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“Dialogue”

‘Thoughts’

‘Flashback’

Chapter 25 : Too Much Light Will Blind You

Astarte’s freaking flat butt! Lucius effing Malfoy! She should have known he would be the infamous Minister of Magic under His Snake-ness rule! She wanted to laugh. Hysterically! Lo and behold, Lord Voldemort as Athos, and Severus as Aramis! But Nooo! You couldn’t meet with only two of “the Three Musketeers” now could you?! There should be a third, Porthos the dandy, and who could pretend to such “dandy-ness” better than Lucius Malfoy?? Yes, and there you have it, Minister Malfoy, tags along! Damn it all to hell and back.

Why didn’t she apprehend this possibility before time? Because she did not have any freaking time! She was busy piecing one puzzle after another, putting those into a bigger puzzle, to start enabling herself a glimpse of what the whole biggest puzzle ever, aka Lord Voldemort was doing. Talk about being lost in a fractal world! While His manliness …No! No, it isn’t the correct word! And it definitely isn’t a slip of a tongue either!

His …Lordship! … Whatever the hell his title is! He wasn’t allowing her a breather! Between his never-ending “I Rule odyssey” and insatiable lust for punishing her, she hadn’t even thought of the darn wizard!

Could a day get any worse? Oh yes it could! With Malfoy Sr. in the folds, you can count on it!

Lucius Malfoy entered the quarters in his regal outfit, black pants and boots, silver gray dress shirt, black, silver and green striped tie, dark bottle-green velvet cloak emphasizing his height, still fit and slender figure. Black Dragonhide gloves sheathing his hands, sleek shiny platinum long hair, with not a strand out of place, his silver cane held as if it was a scepter, with the snakehead, hiding his wand.

Bowing ceremoniously before Lord Voldemort, “My Liege Lord”, Hermione almost rolled her eyes, scoffing inwardly,.   ‘Why not touch your snooty nose to the floor while you’re at it, and lick his boots you sycophantic brown-noser prick?!’

‘Look who’s talking about licking boots… Shoeshine girl!’ the relentless evil-twin of hers was sitting in a shoeshine booth, a young man squatting before her, splattering black polish, from a cauldron, brushing and buffing her shoes.

‘Shut up! I am forced to do it, it is my punishment!’

‘Not from the looks and feel of it missy!’ A scream was heard in her head, when Hermione enthusiastically emptied the black polish cauldron on her evil twin’s head, sniggering as the dribbling mucky substance smeared her hair and face.

“Miss Granger a pleasure to see you are doing well” Lucius deeply rich, resonant, and refined tenor voice reached her ears, and wiped away her 10 seconds of triumph over her mirror image, she felt his lips touching her right hand knuckles.

The sophisticated pureblood par excellence, isn’t afraid of catching some ‘mudblood’ grime, slime and all those synonyms that rime? How fascinating! Must be hard on him not to spit –out- the word, to her face, at the moment!

“Minister Malfoy, thank you, I hope you are faring good yourself, as well as your spouse….” she returned the greeting civilly, her smile not reaching her eyes, but still, no need to aggravate any of these snakes, she supposed, not when she’s alone, not when they are together, besides she’s not going to play d’Artagnan to their trio now is she?

“Thank you Miss Granger my family and I are doing very well.” He replied with amiability.

“Miss Granger, I hope you are feeling better today?” Severus silky tones reached her frazzled nerves. She replied with the same mundane small talk, her brain busy with something else.

Godric’s flaccid prick! This is too much! Is there any proviso somewhere in Hogwarts, that she did not know of, or read about in ‘Hogwarts: A History’, which stipulates all Slytherins' male students should have a damn sexy, deep, velvety, smoothly decadent, sinfully immoral thoughts inducing, stomach flutters stirring, all body tingles rousing, nether organs stimulating, women mesmerizing, fucking voice?!!!

This is unbelievable! ‘Dannare!’ as ‘Bezee’ says, who by no means has any less appealing voice or the looks to match, and Draco? He inherited this weapon as well! This is so freaking unfair! Why oh why those mean wizards are endowed so? …With voices! Endowed with compelling voices! Don’t you dare think of other weapons Hermione Granger! Hell!Not now! Think of something else…anything else!

They could make their own ‘Frog Choir’! She nervously giggled inwardly, while imagining them singing a presentation of Something Wicked This Way Comes, toads and craws in hands, their quintet conducted by Professor Filius Flitwick. Like during the Welcoming Feast after the Sorting ceremony in 1993.

She wanted to guffaw out loud, but swallowed it, and brushed aside the hilarious image, nervous laughs do not present a good impression, need to get it together, idiot! She’s acting like blubbering teen! Calming her breath, and since everyone was moving to sit at the lunch table, she followed their lead. As usual with impeccable manners, the Dark Lord pulled her chair, next he took his own seat, after making sure she was comfortable.

She found herself facing Malfoy Senior, Severus on her left and His Lordship on her right – yes, this is the correct term- Not his maleness, manliness, or any other synonym or substitute! Absolutely not the time for such silly, incongruous indecent thoughts, not that it is appropriate in any other time! Still, definitely not in the company of one wizard proficient in Legilimency, while the other is best-known Master Legilimens ever, and that not even considering the platinum snake’s talent! Merlin they would be playing Quidditch in her brain, catching her ideas and thoughts like snitches hit by Confundus Charm, with her lousy Occlumency talent, or lack thereof!

She looked at the appetizing meal, on the table, not expecting any less than superior quality and presentation, all started to eat and converse, especially Malfoy who was filling his ‘Liege Lord’ on the latest projects and Ministry undertakings. The Dark Lord commented, now and then, adding his suggestion and remarks.

“Good, that would make our work less complicated. We don’t need contradicting rules. We don’t have time for such asinine problems” Lord Voldemort answered in an all business tone.

“Severus, have you acquired all the ingredients necessary for the potion I asked for?” Lord I-want-results-now Voldemort asked, and while waiting for answer, he bit a piece of his Beef Stroganov.

Swallowing his morsel of food, Severus’ face looked more relaxed these days, she noticed. His facial expressions were less severe, lips less thin, his onyx eyes bright and dare she say it, as strikingly deep and dark as sin, shit! Not the time to gawk at the man.

Looking at her vis-à-vis, she had to honestly admit; Lucius Malfoy was a beautiful wizard. His grey eyes, straight nose and virile lips, high cheekbones and defined eyebrows, his complexion, damn it stop! Look somewhere else; but where? She was surrounded! Looking to her right would be worse! Right! She did not want to add to her “eye and ear - candy” a one Dark sexy Lord. Merlin knows why she finds him so alluring, so darn attractive, and appealing while he’s evil incarnate!

All he has to do is look at her, and talk to her with that rich caressing voice, no matter what he is saying…and she is done for! Sighing she heard Severus answering him, Arghhhh! She swore if they test her blood glucose levels now, they‘d stick an insulin IV in her vein, because if this continues, she’d soon be overdosing on “candy”, going into diabetic coma!

She busied herself with her food, eating while listening to the silky voice of her ex-professor, a voice that made her adore Potions class. She used to imagine this sinful tone saying”10 points to Gryffindor, Miss Granger…” and it was like a cerebral orgasm for her, oh how she wished!

“Yes my Lord most of the Ingredients needed are now at hand, all I need is …what you will provide” the tone told her this potion was important, she wanted to ask about it, but since it was for the devil sitting at her right, curiosity wouldn’t be advisable. Lord Voldemort continued his “interrogation” and Lucius as accommodating as ever, was all deference and answers. Disgusting! Candy induced nausea! So lost was she in her thoughts she was turning a deaf ear to the conversation, until Lord Voldemort addressed her.

Shaking his head in acceptance to what his interlocutors were saying, the Dark Lord looked at Hermione and smiled, stating, “The Muggles are not allowed entry to any Wizarding community without expressed official consent and more importantly, Portkeys preset to their destinations at a specific times. Those guests are all high-ranking officials and political figures, or business and industry CEOs, or scientists and researchers, common public are not allowed entry at all.”

“What about the wizards going into muggle-world?” Hermione asked the Minister, he smiled indulgently at her, extrapolating the policy regulating those visits.

“Wizards can visit the Muggle world, IF they have business to do so, or family to visit. They can do magic only in self-defense, but if one was sued for fraudulent acts, and misuse of magic against muggles, Investigations by the Aurors is conducted, if found guilty their destination is the Magical Court for trial then a prison sentence depending on their crime.

“So there are Aurors still? What about this ‘Defense and Security Units’? Isn’t Draco working there with Blaize?” The Gryffindor witch was now having one ear to the ground, wanting to fully understand the system; it might come in handy someday, who knows.

This time it was the Dark Lord who answered, ”Consider the aurors like the muggle police, while the DSU are like a mixture of FBI and CIA since their work covers the entire globe’s security.”

Lucius Malfoy added, “the Aurors are the Ministry of Magic Task Force, where their base is located, while the DSU serve at His Lordship’s pleasure, their headquarters are here in the Center.”

Hermione was bewildered that self-important, snobbish, pureblood Lucius Malfoy was talking so casually with her about muggles, security and Ministry affairs, she just couldn’t believe her ears! This haughty, self-conceited, arrogant, prejudiced wizard, who had no respect whatsoever to any but purebloods and maybe half-blood friends, was sitting and having lunch and talking like they were old friends! In which rabbit whole has she fallen again?

Wanting to test him and try to chip at his polite veneer, and make him display his true bigoted colors, she asked “What about the mud..gle-borns Mr. Malfoy? No special treatment for those?”

The three men shared a knowing look among them, Severus snickered, while Lucius dabbed his lips daintily with his napkin, Lord Voldemort chewed on his morsel, looking at her with an arced hairless eyebrow, as if warning her to stop being rude, and she did not care, looking into the silver eyes of her “friend’s” father, to assess his reaction. She knew that among Slytherins such as themselves, they were the most prejudiced and unfair lot of the entire Wizarding world.

Lucius in his educated tenor explained the process, “The muggle-borns, known nowadays as half-bloods, Miss granger, are carefully monitored since birth, which is always magically dated in the records of the ministry of Magic and Hogwarts.”

“Yes I know about the Book of Life and the Magic Quill registrar …” Hermione couldn’t but comment, and the Dark Lord smiled, looking at Severus who smirked back, as if telling him “know-it-all, I told you so!”

“The Dark Lord decided not to let his experience and Potter’s repeat itself. Specialized magical Social Workers in the ‘Health and Social Services’ cabinet take care of monitoring the kids’ parents. Mr. Percy Weasley in fact is head of this Department at the Ministry. He’s fastidious on the details, of each case. We couldn’t find better than him to head such office. He’s doing a great job actually.”

So Percy Weasley is working under Lucius Malfoy? And this latter is singing his praise? She wanted to ask, Who are you, and what did you do with Lucius Malfoy?! Hell must have frozen over! Who would have thought that The Weasley / Malfoy feud would be put aside, for the ‘greater good’ of the muggle-borns? Hermione thought sarcastically. She re-focused on the Minister’s enchanting voice describing the procedures.

“Should the parents be found lacking and mistreating the child, this latter is to be taken away from them. The kids are then sent to be raised by magical foster families, who most of the time end up adopting them….”

Taking a sip from his wineglass, Lucius continued, patiently, in his soft and gentle tone, “You must realize Miss Granger, despite the fact of the muggles’ recent knowledge about Magic and the Wizarding world’s existence, some still do not understand and could not accept the differences.”

Snorting Hermione commented dryly” Strange Minister Malfoy, I thought it was the other way around, since wizards who considered themselves superior to muggle-borns did not accept and understand the differences either.”

Severus was about to spit out the sip of wine he just drank, hearing her comment, while Lord Voldemort looking at her, his eyes, gleaming like two red laser pinpointing beams, promised a harsh retribution for such displayed rudeness against his “esteemed” Minister.

She scowled back at him, defiantly. She won’t let him intimidate her, not now! She had 7 years of pent up anger, damn it! She held back, she did not stoop to their level, when his “respected” Minister called her Mudblood, and taught his son to do so as well, at school. Neither him nor anyone would make her shut up now!

To hell with all of them, prejudiced snakes. His presence brought too many hurtful memories, and the wounds that marred her soul are much too deep to heal in 5 days, just because Lord I-banned-the-Mudblood-word Voldemort thinks she should be over it. Like hell she is. She was only 11 when she first heard this demeaning word, thanks to the likes of this “aristocratic” blond, “upper-class” her arse, subservient sycophant!

“Gentlemen, I see we all finished our lunch. Why don’t you make use of the sitting area and prepare some drinks, I need to speak with Hermione about our schedule, and we will join you ASAP”

After both wizards retreated, he turned to her, flicked his wand in the Muffliato combination, to make sure not being heard. He looked at her, long and hard, searching her eyes before he calmly spoke “ Are you trying to test my patience slave, or do you like my punishments that much?”

Hermione looked at him innocently, with big brown eyes, trying to conjure the facial expressions of being confused and surprised following his question.

“What?! Why? What did I do now?….Sir”

“You are a lousy liar slave, I will tell you this once, and let it be your 3^rd lesson and another rule to follow. I am your Master, the whole fucking world knows you are my protégée, the entire wizarding world knows I am now your Mentor, your conduct and stance reflects first and foremost on me, do you understand? You’d better behave yourself, and act accordingly… Do you remember what I said about multiplying the strikes daily in case of punishment?”

“Yes Sir…But Sir …I…”

“Good, but me no buts slave, and prepare yourself to taste my belt, as your chastisement for today’s misdemeanor. Believe me you are not going to like it, but you will surely remember it when it might strike your fancy to misbehave again”

He was sitting with his chair turned towards her, relaxed and cool, one leg folded upon the other, like having a mundane polite conversation with her. He was not showing any sign of anger, like gritting his teeth, or nostrils flaring, not a single feature on his snake face was taut, his looks were the epitome of calm and serene, he was not even breaking a sweat while talking, and precisely this collected attitude of his, ignited the ominous apprehension of how seriously painful he was intending this “disciplining” to be, the realization turned the anticipation ten times worse.

She was in for it; she was going to have her poor rear end striped like Lucius’ tie, and maybe with a couple of colors to match, later on! Oh Merlin frigging staff!

Hermione was scared; really afraid, terrified something fierce, plus her stomach was about to send the food she absorbed, back up, to where it came from. She never looked into eyes so frosty, so intent and purposeful, and not the positive way, mind you, her ass was at stake here, literally!

“May I ask what did I do, sir?” She knew she was stalling, but like hell if she was going to take it lying down and without a fight! She was the Gryffindor princess damn it! She will make him listen to her explaining why she acted like a spoiled brat, having her temper-tantrums in the most inopportune of times!

“You know quite well what you said pet. He is after all the Minister of Magic, and he treated you courteously, not once was he impolite towards you! Still, you behaved like a spoiled unruly kid and not a mature dignified woman! Do not add to your already heavy tally!”

He answered slickly, yet the contrast between his warm velvety tone, and his frozen blood red eyes made the threat contrastingly more sinister. Her heart hammered an irregular drumbeat, but regardless of all the red flags, not heeding their call to stop being suicidal, she decided to push her luck a bit further, not for kicks and giggles, no, she wanted to make it clear to him that she is not rude just for the sake of it, this Minister of his made her life miserable through his son, and she won’t be begrudged this small ‘vocalized’ revenge!

“Have you ever been demeaned sir for your blood-status? I doubt it. Have you ever felt what it is like to be treated like dirt? By people, ironically enough, far more inferior intellectually? Have you ever been called ‘mud-slut’ and threatened to be raped just because your parents weren’t magical? And all of this by bullies, in your own school, since you were 12?”

There were lots of things she wanted to say to him, spew out to his snake face because he somehow played a big part in fueling the sources of her misery at the time, and now he wants to punish her for speaking her mind? Albeit out of time and place, she must admit she acted out of character, but she’s not regretting it.

He could and would punish her, but in any case she would have made a statement, and shown them she did not forget, because none of us forget, we simply get used to memories, and bit-by-bit they lose their importance, they get washed away like watercolors fading in the backgrounds of our mind, save for wounds. Some might not heal completely, and the pain associated with them is always lurking, set off when least expected, by the most absurd of things, but a cause is just that, a trigger, no matter how commonplace or silly.

Wounds always leave scars, she could forget about the scars. Nevertheless some wounds are visible and remediable, some are invisible, and those are the worst kind, because you can’t trace them, soothe them, deal with them, and try to heal them and have a certain closure.

“In fact pet, I was demeaned as a freak in the muggle world, called crazy, and weirdo, they were scared of me, hated me, spied on me, bullied me, stolen from, accused me of all the mishaps that occurred. Got punished unfairly. I had no friends at all, the children made it their job to try and intimidate me, and steal or if they couldn’t, then damage my possessions, no matter how meager they were. I was not threatened of rape but that does not mean I was not physically attacked. I always slept with one eye open, until I entered Hogwarts. Then again, I settled the scores at an appropriate time, and in the right way. Haste and anger are not good advisors pet. You know the adage…Vengeance is a dish best served cold ”

He answered soothingly, though his eyes were haunted, she felt sad for him, for herself, but he had the ‘longer end of the stick’, if she could express it this way, while she, on the other hand, ended up with the shorter one, and had to bear with all of this because of him.

“You had the chance to seek more than verbal revenge. I am faced, not only with a whole new set of rules, but with a wizard who was an enemy and made my life hell through his son, regardless that this latter had been decent to me since the Order. You avenged yourself by ruling the whole world, and …destroying mine. What am I supposed to do?”

Hermione was surprised that they continued their conversation, a very crucial one, more so that they went about it with detachment and objectivity, not letting their accumulated and preconceived “uncertainties” get the better of their self-control and emotions, and how they both reacted to deeply buried memories, that they systematically unearthed from the soil of their respective past.

He shared with her a part of himself that, she was sure, no one knew about, bar for some misleading outlines that he made available to Dumbledore.

This added to her respect and admiration, for the wizard, speaking out his mind as freely as her, without embarrassment, or feeling ashamed by his humble background, leveling with her, and thus respecting her as a trustworthy individual to discuss his past with, someone he knew would listen.

Additionally, he reciprocated since he haven’t stopped her from expressing herself fully, concerning her aversion and accumulated resentment that sought release. He intrinsically understood her take, seeing as Lucius Malfoy happened to represent a just and fair “target” for releasing those pressurized sentiments, considering what she thought she knew about the wizard.

“It may be true that some strategies have had unwanted results, and very unfortunate collateral damages, especially for muggle-borns, at the time, but that was never my initial or intended policy through the war. I had to make hay of what Albus was scheming, planning, and make the most of it, to turn the tables on him, using his own maneuver. I knew I had to get you out of there, that is why I sent Malfoy and Zabini, to protect you, that is why I used the Weasley treacherous dolt to abduct you, but the stupid bitch Bellatrix messed it up…she made us waste two years.”

“I Thank you for being straightforward with me, I have to also admit, I couldn’t but vent out my bitterness, especially that I count you both if not the three of you accountable of the bigotry and damage I sustained. Considering it all, maybe now I should add Dumbledore to the list.”

“Indeed. On the other hand, I cannot argue your point, since you are seeing it from your own perspective, but there’s always more than one angle to any situation. We will talk more about this, in a while. All the same, you will be punished, not because of your reasons, I fully recognize and accept them, but for the way you went about it. I do not tolerate rudeness and undignified manners in any way shape or form. We should join the gentlemen now, come.” Standing up he smiled gently at her, flicked his wand, canceling the Muffliato, and extended his hand to help her up.

Wrapping his left hand around her tiny waist he lead her to where the other two Slytherins were sitting, drinking Firewhiskey and talking, the last of Lucius’ harangue was clear, to Hermione’s thunderstruck face, she almost stopped walking, occupied by what she heard.

In his silky drawl Severus asked “ Wands Inn?”. Snickering he continued, “Molly Weasley and Abraxas Malfoy went to the Wands Inn? Are you sure one of them was not polyjuiced? Or either!” he snorted.

Taking another sip Lucius continued, “She wanted to hook him! He was like 11 or 15 years older than her!! Anyway… The Malfoy spell worked like a charm, no pun intended…. “

Sitting down with Lord Voldemort on the same couch, on the left of the Chief and facing Lucius Malfoy, The Supreme Leader handed her a wineglass, and took a sip from his then asked his Minister interrupting him “ What Malfoy Spell Lucius? ”

Lucius smiled evilly, closing his eyes, remembering something satisfying, or so Hermione thought, he then looked at his lord and replied “ This is a very ancient Malfoy spell we have in the family, it makes males infertile until they get married. In order to not allow some Galleons-diggers any claim to the Malfoy vaults. Every Male start being under this spell effect at age 14, just to insure immunity against trickery like what happened with the Prewetts’ slag!”

“A practical spell indeed! So what happened with Abraxas and the bitch? He never told me about it.” The Dark Lord made himself comfortable near his witch and in his relaxed manner, sat with his right ankle on his lower left thigh, took her left hand in his right, and started his middle finger maddening dance, while he sipped his drink with his left hand listening to Malfoy.

“He told me a couple of years before he passed away. We Malfoys don’t kiss and tell my Lord you know.” He smiled mischievously.

Severus smirked and said “ Yes, you Malfoys, don’t kiss at all …you do…other… things…ermm ….never mind.” It was clear Severus stopped himself from saying a crude thing when he remembered the presence of the witch, his face soured a little, hers turned red, and the Wizard near her chortled and told Lucius to continue, which he was more than happy to do. The only Gryffindor among Slytherins suspected an inebriated Minister on their hands, to her, at any rate, he seemed to be.

“So what I was saying? Ah yes! …. He, my father, never touched her again, though she offered many times! …She got her claws in poor Weasley, making Arthur marry her when she took fertility potions rather than contraceptives, she got knocked-up, with Bill I think, the eldest, to force his hand into marriage… just like her daughter wanted to do with Potter… Following in mommy’s footsteps…” Lucius chuckled; his father Abraxas has been in a talkative mood about the whole ‘Malfoy boys screwed the Weasley trollops!’ unholy matter!

Hermione was appalled and flabbergasted hearing such crude language spewing out of the squeaky-clean, well-bred, well-mannered blond member of the pure-blooded aristocracy, but her curiosity was peaked to its highest, knowing she might not get another chance to probe the reasons why there was always bad blood between the two families, she asked “Minister Malfoy, I do know there’s a feud between the Weasleys and your family, why is that so?”

Smiling cruelly, Lucius at that instant showed his true character that earned him the Death Eater’s title. His suspected state of intoxication disappeared in an instant, as if he drank an anti- inebriation potion. Sober and icy, his nearly tangible acrimony towards his enemies, could be felt, if one dared a touch of a finger to his frost biting dark aura, all put together demonstrated clearly his capability of inflicting cruel vengeance, with cold-blooded efficiency, without a speck of hesitation whatsoever. He looked towards Hermione, his pitiless steely eyes reflecting his ruthlessness like arctic caps reflects light; his explanation was delivered while his voice took a dip in the minus degrees.

“The animosity between the Malfoys and Prewetts/Weasleys, Miss Granger, started after one Prewett girl, Loretta Prewett, one of Molly’s maternal aunts, accused a Malfoy, back in the time, maybe in the 1920s of impregnating her, which was of course proven a lie, thanks to the ancient spell specific to the Malfoys, and Paternity Spell that proved another man had fathered the child.”

“The Prewetts, extending the enmity by marriage to the Weasleys, and money issues as well, during time, refused to see reason, and still carried grudges against us. Regardless of the facts; rumors were embellished and exaggerated turning the unsavory affair into a rape, to tarnish the Malfoy reputation.”

“The Prewetts and the Weasleys were envious, the brash and uncouth Weasley behavior was met with our Malfoy disdain ever since. It got worse after they joined Dumbledore 50 years ago in his schemes, so they searched for some ‘dirty laundry’ found this alleged ‘rape’ tidbit and revived it, as a harmful means against the Malfoys”.

Lucius snorted and continued with his discussion “You see Miss Granger, Lucretia Prewett (née Black), Molly’s Aunt by marriage was dying, Albus Dumbledore wanted either Lucretia or Harry to inherit the Black family Money, because Sirius Black was starting to become suspicious of Dumbledore’s real endeavors. So the respected headmaster killed the Potters, accused the Dark Lord, and he made Peter Pettigrew frame Sirius to keep him in Azkaban. He kept stalling the trial wanting him to die in there. Because once Sirius is ended, this leaves Lucretia as heiress, and Narcissa my wife (née Black) gets another half."

Taking a sip from his goblet he resumed, "Bear in mind, Miss Granger, Molly was the closest relative to Lucretia, so she becomes heiress when Lucretia dies in turn. Remember with whom the Prewetts and Weasleys are associated? When you saved Sirius, and he appointed Harry as his heir, Dumbledore relied on the Durselys to mess up Harry so much that he could be easily controlled afterwards. Who wanted to see Ginny and Harry married? Dumbledore, why? To control the money on both sides. why? To Finance his and Grindelwald’s plans. But thanks to our Dark Lord both charlatans were stopped.”

Severus scoffed “You will be amazed who is related to who in the Wizarding world, late Potter himself was related to many through inter-marriages including the Dark Lord through the Gaunt and Peverell family!”

"Actually everyone is related to everyone in this bloody magical Britain!” The Dark Lord harangued scoffing.

“Thank Salazar I am not a lost cousin to any one of you…” Severus snickered and sipped his last drop of alcohol.

Hermione’s world was blown to smithereens, with this information; it was akin to a hydrogen bomb deflagration, extinguishing all hope of denying that the headmaster was indeed a treacherous criminal, in spite of what he did to her!

Her heartbeat was thundering in her ears, the witch was feeling her head spinning and the answer she got made her look at Lucius and Lord Voldemort like they sprouted two heads and four appendages on their bodies. Her eyes were starting to be spotted with black dots, she was losing her bearings…but she needed to know, to make sure she heard correctly, before she lost consciousness, in a ragged and breathless tone she asked

“Albus Dumbledore killed the Potters?! Not you? How? Why? What about the Scar? How did you possess Harry?? And ….He had nightmares because of you… what about The Prophecy?!… ”

Then she couldn’t ask no more, and collapsed on the Dark Lord’s shoulder like a rag doll.

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