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Chap. 5: The Pensieve, Part II.

Harry stood before Severus’ pensieve, again, the next morning, contemplating what the new memories that Lucius had added would show him. With a deep breath, he plunged his face into the first memory.

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Lucius was in a hurry the next day, as he left the Ministry of Magic, because he was supposed to escort his wife to a nice supper that evening, and hopefully, something more when they came home.

When the Malfoy heir apparated to the gates of the manor, he knew then, that something was definitely wrong. The wards had been triggered, and the only thing that he could think of, at the moment, was Narcissa, and her immediate safety.

“Narcissa”! Lucius bellowed, but nobody replied, and the manor was stone silent. As he started to shout again, he heard a noise come from the door that led to his study, just to the right, and off the entrance hall. He quickly made his way to the door, and with wand in hand; he swung open the heavy Mahogany door, only to find Mulciber Sr., and Avery, sitting at his desk.

“Ah, Lucius, we have been awaiting you arrival”. Mulciber cackled, as the younger Avery sneered. They had both helped themselves to his liquor cabinet.

“Where’s Narcissa, and what have you done with her”? Lucius commanded, and trained his wand on Mulciber’s chest.

“Easy, young Malfoy”, Mulciber stated, “ I have been sent here to bring you before our Lord, who is now, patiently, awaiting your visit. I would not keep him waiting long, as the way he was looking at your pretty wife, made me think he wanted us to take our time in finding you”.

“Mulciber, if my wife is harmed, even so much as a hair on her head, you and Avery will not live to see tomorrow”! Lucius growled.

“Yes, and if we do not bring you back, by the end of the hour, Narcissa will find herself food for his snakes”! Avery laughed. “It would be best that we take you to him now”.

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With that, the memory became foggy, and the scene changed. The first thing Harry noticed, was that they were walking up a graveled drive, and to an old run-down manor, which sat high upon a hill, and he knew at that moment, that he was in Little Hangleton.

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Lucius followed Mulciber and Avery through a small wooden door, located on the side of the manor, which was most probably used by the servants at one time. They made their way through a dimly lit hall, where dust lay on everything, and then, with a turn to the right, they were in what was once a large stately dining room.

At the head of the table, Lucius noticed, sat an older, slim, man, with grotesque features, having an almost flat nose, high cheekbones, and a red shine to his eyes. Lucius thought his appearance and features was sort a monkey-ish in some ways, but serpentine in others. To his right sat Narcissa, his beautiful wife, which looked as if she was scared within an inch of her life. She had been silenced, by the looks of it, and had been bound to her chair.

“Ah, Lucius, please come in, and have a seat”. The older man said in a high-pitched voice, which ended with a hiss. Lucius knew, then, that this was the one who was named Lord Voldemort.

Lucius had heard tales about this man, and about what he looked like, but to actually see him, made his skin crawl. Some had said he looked this way because of a dark spell backfiring on him, but Lucius knew it was just the opposite; the man had cursed himself. How, the young Malfoy heir didn’t know, and neither did he want to find out.

“Avery, bring us some tea, and Mulciber, please show our dear friend, Lucius, to his seat”. Voldemort commanded, and with a wave of his hand, a chair came out from the table beside Narcissa, and Mulciber directed Lucius to sit beside her.

Avery showed up with a silver tea serving, and placed everything on the table. As he started to seat himself, Voldemort glared at him, and waved him away, in which, Avery gladly left.

“Lucius, I have called you here today, to see if I can get you to join our rebellion against the Mudbloods, and Blood Traitors”. Voldemort stated. “We are now gaining in number, and soon, we will take on the Ministry, along with Dumbledore, and his merry band of simpleton fools”.

“Ah, but my Lord, I am only now just out of school, and have a low ranking job at the ministry; I do not see how I can be much help to the cause”. Lucius explained. “My father, who had the political pull, recently passed away with Dragon Pox, and I have nowhere the number of connections that he had”.

At this comment, Voldemort narrowed his red eyes, and looked into Lucius’ gray ones. Suddenly, Lucius felt his mind invaded, and it felt as it was being ripped apart, but he held firm, until it was over.

“Do not lie to me Lucius Malfoy”! Voldemort hissed, and slapped his hand down against the table. “I know you are working in the Department of International Affairs, and that is where I am currently in need of a spy. I need to know the thoughts of the other European countries as this campaign accelerates. Plus, you have the wealth to help back up this movement; wealth that makes the other members small sums pale in comparison. One would think that you do not want to join us, Lucius, and be nothing but a blood traitor to your own kind”!

“My Lord, I assure you, that I stand by the old ways, the use of old magic, and give my fealty to the pure blood beliefs”. Lucius stuttered, “I believe that we should be separate from the Muggles, who in turn, will bring bigotry and hatred into our culture, and then kill us all, if they are given half the chance. I would just like a little time to think this all through, is all that I ask”.

“Time, yes, time, it’s something we all want more of, especially me, Lucius, but we are advancing this cause, and I require your help”. Voldemort replied, as he stroked his yew wand with his spidery fingers, all the while, staring at the young Narcissa sitting beside Lucius.

In the blink of an eye, Voldemort quickly moved, and cast the incarcerous jinx at the young Malfoy heir, thus binding him to his chair. Before Lucius could say anything in his defense, Voldemort had turned his wand on Narcissa, and shouted “Crucio”!

Her screams of agony tore through the old manor house, after Voldemort released the silencing spell, and tears began to flow down the young Malfoy heir’s face. Finally, he couldn’t take seeing his wife suffer any longer, and had to act. “Please My Lord, stop this, and I will join your cause. Just stop, and let me have my wife; I’ll do anything you ask of me, just show us mercy”!

Harry watched on in horror, as Voldemort burned the dark mark into a ‘willing’ Lucius Malfoy’s left forearm, and the memory began getting foggy again.

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When the scene changed again, Harry was standing in a rather large study. He noticed that it was dark outside, by looking through the high windows, which lined the wall on one side of the room. Harry noticed Narcissa Malfoy, now somewhat older, sitting in a chair before the fire, and holding a young child in her arms. The child didn’t look any older than about 1-1/2 years old. He saw that Lucius was pacing in front of the large fireplace, running a hand through his long blond hair.

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“Lucius, what has happened? Wasn’t that Severus’ Patronus earlier? Tell me, Lucius, I’m starting the get scared”! Narcissa almost shouted, but caught herself before waking the young Malfoy heir in her arms.

“It’s happened, tonight, he found the Potter’s”, Lucius stated. “He killed Lily, too, even though he promised Severus. I tried to tell him not to believe him, but well, between whomever sold them out, and Dumbledore, they were sure to be found, weren’t they”?

“Lucius, he didn’t….”? Narcissa gasped.

“The child, no, the child is safe, but was still harmed somewhat. It looked to Severus that a curse hit the child’s forehead, then it rebounded onto the Dark Lord, and now he’s missing, gone. Our marks have started to fade somewhat. Whether he’s gone for good, it’s hard to say, only that the boy lived. He’s…, the Dark Lord, has not tried to call us to him at all. It’s as if he’s vanished.

“Severus, well, he found them. He’s very upset; he did love the woman, even though she married that Potter. He notified Dumbledore, of course.

“He said that your cousin showed up, at the same time as that oaf Hagrid, and that Sirius took off, saying he was going off to find the traitor who sold them out. He gave the half-giant his muggle motorcycle to take the child away from the house.

“Where will he take him, Lucius? Why would he trust him with the boy”? Narcissa whispered.

“That, Cissa, I do not know”, Lucius explained. “I thought Severus said that Sirius was supposed to be the boys Godfather, and he was also supposed to be helping hide them. Something’s wrong Cissa, and I think they have not only a traitor, but a spy in their ranks”.

“But, Lucius, where will the child be taken”? Narcissa cried out, clearly quite upset. “There is nobody in the Potter line left, or none that I know of. Surely, they would not dare send him to those filthy muggles who are related to Lily? Lucius, her sister is the vilest muggle woman that our maker has ever created. They say she practically threw a right fit when Lilly came to their mothers funeral.”

“I know this, Cissa, but we have to worry about saving ourselves at the moment. I have already sent word to our barrister, and he will be arriving shortly. We will turn ourselves in, and tell them how we were forced into this. He will know what to do, and I dare say, this will take a good while to straighten out”, Lucius sighed, poured himself a drink, and the memory began to get foggy again.

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Harry found that he was now standing in an old cemetery, and one he knew only too well. He was again, at Little Hangleton. Around him, stood a group of Death Eaters, Wormtail, and himself, but now, Harry saw himself bound to the grotesque statue of the Grim Reaper, atop the Riddle family crypt. He couldn’t help but notice the commotion he was causing, and thought that if he had it to do over, he would have kept himself much more quiet.

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"Get up, Avery," said Voldemort softly. "Stand up. You ask for forgiveness? I do not forgive. I do not forget. Thirteen long years ... I want thirteen years' repayment before I forgive you. Wormtail here has paid some of his debt already, have you not, Wormtail?"

He looked down at Wormtail, who continued to sob.

"You returned to me, not out of loyalty, but out of fear of your old friends. You deserve this pain, Wormtail. You know that, don't you?"

"Yes, Master," moaned Wormtail, "please. Master… please ..."

"Yet you helped return me to my body," said Voldemort coolly, watching Wormtail sob on the ground. "Worthless and traitorous as you are, you helped me .., and Lord Voldemort rewards his helpers... ."

Voldemort raised his wand again and whirled it through the air. A streak of what looked like molten silver hung shining in the wand's wake. Momentarily shapeless, it writhed and then formed itself into a gleaming replica of a human hand, bright as moonlight, which soared downward and fixed itself upon Wormtail’s bleeding wrist.

Wormtail's sobbing stopped abruptly. His breathing harsh and ragged, he raised his head and stared in disbelief at the silver hand, now attached seamlessly to his arm, as though he were wearing a dazzling glove. He flexed the shining fingers, then, trembling, picked up a small twig on the ground and crushed it into powder. "My Lord," he whispered. "Master ..., it is beautiful...., thank you..., thank you. ... ."

He scrambled forward on his knees and kissed the hem of Voldemort's robes. "May your loyalty never waver again, Wormtail," said Voldemort.

"No, my Lord… never, my Lord… ."

Wormtail stood up and took his place in the circle, staring at his powerful new hand, his face still shining with tears. Voldemort now approached the man on Wormtail's right.

"Lucius, my slippery friend," he whispered, halting before him. "I am told that you have not renounced the old ways, though to the world, you present a respectable face. You are still ready to take the lead in a spot of Muggle-torture, I believe? Yet you never tried to find me, Lucius….Your exploits at the Quidditch World Cup were fun, I daresay… but might not your energies have been better directed toward finding and aiding your master?"

"My Lord, I was constantly on the alert," came Lucius Malfoy's voice swiftly from beneath the hood. "Had there been any sign from you, any whisper of your whereabouts, I would have been at your side immediately, nothing could have prevented me -"

"And yet you ran from my Mark, when a faithful Death Eater sent it into the sky last summer?" said Voldemort lazily, and Mr. Malfoy stopped talking abruptly. "Yes, I know all about that, Lucius… You have disappointed me. ... I expect more faithful service in the future."

"Of course, my Lord, of course ….You are merciful, thank you. ..."

Voldemort moved on, and stopped, staring at the space - large enough for two people - that separated Malfoy and the next man. At this, the memory began to fade, and become foggy once more.

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Harry looked around, and found himself in the same large study that Lucius, Narcissa, and a very young Draco, were in some years ago. As an epiphany, it came to him that he was now in Malfoy Manor. Just as he thought this, the flames in the hearth of the giant fireplace sprang to life, and tuned green.

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“Lucius, what has happened”? Narcissa yelled, after seeing the sight of her trembling husband.

“He’s back, the Dark Lord, he’s back! Severus is on his way; he never showed up when he was called, and frankly, I am worried about him. The Dark Lord said that he had a Death Eater stationed at the school, but I do not believe it was he who was in mention. The only two I could place it to be would have been Barty Crouch Jr., or Igor Karkaroff, but I think Igor has run. If so, his days are now numbered, and he’ll have us all searching for Igor until we find him, and bring him to the Dark Lord.

“He knew that I had washed my hands of him, he’s said so. Wormtail has told him every lie and truth he could conjure to get into the Dark Lords good graces. It’s untelling what he has told him, and what Barty has also said. We are all in danger of his wrath. What he did to Avery, well, he was punished, that’s all I can say.

“Barty was supposed to be in Azkaban, but after the Potter boy escaped the Dark Lord, again, tonight, he began to tell us about Bartemius Crouch helping his son escape, and used his sick wife to help him do it. Evidentially, she was in on it, and dying in Azkaban, but it seems that Barty escaped his father’s home, and met up with Pettigrew, after he showed back up here with the Dark Lord in tow”.

The Potter boy was there”? Narcissa gasped, and thought about Draco being alone at the castle.

“Yes, they had tricked him with a port key during the tournament. He was sent to a graveyard in Little Hangleton, where the Dark Lords father was supposedly buried, and was used to give the Dark Lord a new body through some ritual or potion. The Diggory boy was with him, and was killed. Amos is probably a wreck right now, along with his wife.

“Lucius”, Narcissa exclaimed, “what will we do now”?

“I do not know Narcissa. We will deny anything that the rat has said about us, it’s the only sane thing to do. We have to protect Draco, and I need to see to the safety of all those children at the school. Knowing the Potter boy as I do, he will end up getting a number of his classmates involved, and possibly killed, over his stubbornness, and shear pig-headedness.

“We’ll wait for Severus, and I’ll tell him all that has happened at the cemetery, and hopefully, he will be all right. He is the best Occlumens that I know, so he can hide what he wants from the Dark Lord. Hopefully, he will be able to lie his way out of any severe punishment.

“If so, and he is able, I will describe to him what I have learnt at the cemetery, and hopefully, it will be of use in combating the Dark Lord, and saving us all. Potter did something, and what, I do not know, but it was a magic of the kind that I have never experienced before. The shades of the people, whom the Dark Lord had killed, all the way back to the Potters, were summoned back, and they helped the boy to escape. To be honest, it scared me more than the Dark Lord’s accusations against our family did. Severus will know what to do, and I hope it is soon”.

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Harry felt himself rising up out of the Pensieve, and almost tumbled onto the floor of the old Potions Master’s office located in the dungeon. He had to catch his breath, and he was trembling with the memories he had seen that day. He sat down in the nearest chair, which happened to be the very one he used to sit in for Occlumency lessons, and stared at Lucius, who was sitting calmly across from him.

“That’s all of them? Harry gasped.

“Not all, no, but enough to let you see the truth about my family. I can easily explain the rest, and offer other memories if you need them. However, there are things that need to be discussed, about old Magic, that we should make sure does not get out to the public. That is, old family magic I am speaking of”.

“What”? Harry asked, and really couldn’t understand what Lucius was digging at.

“Mr. Potter, I am, I guess one could say, an expert in family bloodlines. The Malfoy library has the family trees of about all the pureblood families now in Britain, along with the extinct.

“The Potter bloodline was always, let us say, peculiar. Though your family is indeed an old pureblood family, the Potter name can be traced back to one man, Ignotus Potter, and there, the name makes a sudden stop. Here, we can find no Potter’s before him, who was, in fact, a wizard. It’s also peculiar, that at that same time, one certain Ignotus Peverell seems to have vanished from wizarding Britain”.

At Harry’s stunned look, Lucius pushed ahead. “What a few of us, with this learned knowledge assume, is that Ignotus Peverell changed his name, and there was, in fact, a reason for this. We think he wanted to distance himself from his other two brothers, whom were now dead, and had brought a rather dark name upon the family. In fact, Harry, we think he changed his last name to Potter, which was a common muggle name at the time. It was either this, or he named his son Ignotus Potter, at his birth, and he then carried on the name.

“Uh, yea, about that”, Harry cleared his throat, “He was my great something, grandfather. I don’t know exactly how, but I knew he was, by something that Dumbledore had said. I have his invisibility cloak, that has been passed down through the family”.

“Yes, well that seems to explain the strange magic that happened in the cemetery then. It was not Priori Incantatem, as Dumbledore would lead everyone to believe, but the bond you have to this family, by blood. Ignotus’ brothers were well acquainted with necromantic magic, or bringing back shades from the dead. Well, they all three were, in some form. That, I think, is what happened when the wand of the Dark Lord, and your Holly wand, connected that night. It had to do with the blood now running through both of your bodies, and now, the Dark Lord had it two fold, since he was directly kin to this one brother, and your Ignotus, by using your blood. Between that, and the phoenix feathers inside the wands, and their woods, which are all used in necromancy, the shades of the ones killed, up to your parents, were revealed that night.

“This, Harry, is information that should be hidden away, and never spoken of, unless within the family. People will try to use you, and take advantage of you for it.

“What I must know, though, is did you reunite the three hallows”?

“What do you think”? Harry shot back.

“I would venture to say that you did, and that, in fact, is how you survived the killing curse, for the first time, really, while out in the Forbidden Forest” Lucius explained. “Plus, the Dark Lord never had the Elder Wand accept him as it’s master, and there was a weaker soul, or piece of one, to be sacrificed that night”.

“What do you mean by ‘first time? According to everyone else, I survived the curse when I was a baby, and that I survived it over my mothers sacrifice”! Harry groaned, pinched his nose, and slumped back in his chair.

“When we were at the cemetery, the Dark Lord never did say he hit you with the killing curse, only your mother. He said he intended to kill you, but never stated that he did. What did Dumbledore ever say about the night of your mothers death”? Lucius enquired, as he was fitting the final pieces of what happened together.

“The only time he ever fully explained it, that I can now remember, was when I was looking at a memory of a meeting between Dumbledore and Snape. That is where Dumbledore explained to Snape what happened that night, and what to tell me, when it was time”. Harry explained; bringing the memory forward, and then began to tell Lucius what was said.

“Tell him that on the night Lord Voldemort tried to kill him, when Lily cast her own life between them as a shield, the killing curse rebounded upon Lord Voldemort, and a fragment of Voldemort’s soul was blasted apart from the whole, and latched itself onto the only living soul left in the collapsed building. Part of Lord Voldemort lives inside Harry, and it is what gives him the power of speech with snakes, and a connection with Lord Voldemort’s mind, that he has never understood. And, while that fragment of soul, unmissed by Voldemort, remains attached to, and protected by Harry, Lord Voldemort cannot die”. Harry finished.

“It is as I assumed, then. Severus said that Dumbledore always claimed it was love that saved you, and I guess one could argue the point in a round-about way, but what truly happened, was the breaking of a magical contract, or an oath to be exact”. Lucius, morosely, started to explain.

“When Severus learned that the Dark Lord was targeting you, and your family, he broke down one night, and Voldemort gave him his word, his oath, that he would not harm your mother. Severus was in love with Lily, and was until he died, it seems. I guess this is what Dumbledore uses to muddle the truth with, the love Severus had for her, but in fact, his love forged a magically binding contract, from the oath, or promise that the Dark Lord made, to Severus. These oaths are similar to life debts, and other magical promissory instruments.

“In our world, Mr. Potter, our word, and any oaths we make, are taken very seriously, and most are bound with wild magic, which can be quite unpredictable. Because of this, when Lily cast herself between you and the killing curse, she was killed, which, in turn, broke the contract, and that same killing magic was flung back upon the Dark Lord for breaking his oath, thus settling the contract for taking her life. Since his soul was so unstable, (and he could have also had in mind to make another Horcrux that night, using you for his last one), that fragment of soul that ripped lose from the murder, lodged itself into you.

“Now”, Lucius exclaimed, “Why did not Dumbledore try to remove this, as it was not a true Horcrux to start with. That portion of the Dark Lord’s soul, which at the time would have been weak, and unstable, would have been easily exorcised, or I would think. It did not need to be ‘killed’, like a Horcrux that was intentionally made, would need to be.

“No, Albus Dumbledore allowed that to sit within your head, and fester, gaining strength, until it became a part of you, entwined. I think he was looking at using you then, in some way, of being able to destroy the other Horcruxes, and maybe find them. One can use blood and scrying to find a lot of things. Or, he could have used it to form a defensive ward at your aunt’s home, which the Dark Lord never understood, but was afraid to try and defeat, but I think the first instance is more likely. However, he was ruining you in the process, and it would seem that he had, knowingly, already made you a sacrificial figure in the war.

“There are too many things, Harry, that Dumbledore has done to muddy the trail of the truth. Some things, such as the Love theory, were used, I think, in hiding the truth about the Deathly Hallows. I think that is also why he never offered to take you to your parent’s gravesite, and most likely, kept anyone else from going there with you. He did not want you finding out about your Peverell lineage. I think he most likely gave up the hunt for the third hallow, and returned your cloak to you, but then found the ring with the stone, which Severus said had cursed Dumbledore with a death sentence, and found then that he couldn’t use it. He kept two of them close at hand for years, and if he hadn’t been cursed, what do you think could have happened to your cloak, while you were attending class one day”?

“I don’t know Lucius, and I guess we never will, but you bring up very interesting points”. Harry remarked. “I do know he was after all three, but he told me, in the end, that he was never suitable to have the three together, and that I was the only one worthy of them; the true master of death.

“He placed the stone, from the ring, inside the first snitch I had caught while playing Quidditch, and using its flesh memory, made it so it would open when I was prepared to die in the end. He told me that he was afraid that if I reunited them too soon, and had all that power at my hands, that I would be corrupted by it. He then apologized, and said I had deserved them all along, and that I was the Hallows true master, because I accept that I can die, and one day will. Of course, my ancestor was supposed to have hid from death, by using the cloak, until an old age, then after passing down the cloak to his son, died, and greeted death as an old friend.

“That leaves me with the Hallows, and I’m not sure what I want to do with them”. Harry finished explaining, and gave a tired sigh.

“Well, Harry, that’s simple, we hide them away, lock them up, and use them only if needed”. Lucius stated. “You do still have them, do you not”?

“Well, you see, I kind of lost one….” Harry rattled off.
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