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The Kindest Curse
By : Quillusion
Category: Harry Potter > General > General
Views: 4773 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. - Chapter List
The Kindest Curse
By Quillusion
Author's Note: No matter how often I look, they're still not mine. Disclaimer still applies. Incidentally, in case anyone might have missed this, the Hope Diamond is not mine either. (The former makes me sigh with regret- the latter, with relief.)
For those of you who have asked about the Hope Diamond and what, exactly, it is: read on, MacDuff. Our heroine will expound, as she always does. All of the obviously Muggle facts I write about the Hope Diamond in this story are true, although some of them are the best guesses of experts rather than documented fact. The wizarding history of the diamond, however, may or may not be true- depending on whether or not you think you can trust Lucius Malfoy.
I can't speak for any of you, dear readers... but I still haven't made up my mind on that point.
Chapter 4
Hermione had never had much occasion to indulge in tandem Apparation, and she was careful not to make any mistakes as she let Lucius handle the direction of the spell she cast on herself. It wouldn't do to splinch in front of Lucius Malfoy, no matter how disused the skill she was demonstrating.
The mellow light of the restaurant faded from the pavement before them, and with the usual hitch of movement and a loud pop, they left Diagon Alley and materialized in a snowy courtyard. A house built from softly weathered grey stone stretched two wings around them, nicely blocking the cold wind but coalescing the chill, heavy night air into drifts nearly as thick as the snow that piled in the corners. It was very dark out, despite the faint reflected light from the snowdrifts and the still-falling snow, and the deep hush of peace around them told Hermione that they were far out in the country. Which country, she wasn't sure.
"Ah," said Lucius in a satisfied tone, bringing his hand close to his face to inspect a few of the thick, heavy flakes that had collected on his sleeve. "Good. Wet snow, and plenty of it. We need the snowmelt- the fields have been dry since autumn." He turned and cast a glance out into the soft silent twilight, and then gestured toward the door of the house. "But I'd rather not stand in the middle of it if I can help it. Shall we?"
The front door was opened as they mounted the steps, and Hermione stepped gratefully into the warm light of the foyer.
"Welcome home, Master," said the squeaky voice of a house elf, and Hermione looked down to see a tiny creature with gigantic brown eyes looking up at Malfoy. The house elf was dressed in a neat tea towel, apparently supplemented for the winter with a warm-looking cloak made out of a flannel pillowcase.
"Thank you, Stidge," said Lucius calmly. "Is there a fire in the drawing room? Miss Granger is soaked through."
"Yes, Master," replied Stidge. "If miss would let me take her cloak?"
Hermione acquiesced, grateful that SPEW was thirteen years in its grave. It still embarrassed her to remember her ignorant assumption that the house elves did not know their own minds in accepting what she saw as enslavement.
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