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Chapter 34: A Meeting of Devious Minds
Dear Mr. Malfoy,
I must admit I was rather surprised by your letter. But, I must confess, your kind offer of assistance is greatly appreciated. I had been so absorbed in the minutiae involved in the application to Mediwitch School that I had given little thought to how expensive it would be. It is a great source of relief to know that your generosity is so overwhelming. It is indeed a shame that we have not had a chance to better our acquaintance, and I am looking forward to meeting with you.
Professor Snape has suggested that "The Scarlet Quill" might be a good place for us to meet next Saturday. Since you and he are both members of that rather exclusive club, it would ensure that our meeting might take place in relative privacy. Hogsmeade will, of course, be quite crowded that day. But I doubt anyone will notice that he and I have (separately, of course) apparated into Knockturn Alley. Would one p.m. be a convenient time for you to meet with us?
Sincerely,
Helena H. Harrison
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Dear Miss Harrison,
A most splendid idea, my dear. I am looking forward to seeing both you and Professor Snape, and I am sure you will find the food, drink and atmosphere charming. One p.m. will be quite satisfactory.
Until then,
Lucius Malfoy
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Lucius Malfoy’s cold gray eyes swept over the tables in the room. His usual table had, of course, been reserved for him. It lay against the back of the room, affording a good view of the doorway and the rest of the tables, while allowing its occupants to hide in relative obscurity in the shadows thrown by the few lamps that lined the walls. He sipped at his wine while the fingertips of his left hand danced lightly upon the handle of his walking stick, which he had lain on top of the table. The surface of the silver snake’s head that adorned the top glinted faintly in the dim light and there was a hint of impatience in his gesture.
He glanced again at the clock. Five minutes after one o’clock now. It was hardly like Severus to be late. He wondered if Helena had inherited her mother’s annoying habit of always being late, or if some unforeseen complication had kept them from their appointed rendezvous. Then, to his surprise, he saw the door open, and Helena’s solitary figure pause in the doorway for several seconds.
He took in a breath as he studied her, she having moved just enough from the doorway to allow some of the light to fall upon her face. Since the day outside was crisply cold, but quite sunny, he had no doubt that her own eyes had not yet adjusted to the light, allowing him to gaze upon her with impunity.
He had to admit, she had gotten prettier in the two years since he had last seen her. Or was it simply that she held herself differently? There was a cool, confident tone to her body language now, and was refusing to be cowed by her surroundings or the interested, almost leering looks she was receiving from some of the other men in the room.
Charles, the maitre d’, was approaching her now, and with a single, smooth gesture, she dropped her hands into her pocket and retrieved a silver key and presented it to him. He bowed, and Lucius watched, appreciatively as her lips moved slightly, reading the words "Professor Snape" and "Mr. Malfoy" as they tumbled out of that soft mouth. With another bow, he bid her to follow him, and Lucius stood as they approached the table.
"Ah, Miss Harrison," he said, deftly reaching down for her hand and bringing it up to his own full but cold lips. "You look beautiful, my dear," he murmured, his eyes drifting over the beautiful black velvet robe which she was wearing. It was elegant and understated, and certainly showed her to have a better clothes sense than her unfortunate mother. That taste extended to her jewelry as well, for she wore only a pair of onyx earrings, circled in silver, and a small, matching brooch upon her bosom. All in all, the contrast between that and her pale, soft skin was remarkable. And quite alluring.
"That’s very kind of you to say," she murmured, softly, gracefully seating herself into the chair that Charles had pulled out for her.
His face was puzzled. "But where is Professor Snape?"
With a snap of his fingers, the candle upon the table had blazed into a small flame, allowing Lucius to better see her features as she hesitated for a moment, her eyes flashing briefly with what appeared to be anger.
"I am afraid," she began, suddenly dropping her eyes to study the elaborate glasses and silverware set before her, "that he was, at the last moment, unable to accompany me." She shrugged, and the next moment her head was held up proudly and defiantly. "I hope you aren’t too disappointed," she added, looking at him expectantly.
"No, not at all," he assured her, smoothly. "Although I am rather surprised that he would let you travel here by yourself," he added.
"Oh, I am quite able to take care of myself," she replied, just a hint of anger in her tone.
"Of course you are," he said. He drew his hands together and regarded her thoughtfully. "You haven’t had a ‘falling out’ have you?" There was quiet concern in his voice.
His suspicions seemed to be confirmed by the quick, red flush that suddenly appeared at her cheekbones. "Of course not," she said. Just a little too quickly. And then she seemed suddenly anxious to change the subject.
She raised her eyes and looked about the room. Her eyes must have adjusted to the darkness by now, and they took in the rich, dark wood and blood-red velvet that covered the walls and the ceiling. "This is quite beautiful," she murmured.
"Yes," he said. "A much more pleasant place to meet in than say, ‘The Leaky Cauldron’, or one of the other ‘common’ establishments to be found in Diagon Alley," he commented.
"It certainly seems to be," she said. "Not that I’ve had a vast amount of experience in dining out anywhere," she laughed. "Especially the last seven years."
"Oh, yes, the atmosphere of the Great Hall is rather lacking, isn’t it?" he commiserated. "Particularly now, with that abominable mob of half bloods and Mud bloods mucking up the place," he added in a whisper.
She laughed and made a small sighing sound.
"That is a beautiful robe," he said, reaching out with one hand to stroke appreciatively at the sleeve.
"Oh, do you like it?" She smiled again. "Severus insisted on buying it for me."
"Ah, I should have known," he said. "His favorite color, I see."
"Sometimes I think he is unaware that any other color exists," was her sardonic reply.
Malfoy chuckled appreciatively, and his smile was cool and calculating as he watched her nod at the waiter who had appeared with a bottle of champagne in his hand. While her eyes were focused on the liquid bubbling up into her own glass, he allowed himself to search her face again.
***"Indeed," he thought. "How very interesting. It appears the little minx is not quite so attached to her first lover as Severus may have thought. Maybe she is ready to move on from the dear, dour Potion’s Master’s bed. Which may make my plans even simpler than I had dared to hope."***
"Yes, he is rather monochromatic at times, isn’t he?" he whispered, lifting up his own, newly filled glass. "I was," he said, "just about to propose a toast to our dear, missing friend. But, perhaps he does not deserve it."
"Decidedly not," was Helena’s instant response.
"To your mother then?" asked Malfoy, eyebrows raised slightly.
She considered this for a moment, and then raised her own glass in response.
"To my mother," she said.
"A most beautiful woman-" Malfoy paused as Helena took a sip. "Who has given birth to an even more beautiful daughter," he finished, before taking his own sip.
She laughed softly and another slight blush came to her cheeks.
"Helena," he began, putting down his glass and reaching out to lightly trail his fingers along her own small, pale hand. "I am so happy that you appear so willing to forgive me. I wish with all my heart that I had been able to a part of your life."
She looked down at her hand, but made no attempt to move away. "May I ask you something?" she said, biting down on her lips slightly before raising her eyes to meet his again.
"Of course."
"Do your wife and son know about me?" Her eyes were openly curious.
He smiled slightly and drew his hand away to pick up the champagne glass again, bringing it to his lips for another sip before replying to her.
"I must say that Draco is, as yet, unaware of his relation to you. I don’t think the time has quite come to inform him of your existence. But, Narcissa has known about you for years," he said. "We have no secrets from each other."
"I see," she said, her forehead wrinkling in a slight frown.
"Obviously," he said, "Draco is my recognized son and heir. But, Narcissa understands that I have a duty to fulfill as regards you."
***"And," he added to himself, "A sincere sense of gratitude that I had a ‘spare heir’ somewhere else. Which meant that she did not have to jeopardize ‘losing her figure’ by undergoing another pregnancy. Or go through the humiliating process of childbirth again."***
"Oh?"
He shrugged elegantly, and drew out a small, dark blue booklet from one of his inner pockets. "Speaking of which-"
Helena took the object in her hand and opened it. It was a bankbook, from Gringott’s. The small vault key was attached to the inner sleeve of the cover, and the amount deposited within the account was written in a bold, clear handwriting at the top of the sheet on the first page. She gasped.
"Oh, Mr. Malfoy!"
"Lucius, please," he urged.
"Lucius," she amended. "I never expected….."
"Oh, tut, tut," he waved away her objections. "It is surely the least I can do for such a deserving young woman."
"But….."
"And your glass is empty," he chided, snapping his fingers. Instantly, another bottle of champagne appeared on the table, and her glass was refilled.
"Oh, I don’t know if I should," she protested. "I’m really not used to drinking much."
"Oh, relax," he laughed. "It’s just champagne."
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By three o’clock, another bottle had been emptied, and Helena’s pale skin had taken on a delightful shade of pink. She had insisted upon ordering something to eat, but Lucius constant questions had kept her from eating much. And, as glassful after glassful of champagne had disappeared into her mouth, she had found herself in an increasingly chatty mood, prattling on happily as he questioned her on her schoolwork and her life story.
Malfoy proved to be a remarkably interested and sympathetic listener. He clucked with concern upon hearing how she had grown up without a single house elf to wait upon her. And how drab and disheveled her grandmother’s neglected mansion had become over the year. Not at all kept up as it should have been, he sighed.
And, she had admitted, one of the worst things was to grow up thinking that coarse, uncouth, and ill-mannered Herbert Harrison was her father.
"When I was a little girl, I was so embarrassed by him," she admitted, finding to her dismay that tears were starting to stream down her face.
In a moment, Malfoy had retrieved a clean, white handkerchief out of the pocket of his jacket.
"I just never dreamed," she said, pausing to wipe the tears away, "that my real father was so wonderfully cultured and so….." she paused took in a deep breath. "So handsome," she added in a whisper.
"Oh, my dear, that’s so kind of you to say," he purred, reaching out to grasp her hand again.
"Oh, my, I’m making quite a spectacle out of myself," she protested, rising to her feet. "Perhaps I’d better go…..tidy up a bit," she said.
He nodded, sympathetically and reluctantly let go of her hand. His smile broadened as he surveyed her retreating figure.
She had already excused herself twice to visit the ladies room, and each time her footsteps were just a little more unsteady.
He contemplated his own glass of champagne. With another snap of his fingers, the liquid in his drained away, and her glass refilled. He had been doing this all afternoon, appearing to keep up with her glass by glass, when actually he had barely had more than a single taste. He stood and held her chair for her again as she made her way back to the table. She stopped for a moment, and laughed self-consciously.
"Oh, dear, I suppose I really should be getting back to Hogsmeade, and Hogwarts," she said, swaying just slightly.
"Oh, but we’re having such a pleasant time," he chided. "And I did hope to show you your apartment this afternoon also," he added, his voice dipping down into a musical lilt.
"Oh, but I promised Severus that I’d be back by four o’clock," she said, a tone of deep regret in her voice as she sat down.
"Or what-you’ll turn into a pumpkin?" he joked. Then he drew his eyebrows together. "Does he really expect you to do everything he says?" he asked, in a concerned whisper.
"Sometimes," she admitted, with more than a hint of resentment in her tone.
Malfoy’s raised his eyebrows in a questioning manner.
"Helena," he reproached.
"Most of the time," she amended.
"So, let’s teach him a lesson and keep him waiting," he whispered, conspiratorially.
She giggled, and gave a slight hiccup. "Yes, let’s!" she agreed.
"To your apartment?" he asked, raising up from his chair and taking the walking stick in his hand as he strode over and stood beside her chair.
"To MY apartment," she agreed.
She stood up and gratefully took his arm. "Is it far?" she asked.
"Oh, no, very near," he assured her.
"Oh." She paused again. "You know I never asked you-is it furnished?"
"Oh, yes," he said, nodding his head emphatically as he began to lead her out of the restaurant. "Fully furnished, my dear. Curtains and towels and chairs and tables and dishes." He held the door open for her and gestured her ahead of him into the street.
***And a lovely bed. Which I hope to have you in within an hour’s time.***
He had feared that the brisk wind and cool temperature might serve to sober her up a bit. But, he found, as they made their way through the streets, that although her step was not quite as unsteady as it had been, she still required him to stop and let her rest every so often.
"I can’t believe it," she said one time as they stood on a corner. "I’m finally here in magical London and being treated like an adult!" she crowed.
"Doesn’t Professor Snape treat you like an adult?" he questioned, pulling her cloak around her more firmly. To his delight, she did not seem to notice, or at least did not pull back as his fingers trailed down the front of her cloak.
"Oh, no," she said, grimacing. "He’s always bossing me around, telling me what to do."
"Yes," he said, urging her to begin walking again. "I think that is a common complaint when a young woman such as yourself takes up with an older man."
They had arrived at the door of the apartment building. With a flourish, Lucius retrieved the key from his pocket.
"Here we are," he murmured, ushering her in.
"He’s not that much older," she objected, her voice rather slurred and irritated.
"Oh, I think Severus was ‘born old’."
"Well-" she glanced around and then gestured at him to draw nearer. "He can certainly be a poker-faced stick-in-the-mud sometimes," she admitted. She shook her head. "Not like you. You’re fun!"
"Oh, how nice of you to say so," he murmured, trying his best to hurry her up the stairs.
A few moments later, they had arrived at the apartment door. Lucius again produced a key and unlocked the door. The door swung inward and Helena took a step backwards into the hall, gasping with delight.
"It’s gorgeous!" she exclaimed.
"Yes, and it’s even more gorgeous if you step INSIDE," urged Lucius.
She looked at him blankly for a moment and then giggled again before allowing him to push her through the doorway.
As Lucius closed and locked the door carefully, Helena slowly turned around in a circle, her eyes taking in the rich fabric and elaborate furnishings of the room.
"This is amazing," she whispered.
"But, rather warm don’t you think?" Lucius’ hands tugged at her cloak. "I’ll hang this up for you."
She nodded dumbly and allowed him to take the garment off. He hung the cloak up in the closet and then went in search of her. She had disappeared into the kitchen.
"Anything to eat?" she asked. "I’m hungry."
"No," he said, coming up behind her. "But, I do have one last bottle of champagne."
She shook her head grimly. "No, no, no," she said firmly. "I’ve had quite enough!" With an emphatic nod of her head, she sat down at the table.
Malfoy had already uncorked the bottle and a fresh stream of bubbles was running down the side as he hurriedly produced some glasses out of the cupboard. "Oh, come now. Just one more glass can’t hurt anything," he wheedled.
She shook her head again, this time hitting the table with her fist. "No!"
He bent down over her. "Just one sip. One tiny little sip."
She looked up at him and hiccuped again. "’kay. Jus’ one liddle sip," she said.
He held out the glass for her and raised it to her lips. She took a small sip, and then stopped and smiled at him just before her eyes rolled back into her head and she slid off of the chair unto the floor. Malfoy smiled down at her and retrieved his wand from his pocket. Pointing it at her, he murmured "Mobilicorpus," and within a few seconds her body floated upwards from the floor.
"Let’s get you into the bedroom, shall we?" he murmured, gesturing with his wand as he directed her unconscious form back through the doorway. He quickly managed to get her into the desired room, and deposited her still body unto the bed. He stood over the bed for a moment, wondering if he should use his bare hands or his wand to undress her. Smiling, he decided to treat himself by using his own hands. But, he had barely managed to undo the top three buttons of her robe when a loud banging began on the door of the apartment. He frowned and pulled his wand out of his pocket, and took a few steps towards the living room. But, the banging suddenly stopped, and a voice rang out.
"Lucius! Helena! I demand that you open this door immediately!"
Malfoy gulped. It was Severus’ voice. And he sounded enraged.
He turned quickly and waved his wand in Helena’s direction. Instantly, the buttons refastened themselves. He hastily made his way to the front door and unlocked it.
"Severus," he began, his voice cheerful as he flung open the door. "How nice of you to join us!"
Snape stalked in, his black robes swirling angrily around him, and slammed the door behind him.
"Where is she?" he demanded.
"She’s in the other room," replied Malfoy, innocently.
Snape’s eyes narrowed dangerously, and Malfoy found himself raising his wand up as the dark man stepped near him.
"Severus!"
It was Helena’s voice. She was standing, very shakily in the door of the bedroom. "What are you doing here?"
He glided over to her and grabbed her around the shoulders. Luckily, his grip was tight, for Malfoy doubted that she would have remained upright otherwise.
"You were supposed to be back to Hogsmeade an hour ago!"
"Well, we, just, ah…." Helena sputtered away for several seconds, until Lucius sought to intervene.
"She wanted to see her apartment, Severus," explained Malfoy smoothly. "And she was a little tired, so she laid down for a nap."
"Tired! Drunk you mean!" snarled Snape, sniffing at her breath with disgust.
"Just a little, teeny bit of champagne," she protested.
"Tell me, Severus-" There was a different, suspicious tone in Malfoy’s voice now. "How did you know where we were? How did you find us?"
Snape’s eyes blazed at him for a moment, and then his fingers circled around the onyx brooch still pinned unto Helena’s robe. "I took the precaution of placing a locating charm upon this broach," he hissed. "When you failed to return to Hogsmeade, I was able to apparate to the building where you were," he said to Helena. But not, unfortunately," he added, his eyes glaring into Malfoy’s cold stare, "into the room where you were."
"Now come on," he said, pulling her roughly by the arm. "I have to get you back to Hogwarts without anyone seeing how drunk you are." He angrily pulled open the door and prepared to lead Helena through it. At the last moment, she pulled back and began to pummel him angrily on the chest.
"This is JUST like you," she began. "Always telling me what to do. Never letting me have any fun."
"I dare say that you, even drunk as you are, are not prepared for the FUN that your precious father has in mind for you," he said.
"What do you mean?" she said, blankly.
"Yes, Severus, what are you insinuating?" Malfoy’s tone was cold and scornful.
"You know very well what I mean," he answered. "And so would you," he said, turning to Helena, "if you weren’t so damn inebriated."
"I’m not briembated," she protested.
He sighed and shoved her through the doorway. "Do NOT ever try this again, Lucius," he warned.
He turned and went through the doorway himself, and Malfoy caught a glimpse of Helena struggling in his arms before Snape pulled out his wand and performed the apparation charm. He stood, watching the spot where they had vanished, for several minutes. Then he slowly walked back into the kitchen to retrieve his walking stick. With a frown, he directed the head towards the bottle of champagne that was still standing on the table. A streak of light flew out of it, surrounded the bottle and a few moments later, the glass vessel had disappeared. And there was a very unhappy scowl upon his own face as he apparated out of the apartment.
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The next morning, an owl delivered a special package to the Malfoy mansion. Luckily, Lucius was alone in his office when he opened it. He recognized the handwriting, of course, and a small, smug grin had appeared on his face as he slashed through the sealed envelope. A few seconds later, the photographs had tumbled out into his lap, and his hands began to shake as he realized the images of him that had been captured and preserved. It took him several minutes before he was calm enough to read the accompanying letter:
Dear Lucius,
I am sure you have taken a glance at the photographs and realized that, although I did not escort Helena to the meeting yesterday, I took the precaution of sending someone along with her. Someone, conveniently enough, who was in possession of a camera and an invisibility cloak. Please be assured that I have no doubt what you attempted to do yesterday. And that, should you ever try to blackmail me with those pictures and socks that were stolen from Helena’s desk, I would have no recourse but to send these interesting pictures on to ‘The Daily Prophet.’ And, as much of a scandal could be made from a teacher seducing a student, I’m sure the sight of Lucius Malfoy, Governor of the School, seducing a young witch would be exponentially much more damaging to your reputation, such as it is. Especially if I were forced to reveal that she is your own daughter. I am sure that, upon further contemplation, it is to our best interest to forget this silly misunderstanding, and to remain colleagues in our more important work.
Sincerely,
S. Snape
P.S. I have also taken the further precaution of transferring something to Helena that will ensure her loyalty to me, while allowing you to keep your own word to our mutual friend. Just in case you had plans to try and meet with her ‘privately’ again. I am sure you can guess what that is.
A few moments later, the house elves covered their ears and ran as they heard the shrieks and sounds of glass smashing inside the room.
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Meanwhile, in his own office, the Headmaster was slowly going through a pile of photographs, peering at each one in turn, giving each a careful examination before going on to the next. Since they were magical pictures, they were moving, of course. One picture of Malfoy kissing Helena’s hand, one of him reaching out to caress her across the table, another of him wiping tears away from her face. And combined with the others showing him plying her with champagne and holding her as she stumbled, drunkenly, against his arm, they managed to capture that long afternoon in all of its horrible hideousness. And, of course, the most damning of all was the one which showed him unbuttoning her robes as she lay unconscious on the bed. At last, he shuffled them all back into a pile and placed them on the top of his desk.
"Yes, these appear quite satisfactory," he proclaimed. "Although, I must say I am glad that Professor Snape was able to intervene when he did."
"Well, actually, Headmaster, Mr. Malfoy would not have been able to proceed much farther," said Helena. "You see, Professor Snape had also taken the precaution of placing a…..protective spell upon me."
"Ah, I see," murmured Dumbledore, nodding his head thoughtfully.
Snape shifted uneasily in his chair and Helena allowed a small grin to break out upon her lips. Actually, it might have been rather funny to see Malfoy’s reaction to the ‘sealing spell’ that Severus had placed between her legs. Although, she shivered, it was probably best that they hadn’t had to resort to that.
Dumbledore’s eyes looked over at Helena. "You are absolutely sure he was not aware that you already had received the Mark?"
She nodded. "Absolutely."
"So, hopefully," continued Snape, "He will believe it is something I did impulsively, in a fit of jealousy. Not something I had planned out in advance as a protective measure for her own sake."
"Well," the headmaster clasped his hands in front of him and nodded again. "It would appear that this is quite sufficient evidence to give Mr. Malfoy pause. And ensure that he does not dare to attempt to blackmail Professor Snape without fear of retaliation."
"But, yet allow him to save face with Voldemort, by still being able to say that she has been brought over to the Dark Side."
"Yes."
There was a long silence.
"I am afraid," Dumbledore began, "That in all honesty this will hardly be the worst thing that you will be forced to do if you continue to serve as a spy for me in this great struggle."
Helena nodded. "Well, just being with Malfoy was hard enough. But, it would have been much worse if Severus hadn’t given me that potion which kept my mind clear even while my body reacted to the alcohol."
"I suppose," Snape said, leaning back and folding his arms, "That you have already returned Mr. Potter’s invisibility cloak to him."
"Oh, yes," Dumbledore smiled and nodded. "Though, of course, he has no idea that it was you who needed to use it."
"No doubt," replied Snape sardonically. "Or he would have asked you to have it fumigated before you returned it."
"I’m sure that Malfoy will wonder who was under that cloak," mused Dumbledore.
"Well, I think the last person he’s going to suspect is Lewis," retorted Helena, turning to regard the quiet young man by her side. And remembering, rather guiltily, how white and shaken Lewis had been once she and Snape had gotten him back to Hogsmeade and removed the cloak.
"I guess a part of me knew he was evil," replied Lewis, shaking his head. "But I kept trying to convince myself that he was truly concerned about her. And that Professor Snape was the one who had seduced her against her will. I couldn’t believe that he was out to seduce Helena for himself. Especially," he grimaced again and swallowed down the bile from his throat, "since he admitted he was her own father."
Dumbledore sighed and nodded again. "If you wish, Mr. Thurston, I will obliviate you."
"No, sir, that won’t be necessary," replied the young man, grimly.
"I am hopeful, Mr. Thurston, that Mr. Malfoy will not be asking anything further of you during the short time that remains for Miss Harrison to be at Hogwarts," said Dumbledore.
"But, if he does, I’ll let you know," he replied.
Dumbledore nodded again. "And, hopefully, Mr. Malfoy is not too well acquainted with the old Muggle practice, quaintly referred to as ‘the badger game’."
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