think that would be perfect. Thank you. And I would like to be called Luna.” I tell the elves, it just seems like Mistress Lovegood is quite a mouthful.
Minty happily shows us around the large estate. Much of it just needs a good cleaning and it would be a beautiful house once again. Blaise is silent on our tour, he seems deep in thought as he studies every room of the house with keen eyes.
He doesn’t speak again until we are sitting down to lunch. Muffin and Mop had cleaned a small dining room and made us a wonderful spread of sandwiches and fruit.
“It will take a lot of cleaning and a few repairs, but it is a jewel of a house.” Blaise says as he sips some juice and looks over to me. “Do you think you will want to live here?”
“I don’t know. I mean I feel like I would get lost going to the loo.” I tell him with a laugh. He smiles and nods.
“You would be surprised how quickly you learn your way around the areas you like.” he tells me simply. “Would you rather sell it? It would be worth a tidy some.” He offers as if he is testing me.
“No, I don’t think I can do that either. You have given me another connection to my family Blaise. I’ll never leave England now.” I tell him softly.
He raises an eyebrow and looks over at me. “Were you thinking of leaving us?”
I blush and frown at the slip of my tongue. “Not really, it was a half formed dream only.” I tell him with a soft sigh. “But now I have a piece of both my father and my mother. How could I ever abandon that?”
He smiles seeming very pleased with himself. “You couldn’t, and you know why that is Luna?” He asks me seriously.
“Why?” I ask wondering where is he going with this.
“Because you are still a pureblood noble woman, no matter how you were raised, and blood wins out in the end.”

Daphne-
It is almost dawn when there is a knock on my door. I moan and push the covers back, my body stiff and my mind hazy as I go to punch whoever has woken me this early in the morning. When I open the door I see Draco looking a bit messed at my door. His hair is in his face, and his robes are ripped.
“What happened to you?” I asks more awake now that I see the state of him.
“The Dark Lord had me punish her guards.” he says and leans against my door frame, as if the statement didn’t need any further explanation he continues. “I would have come sooner but my father just told me about what happened.” He says and looks me up and down for a moment. “Are you okay?”
I move out of his way so he can enter and we can continue the conversation away from any prying eyes. “I’m fine, I feel sick but the healer says once I get rid of it I will recover within a few days.” I tell him and frown. “Why did you have to punish her guards?”
Once he is in my bedchambers he sits down on a chair near the fire and leans forward on his knees. “Oh the fools took their sweet time in getting anyone when the Lady was under some kind of night terror. They let her scream for a while before they even came to get me.” he said shaking his head.
“She has those a lot.” I tell him but I won’t explain how I know unless he asks.
“Not this bad, we woke her up and she was still screaming like she was under a Cruciatus. She almost bit off her own tongue they let her scream so long.” he tells me with a deep frown. “But I didn’t come here to talk about her. I came to talk about you. What are you planning to do?” he asks seriously.
“What do you mean? I plan to get rid of it. I have been thanking Merlin and the rest of the ancient wizards that he doesn’t want me to carry it to term.” I tell him and take a seat on my bed.
“You know his heir would be worth a lot, even if it is a bastard heir.” Draco says not looking at me as he speaks.
“Hell no!” I tell him firmly. “I have no idea what is growing inside of me but there is no way I am going to carry it to term Draco. There is just no way! For one I have been ordered to get rid of it, and do you really think I am stupid enough to not follow his orders after what happened last time. and secondly I know that it isn’t… human. I can just feel that it is more… monster than child okay?” I ask looking Draco in the eyes so he understands what I am feeling.
“I just wanted you to think about all your options.” he says holding his hands up to surrender.
“I have.” I say standing up again. “So if that was all you can leave.” I tell him pointing to the door.
Draco frowns and shakes his head as he runs his fingers through his hair, messing it up even further. “Have you thought about what this means for Luna’s prophecy? It has to be real right? How could she guess that he would be so careless?”
I sit back down and frown as I look at my knees. “I think it is as real as any prophecy. What do you think this coming battle is? Another war?” I ask more out of curiosity than worry.
“Maybe, the Dark Lord has many plans for this world. What Lion do you think will step up to challenge him?” He says as he rubs his chin.
“How could anyone know, maybe his little lioness herself to rise up against him. Do you think you should tell the Dark Lord what is coming?” I ask as I bite my lower lip.
“I think it is better not to. For one, I want Luna for myself, and I would have to tell him where the prophecy came from. Secondly, we all know how he responded to the last prophecy, his obsession could have had everything go very badly for us all.”
I can’t help but sneer at the blond freak’s name. “Blaise says she sent back your flowers. Says she wants nothing to do with you.” I point out coldly.
“Yes. Almost being raped has turned her off rather quickly it seems.” he says with a frown. “But even if it is Blaise that wins her, it will be good for us.”
I roll my eyes to make it clear to him that I don’t agree. He shakes his head and chuckles. “Don’t worry Greengrass, I have big plans for us all. I feel they are mostly going very well.”
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