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A World Not Fit To Live In	By : snowblind12 & Lissa Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 78125 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter Thirty-Five
Beta Love – RaynePhoenix2
The table was quiet, and Hermione was trying her best to be respectful of Lucius' somber mood, but she couldn't help the overwhelming relief she was feeling in this moment. Despite her physical and mental trauma of the day before, her appetite was more than it had been in weeks and her oatmeal with berries and cream never tasted better. She was in a great mood.
The only thing that was dampening her joy was that its impetus was the same as Lucius' despair. Draco had not woken and seemed to be in a coma of some sort. Praise be to Godric, Merlin, Morgana, the North Star, or whatever deity was responsible. It had to have been divine intervention, after all. There was no question that she and her mother had been on the brink of being murdered side by side and in horrific fashion.
She had felt it coming. Draco had been so unusually quiet. It had been an ominous sign, as sure as seeing a grim or breaking a mirror. A calm before the storm. Despite her intuition, despite knowing his wrath would likely come in short order, somehow, she had not allowed herself to imagine it would involve her mother. How did she constantly manage to underestimate the little dickfuck? She took a swallow of her herbal tea and silently prayed the bastard would never wake up.
She shifted in her chair to move the pressure point on her bum. While Snape had healed her filleted skin easily with dittany and pain potions and bruise pastes had helped immensely as well, she was still quite sore. Thinking back on it, Hermione couldn't help but compare herself to a cat who was going through its nine lives very quickly. It was rather a miracle she was even alive this morning, much less sitting in the dining room and having breakfast.
The worst had been her jaw; that had been some of the most horrific pain she had ever felt and looking back on it, she couldn't believe she had corrected her own dislocation. If she had to do it again, she didn't know if she could. It had definitely been a sheer adrenaline reaction. She knew one thing about herself, though; when staring death in the face, she had no qualms giving the bastard a firm FU.
After Severus had delivered Hermione to Lucius' suite and Jane had been settled into the mistress suite, Hermione had promptly joined her mom and crawled into bed with her. Why Lucius had bothered even separating them was beyond the Gryffindor. The two women had just fallen asleep when Snape had brought Healer Jacobs to them to double check the treatments the Headmaster had administered. Hermione had demanded that Healer Jacobs assess Jane first. Fortunately, her mother fared much better than herself. Despite having been strung up for a few hours, her injuries had been more superficial in nature and mainly involved a lot of strain in her arms and shoulders. Hermione had been impressed with how the wizard had been very reassuring to her mum and had explained everything he was doing as he looked her over, in spite of her being a Muggle. Hermione had found herself wondering if he had a Muggle parent given how comfortable he was. She then remembered that Lucius had arranged for Healer Jacobs to treat her mother after that first night, so she knew they had met before.
She was pulled from her memories of the day before by her mother's enquiring voice. "Hermione, why are you only eating oatmeal while Lucius and I are eating full breakfasts?"
Hermione paused mid chew and looked up and into the questioning and now slightly accusatory stare of her mother. A stare that was pointedly not directed at her.
Lucius seemed to almost jolt in his chair, as though he had been a million miles away. "Oh, quite right." He looked at Hermione. "Forgive me." He cleared his throat. "Bilby."
The elf was instantly at his side. "Yes, Mr. Malfoy, sir?"
"From now on, Miss Granger is to receive the same meals as the rest of the table. No more lesser cuts of meats and no more oatmeal. Unless she requests it, that is. She is to be served the same as any Malfoy."
"Yes, sir." The elf then turned to face Hermione. "Is there something in particular I can bring you right now while your breakfast is being prepared?"
Hermione exhaled with relief and smiled, "I'd love a cup of Earl Grey with a touch of milk?"
"Certainly."
When the elf left, Lucius looked at Jane Granger and offered by way of explanation, "I'm afraid that was my son's doing. I apologize for not rectifying it immediately this morning."
For her part, Jane merely nodded in acceptance of the explanation before her eyes moved back to her daughter. She had only discovered Hermione was pregnant the day before. "What did Healer Jacobs say? About the pregnancy, I mean? Is everything okay?"
"He said the fetus appears unharmed and all his diagnostic charms show he's healthy."
Jane watched her daughter and then looked at Lucius again. Her voice was firm and with no small hint of accusation. "My daughter is pregnant, Mr. Malfoy. What do you plan to do differently to prevent harm from coming to her or to my grandchild again?"
Hermione let out a small gasp. "Mum! This was not his fault. You know his situation and you know there is only so much he can do! We have talked about this."
Jane answered Hermione but her narrow eyes stayed on Lucius. "You are in his home which he is the Master of. You can not tell me he did not and does not have options."
"Mummy, please."
"It's alright, Hermione. Your mother has every reason to be upset. You are her daughter, and she loves you every bit as much as I love my son."
"Your son is an absolute menace and belongs in a mental ward," Jane responded.
Hermione closed her eyes and exhaled heavily. "Stop. Now is not the time."
Lucius looked from Jane to Hermione. How could he deny it when what the woman said was true? Draco was mad. There was no denying it. There was not even a sliver of hope.
Lucius stole a quick glance about the room to confirm the absence of Ediva's traitorous spying and, finding her gone, allowed himself to share what he had been fighting, to admit what he had tried to deny.
"Your words are truer that even you realize, Madam Granger." Lucius picked up his cup and took a large swallow of tea for courage. His gaze moved to Hermione's questioning one. "There is a madness that runs in the Black family. It is non-discriminatory and very random in whom it afflicts. It has skipped generations only to come back with a vengeance and reap its destruction on multiple at once." Lucius let out a sigh. It was the first time he had ever confided that long-kept secret to anyone.
Hermione put down the tea Bilby had brought her as she absorbed what Lucius had just confided. After a moment's thought, her eyes grew wide. "Bellatrix!"
Lucius' pewter gaze met hers with silent acquiescence. "Yes, she was the first to be affected in many, many years."
Jane's gaze softened slightly. "And your son?"
Lucius fiddled with his napkin before meeting the beautiful, chocolate orbs he loved that were on the wrong face. "Ever since the battle, he has been different, deteriorating. I think it's possible the death of Narcissa did something to him and it triggered the…illness."
No one said anything as the obviously upset patriarch took another swallow of his tea.
"He didn't use to be like this," Lucius added under his breath. "Opinionated and spoiled, yes. But never abusive like this and never did he harbor so much hate."
Hermione couldn't help the response that escaped her mouth. "Lucius, Draco has always been hateful. I don't think you and Narcissa understand what he was like at Hogwarts."
Lucius shook his head. "To you, yes. He was a bigot and a right little arsehole, I'm sure! I'm ashamed to admit that was my fault. I raised him to believe the same nonsense that I had been raised to believe. He was never violent, though! I'm telling you he lost his reason and has suffered a complete personality change because of it."
"Oh, Lucius. I don't question the madness. You know your son better than I do, but he has been vile ever since I've known him! I don't see this change in him that you do."
Lucius could feel his anger swelling. Why couldn't she understand? Draco had not always been this way. Why wouldn't she see reason and give him some peace? It was important she know that he had not raised such a monster. "Perhaps, but did you ever know him to be physically abusive? Did he ever lay a hand on you before you were presented to us?"
Hermione was shocked at Lucius' denial. "Only because he couldn't have even if he had tried! I would have fought him, and lord knows Harry and Ron would have killed him. He is only as reprehensible as he always was, Lucius. It's just that under the rule of that demonic thing he calls Lord, he now gets to do what he wants. His hate harbors no boundaries and his desired victims have no defense. He is free to unleash his worst self!"
Lucius tossed his napkin on the table, his voice was raised as he snapped back, "I know my son, Miss Granger. As awful and abusive as he has been these past couple months, and as much as he seems to have affinity for this behavior, this is not who he is. Or at least it's not who he used to be. He is sick!"
The room was silent, and Lucius regretted his outburst. He held up his left hand in way of apology and continued in a more controlled voice, "I have thought long and hard about it. I believe it is a madness of obsession. Just as Bella is obsessed with the Dark Lord and terrorizing others on his behalf, Draco is the same. I regret I do not know about how prior ancestors were affected." He straightened his shoulders and pushed himself up to stand. "Please excuse me, I need to check on him."
Hermione felt a pang of loss when he left without meeting her eye and without a kiss or even a touch. Why had he never told her about Draco's illness?
"Hermione, if what you said yesterday is true? And you love that man? Well, you are in an impossible situation. He basically has to choose between his son and the woman he loves. Don't make it easy by pushing him away when he needs you most. You don't have to agree with him, but don't argue with him."
Hermione recognized the truth of her mother's words. It was nothing she had not contemplated before. Right now, however… right now there was something else that disturbed her. Madness. Madness in the Black genes. Her hand draped over her belly protectively. Did that mean there would be madness in her son?
Hermione turned when she heard Bilby enter and announce, "Healer Jacobs is here."
She did not miss the way the Healer only had eyes for her mother as he walked in.
"I just wanted to check on you both before I attend to the younger Malfoy," he offered in way of explanation.
"Oh, thank you, Barnaby," Jane's soft voice rang out.
Hermione's eyes shot from the healer to her mother in shock. Barnaby?
"I'm expected upstairs but thought I could attend to you both quickly. You know, just to be sure you aren't in need of medical attention."
"That's very considerate of you. I do still have an ache in my right shoulder that is quite a nuisance."
"Oh, oh. I have just the thing. I was able to procure some of that paste I mentioned before. The one that has the menthol mixed in it for that icy-hot combination."
Hermione leaned back in her chair and watched as Healer Jacobs, aka Barnaby, was on her mother like a bee on honey.
When she noticed a soft look of appreciation and… a twinkle? in her mother's eyes as well, Hermione knew something was up. She felt a flash of frustration. Her father had only been gone a month or so! After a moment, however, she felt that initial reaction fade as she watched them interact and realized how unfair it was of her to feel that way. Her mother had been through hell and back and deserved happiness where she could find it. A small smile couldn't be stopped as she watched how respectful and cautious the two of them were being towards each other. Whatever this was, it was new and fragile.
Lucius was pacing. He knew the healer had arrived, the wards told him so. He was just about to go find the man when he finally entered Draco's suite.
"I apologize, Mr. Malfoy. I quickly tended to the women downstairs before coming up."
"Fine. Fine," Lucius responded wearily as he watched the healer approach Draco and pull several wands out of his satchel.
Healer Jacobs went through his assessment motions slowly and thoroughly and Lucius felt a knot in his throat when the man looked at him with sorrow.
"Your son remains in coma, Mr. Malfoy. I am sorry to say that his condition is beyond my scope of ability to treat."
"Who do I need to consult? Tell me a name. The best in the field. I'll pay whatever it takes."
The healer cleaned his glasses and was about to respond when Lucius felt the wards react to another arrival.
"Excuse me, Healer Jacobs. It seems the Manor has a visitor. Stay with him until I return."
As Lucius made it down the main staircase and into the entrance foyer, he was confused by who was visiting and felt his irritation grow that someone dared to come at such a time of crisis. When he made it to the foyer, it was to find a very attractive couple who were having their cloaks tended to by the elves. The man was tall with broad shoulders and short sandy blond hair. His face bore the five o'clock shadow of a long day. His companion was a curvaceous and slightly younger woman with long, wavy black hair and olive skin.
Janky looked up at his master. "Master Mind Healer, Etan Browne, sir, and his wife and mediwitch, Rose."
Lucius' jaw fell as his memory came back to him like a bludger to the head. He immediately stepped forward to greet the healer he had written weeks ago and begged to come. The man was specialist from Siberia whom he had hoped could help with slowing Draco's illness.
Lucius held out his hand. "Of course, of course. I'm thrilled you could come. Thank you!"
The healer shook the hand in return as he casually glanced about the elaborate entrance foyer. "Well, I must admit that your letter intrigued me, Mr. Malfoy. I was in the middle of tending the crisis of an Arabian sheik however and was only able to leave yesterday."
Lucius extended his hand to Rose and fell into two of the most beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen. "Mrs. Browne. So glad you could join your husband on such a far journey."
"I'm afraid I would be at a loss without her, Mr. Malfoy. My Rose is one of the most knowledgeable mediwitches around when it comes to diseases and plagues of the mind. She is an essential key to our success."
Lucius gestured for them to follow and led them into his study where he was pleased to find the elves had quickly laid out assorted beverages, sandwiches, pastries, and stew.
"Please, have a seat and have something to eat and drink. You must be hungry from your journey. Portkey International travel can be quite tiresome. My son's circumstances have changed since I wrote you and I need to fill you in."
After insisting on Unbreakable Vows to keep it a secret, Lucius proceeded to tell them everything. From the day of the battle to his change in personality. He talked about the strong hate and violence, as well as the verbal and physical abuse. He admitted to what his son had been doing when he collapsed. In short, Lucius held nothing back.
It was less than thirty-minutes later that Lucius led the couple into Draco's suite.
Upon introducing them to Healer Jacobs, the surprised man practically stumbled over his words of praise. "Master Healer Etan Browne! And Mediwitch Browne as well! Forgive my excitement. I have long admired your work. Your essays and study's on Obliviation illness are some of the most groundbreaking I've come across. I would love the opportunity to discuss them with you should you have time. I also enjoyed the recent study you published in "Mind over Matter" on the effects of long-term Cruciatus. I have a couple at St. Mungo's I have been treating for almost twenty years. Any insight you could provide would…" He stopped speaking abruptly and his face turned slightly pink. "Forgive me. Forgive my impertinence, Mr. Malfoy." He met the stern eyes of Lucius and then looked at Draco. He gestured towards the unconscious patient. "This is why you are here." He stepped back and allowed the couple to approach the bedside.
Master Eton spoke without taking his eyes off the patient. "Time of his collapse?"
Lucius moved forward. "Around noon yesterday."
Healer Browne lifted Draco's eyelids as a light from his wand flicked back and forth to assess his pupil response. "And has he regained consciousness at any point?"
Healer Jacobs shook his head. "No, and from what I can tell this is an algarum multi episode and while I don't know how many layers, as I couldn't see past level six, I did sense a dark spell that is virulent with its movements. I believe it is a behavioral charm of some sort, but it is nothing I have ever seen before. In fact, I didn't discover it until this morning despite treating the young man for a concussion several weeks ago, as well as yesterday after he collapsed. It seems rather rooted, however. As though it has been there for some time."
Lucius watched as Healer Browne moved quickly. His wife handed him several rods, some metal in appearance and a few that were wooden. He watched in curiosity as the man laid three of them, each a different color, around Draco's head so that they overlapped. The rods bent easily as though they were made of something pliable. He then took a wand and held it over Draco's head as he chanted words in a language Lucius did not understand, although it sounded Russian.
Suddenly, layers of colors seemed to be pulled from Draco's forehead. Beautiful shades of primaries and pastels that reached for the healer's wand, yet did not break free from Draco. It was as though they were made of rubber bands and as the healer pulled them taught, Lucius feared they would rupture.
A subtle black shadow that moved like smoke wisped amongst the blue and green layers that were closest to the wand and furthest from Draco. "Fascinating," Rose whispered.
"Quite," agreed Etan. "Healer Jacobs, your assessment was quite sound." When the bands seemed to stretch no further, Rose took the wand from Etan and the layers of color faded into nothingness. Without looking away from Draco, the healer asked, "Mr. Malfoy, is your son's Occlumency unique to him or is his skill inherited?"
"How did you…?"
He sighed heavily as he turned back to face Lucius. "It's what I do, Mr. Malfoy. Please, answer the question."
"Draco inherited his Occlumency skill from me, just as I inherited mine from my father and so on. We have always been proficient at keeping others out as well as self-occluding."
"That confirms what I suspected."
"Tell me, please. Will my son be alright? What does Occlusion have to do with his current state?"
Etan looked back at Lucius, wearily. "It would be best if we sit while I explain." He glanced back at his wife. "How many eaters do we have?"
"We still have six. I don't know if the ones at home are mature enough to be used yet."
"Use all six. The way the it's rooted, I worry if even that will be enough."
"Oh, I've heard about these, but never seen them used." Healer Jacobs said excitedly before clearing his throat in embarrassment.
"Eaters?" Lucius asked.
"I think it's best we sit. My wife will get started while I explain."
The three wizards left the Mediwitch to her craft and headed back downstairs to the study. As soon as the three were seated, the Mind Master began to speak.
"Mr. Malfoy forgive my bluntness, but I don't know if I can save your son. He has two separate pathological issues at play. One is self-induced and the other is a curse. An ancient curse I have only encountered one other time in my vast experience."
"A curse? What kind of curse?"
"It actually has a few names because it was so rare that each time it was discovered it was believed to be the first. Infidelitatis, Proditur charm, and Opposita Veritati to name a few."
Healer Jacobs bounced in his seat. "This is very rare indeed."
Master Eton nodded his head in agreement. "I've seen it once, about twenty years ago in Hong Kong. A female sorceress used it on her lover who had grown to despise her and her jealousy after he fell in love with another witch."
"I don't understand. What does this curse do?" Lucius asked as he rubbed his head.
"In short, it causes a person to flip their allegiance or their loyalty towards a living thing. Anyone who was loved is now hated, anyone who was feared, is now revered. Anyone who was mildly liked, is now mildly disliked. The intensity of the emotion or feeling is the same, it's just goes in the opposite direction. It's been used for personal as well as political reasons. Do you have any idea who might have cast this curse on your son?"
Lucius closed his eyes. He was going to kill Bellatrix. If it was the last thing he did. It certainly had to have come from her. "I have an idea." He swallowed heavily. "Can you cure him Master Healer Browne?"
The healer smiled sadly. "First off, call me Etan. To answer your question, I don't know. But we are going to try."
Healer Jacobs asked, "You'll use the eaters?"
"I'm sorry, eaters?" Lucius asked.
"This is why we needed to be sitting. How squeamish are you, Mr. Malfoy?"
"Call me Lucius and I'm not squeamish at all."
"Eaters are the common name of larvae parasites that consume curses. There are different types of parasites that cure many different ailments. Maggots can be used to eat away the dead tissue from a non-healing wound, certain worms can be ingested to cure stomach ailments, and eaters are used for brain spells and curses. They are highly effective against certain ones and not so effective against others. Your son's curse, however, has been deemed incurable for centuries. It is said it's as effective as the killing curse only it moves much slower."
Lucius' ears began to ring with panic. "So, there's no hope? My son is dying?"
"I didn't say there is no hope, Lucius. Others have said it is incurable, not I. Rose and I have been breeding a new type of eater. One that feeds on Dark Magic specifically. There are too many dark curses that plague the mind and it is our hope to find a cure. We have had success. I must confess, however, that the spell corrupting your boy is very complex and strongly rooted. We have not tested the parasites on such a complicated process before.
"But this could be it? This could cure him of the spell and bring him back to the way he used to be?"
"Lucius, I mentioned there were two ailments that needed to be dealt with. The spell is one, the other is of your son's making. He has Occluded himself to the deepest recesses of his mind. You see, the brain has layers and layers of levels of conscious thought which lead to more layers of sub-conscious thought. The colors you observed earlier represent those layers. I can only make an educated guess, but I believe your son was self-Occluding very strongly when the curse was cast. It knocked his self-Occlumency to the deepest level of his subconscious.
"But if he was self-Occluding, how could he have so much hate? Our emotions are dulled when we utilize this skill," Lucius pointed out.
Etan looked at him with patient understanding. "The mind is a very complex thing, Lucius. Draco was cursed to feel emotions at the very same time he was Occluding himself from them. I believe the curse has been influencing his behavior while his Oocclusion has been protecting his subconscious and his sense of self.
"However, something caused that self-Occlusion to crack. When I was examining him, I could see it. It was small but certainly enough for Draco to get a glimpse of what he's been protecting himself from. It was enough to cause his defense mechanisms to slam the door on consciousness. In short, he won't wake up until he is ready to wake up and I have no idea how long that might be."
When the three men reentered the bedroom, it was to see Rose levitating a small bug, no larger than the tip of a quill, from a little container to Draco's nose. She offered by way of explanation, "The nose and ears are the entrance points. The eyes don't work as well, and patients have woken with optic nerve damage. We haven't had any issues using the ears or nose, though."
"Is that the last one?" Etan asked his wife as he stepped close to her side.
"We have one more. I decided to cast another sterilization charm on them before I began."
Etan chuckled. "Always so cautious, my little germophobe."
Lucius was exhausted. The healers were in their guest suite and had asked to eat in private. Lucius didn't blame them and was relieved he would not have to play dinner host after such a long day. Their suite was next to Draco's so that they could check on him as needed. Janky would see to their every need and come to Lucius if his presence was desired at any point.
When he entered his own suite, Hermione was in his bed wearing nothing but a small smile. Her voice was soft, and her simple words calmed him. "I missed you today."
Lucius approached the bed and when her worried eyes met his own, she climbed towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her small body pressed up against his chest and warmed a chill he hadn't realize he had been suffering. He exhaled deeply and buried his nose into her soft curls as his hands and arms coiled around her and held her close.
Her words sounded muffled as she pressed her face into the crook of his neck. "I'm sorry that you are hurting, Lucius."
His fingertips trailed lightly up the soft skin of her back and then back down again, but this time along her sides.
She let out a small squeal and grabbed his hands as she proclaimed, "That tickles!"
Unable to resist, he mercilessly wiggled his fingers along her ribs causing the most wonderful sound to erupt from her mouth. Laughter. Loud peels of pure and playful joy rang throughout the room. He didn't think he had ever heard her laugh with such abandon.
"Lucius! Stop!" she yelled out as she fell back upon the mattress, naked and stunning. Her face was radiant, and her eyes were bright.
He slipped onto the bed and grabbed her hands and held them against the mattress as he studied her face.
Her giggling subsided as her bottom lip was sucked into her mouth and pinned down by perfect teeth. Her eyes traced from his mouth to his eyes and he couldn't miss the seductive gaze for what it was. An invitation.
A flick of his wand and soft coils of rope wrapped around her wrists and drew her hands gently over her head. If she tugged on them with any real effort, they would release their hold, but he was relieved when he saw no fear in her eyes. He loved that she trusted him so despite what she had been through.
Lucius had not played this game with her before and made his intentions perfectly clear when he quickly conjured a peacock feather and held it before her.
Her eyes grew wide and she screeched, "Don't you dare!"
Lucius grinned as he stood up and began to undress slowly. The charmed feather started at the tops of her feet and leisurely traced up her legs. He chuckled as she squirmed and writhed, her back arching magnificently when the feather swirled around her navel before continuing its journey to her breasts where it stroked her nipples. "Luciuuussss," she mewled as her eyes closed and a rosy blush washed over chest and face.
He stepped towards her and lightly kissed the tops of her feet before trailing his tongue along the same path as the feather before him. She slithered about languorously but her gentle restraints left her no options for escape.
When his tongue reached her inner thigh and offered a small swipe on her hardened nub, her hips jolted forward.
"Stop teasing and fuck me you wicked, wicked man."
Not one to disappoint, Lucius slid up her body and nestled between her thighs and kissed her gently. With a quick thrust he was home. They both froze in relieved bliss and then he began to move. All playfulness gone, his hips thrust in and out.
"Please," she cried with a breathy moan. "I want to touch you."
He ignored her pleas and continued to pound in and out of her as he dropped his head and latched onto her right nipple where he nibbled softly. Immediately she tensed as her pelvic walls clamped down on him and a groan of sheer ecstasy met his ears.
He pushed himself up as he slowed his pace and stared into her heavily lidded gaze. Her eyes flew wide when he abruptly slid out of her and quickly descended down her torso and latched his lips onto her clit.
"Fuck!" she cried out as he then slid two fingers into her passage and proceeded to pump them in and out as he continued to nibble on her. She tensed and liquid nectar gushed around his fingers. He pulled them out and sucked them into his mouth before he dropped his face and pressed into her core. His mouth was feral with its hunger as it feasted on the taste of her.
She was whimpering like a wounded animal as he lifted her calves and draped them over his shoulders. Her eyes looked drugged as he once again showed no mercy and gave her exactly what they both wanted. After a minute of hard pounding, he reached his hand down and stroked her one more time. The minute her walls convulsed for the third time, he allowed himself to succumb to his own bliss.
He fell forward and was careful not to crush her as he fought to catch his breath. He lifted his wand off the mattress and released her soft binds and smiled into her neck when her arms immediately wrapped around him.
"Mmm, love you," she whispered.
Lucius lifted her off the bed and adjusted the covers so he could slide her under them. Once she was nestled in, he placed a light kiss upon her forehead and stroked her hair. She was asleep in minutes.
Lucius pulled on his robe and after watching her sleep for a while, he moved to his settee where he sat in front of the hearth and stared into the flames. His thoughts went back to his son.
If the curse couldn't be cured, it would be a blessing if Draco never woke. If it could be cured, however. Wow. The thought gave him a swell of hope that was almost painful.
He had wanted to tell Hermione. He had wanted to share the news. He wanted her to hope as much he did for his son to emerge healthy again. He knew how she felt, however. She had made it perfectly clear at breakfast. So, he had kept it to himself.
There was someone who would be happy, however. He glanced at Hermione as he made his way out of his suite and downstairs to the parlor where he knew his flower would be. Narcissa would be elated. They had both been correct. It wasn't the Black madness, but it was an illness. A curse. A curse he would see Bellatrix destroyed for if it was the last thing he did.
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