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The Grindelwald Legacy	By : ccino49 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 7559 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I own nothing but this sordid little tale. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I am not making any money by writing it. I must be insane.

The Grindelwald Legacy

Chapter 79

As he served up the meal, Severus brought up the subject of a statement Lucy made when in the presence of Voldemort. �Whilst under the influence of the copious amount of firewhiskey you foolishly imbibed, you were rather forthcoming with certain information. You mentioned that you believed your father might still be alive. What makes you think that?�

�Foolishly? I needed that drink, I was scared and thirsty. I said that, to Him? I don�t� oh what the heck.� Lucy said, sitting at the table and studying her meal. Fillet steak, julienne carrots, onions, mash and� chips?

�Professor Binns set me an essay a while back on the rise and fall of Grindelwald. I didn�t think it was fair at the time, making me research my own dad, regardless of what he did. It�s� I dunno, just not right. Having to read about all those bad things he did, it kind of� I felt guilty, sorry for the people who�s live�s he destroyed, angry because he shouldn�t have done those things. And resentful because, after all that, he tried to kill his best friend. At least that�s who it seemed to me. Anyway, the more I researched, the more I realised that nothing actually referred to him dying. A funeral was never mentioned, I take it wizards do have funerals?� She speared a chip and put it in her mouth.
�They do.� Severus told her. �And you should have refused the whiskey and requested water. Continue.�

�Well I didn�t and it just kept appearing. Anyway, it seems he went after these things, Hallows I think they were called. Yuck, these aren�t chips. They�re revolting.�

�No one said they were chips. Roast parsnips are much healthier. Eat them up and continue with your reasoning.�
She pushed the �healthier not-chips� to the side of her plate and cut into the meat. �Then the Headmaster and him had this big fight and the Headmaster won. But everything I read says he defeated him, nothing says, Albus Dumbledore killed Gellert Grindelwald. Defeat and kill are two different things. And you know it took me a while to realise but, well the Headmaster defeated him in 1945, that was way before I was born so he can�t have been killed then can he. So I don�t know if he�s still alive somewhere or not. I was gonna ask gran about it, but so many things were happening I forgot. She would have told me though wouldn�t she, if he was alive I mean? Gran wouldn�t keep that from me, would she? What do you think, do you know anything about it? Did the Headmaster ever talk to you about it?�
Severus wished he never brought the subject up, at least not without speaking to Albus and Hetty first. What could he tell her? That he already knew he was still alive? That her father was rotting away in some dismal prison he built with his own hands. A prison meant to confine those who objected to his manic reason, his ambition to govern the world. �I think young lady, that you should eat what is on your plate, and save your questions for when you next see your grandmother.�

�But that�s not fair. You brought it up in the first place. You asked me why I thought he was alive.�

�No, I asked why you believed he was. End of discussion.�

�You know something, I can tell, I can feel it. That�s why you won�t talk to me about it. You know and you won�t tell me. And I�m not eating your rotten parsnips.�
Severus was about to rebuke her, then it hit him what she said. �What are you talking about? What can you feel?�
She looked at him bog eyed, the half chewed steak bulging her cheek, fork midway between her mouth and her plate, like a photo, frozen in the moment. �Nothing. I can�t feel anything. I just meant� I was just� saying, that�s all.� She finished lamely.
�You are lying.�

�I am not. Your just trying to find something to pick on me about.�

�You are lying. Now tell me what you meant when you said you can feel it.�

�I told you, I can�t feel anything. I wanted you to tell me what you know and you wouldn�t.�

�Liar.� He roared, banging his fist on the table so hard the cutlery clattered to the floor and Lucy jumped from her chair, tipping it as she ran to the safety of the nearest door. Which unfortunately for her, happened to be the pantry. �I want to know exactly what you meant by that statement. It was no misinterpretation, you reek of deceit.� he told her, standing and following to where she hovered in the doorway. �It flows from you, it seeps from your pores into mine. I can� �
His already pale face turned white, while Lucy stared open mouthed, shaking her head slowly. Both knew in that instant what was happening, what in all eventuality had already taken place, but both were in a state of shock, not wanting to see what was staring them in the face. Unwilling to believe what was glaringly obvious.
�If you have done what I think you have done.� he ground out, hands curling into firsts before turning and striding into the living room to retrieve the brief summary of the legacy.
�M-me? It�s not my fault. You can�t blame all this on me.� She whined, following him as far as the kitchen door and watching apprehensively as his eyes moved side to side, re-reading Hetty�s letter. His anger and dread filled her to the point she could hardly sift through it to her own emotions.
Likewise Severus struggled to sort through his own sentiments as her fear and unease clouded his ability to think straight.
When he slammed the parchment down on the desk and took a step her way she flew in the direction of the back door, ready to run if he made a move to harm her in any way.
Severus did not even notice, he was too intent on snatching up the floo powder. �Hogwarts: Headmasters office.� he shouted when the flames turned green.
�Severus, how are things? Are you both ready to return?�

�No we are not. Please step through Headmaster, and bring Fawkes, I fear we will be in need of his services.�
Ear wigging from her place at the back door, Lucy kept a hand on the doorknob until the Headmaster stepped into the living room, shortly followed by the magnificent red and gold phoenix. Only then did she breath a sigh of relief. Severus wouldn�t dare do anything to her in front of the Headmaster. She dashed through to the living room, immediately placing herself behind the older wizard, using him as a shield against the raging torrent of emotion from Severus, her recent reluctance to face the Headmaster forgotten.
�We�ve gone and bonded and he�s blaming me and he�s gone mad shouting and stuff and it�s not my fault.�

�The stupid girl has allowed her emotions to get in the way of this ridiculous legacy and has started the blasted binding.�
They both voiced their complaints at the same time, Lucy not pausing for breath, Severus shouting over her.
�That is enough. I cannot understand either of you if you both insist in shouting at me like a couple of argumentative children.� Albus glared at them both in turn.
Severus gave him an indignant look, offended at being referred to as an argumentative child. Lucy stuck her bottom lip out, pouting.
�I was talking first.� She said sulkily.
Severus turned his glare on her for a second, then decided to ignore her comment. �Go make tea for the Headmaster.� He barked. �Albus, forgive me. Please. Sit down and I will explain, while� she, makes a pot of tea.�
�This is my home not yours. You can�t tell me what to do in my own house.� She retorted. �I want to tell him what happened. You�ll make out it�s all my fault.�
�Miss Grindelwald, I am not here to judge, or lay blame. Allow me to hear what my Potion Master has to say while you make tea, and I promise you will have the opportunity to voice your dilemma. Without interruption.� He added with a sideways glance at Severus.
Only slightly mollified, Lucy flounced back to the kitchen, nose in the air. She paused briefly to look at Fawkes perched on the back of her grandmothers chair. �You better not shit on that chair, gran wouldn�t like it.� She muttered haughtily, needing an outlet to vent her anger and earning herself a reproachful squawk from the phoenix. As soon as the door closed behind her she balled her hands into fists and stamped her feet.
Amused at her castigation towards the innocent phoenix, Albus warded the door and placed a silencing spell. They could hear Lucy banging cups and grumbling, but she could not hear them.
Albus, did Madam Grindelwald tell you anything other about this legacy, other than what is written on that parchment?�

�Not a great deal. Why?�

�Nothing about where I might find out the more� finer details of what is involved if� Damn that woman.� he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. �Albus, I had no idea what was involved when I agreed to take this on. When we arrived here I did not have the opportunity to even catch my breath before she� we� I think, with all that took place, the Dark Lord, what was done to her, having to witness it. Then yesterday when she� Albus I had no idea that my understanding of her emotions were anything but the result of the upheaval we were experiencing at the time. I had no reason to shut those feeling out, in fact I welcomed them. It allowed me to cross the threshold into her mind, to communicate with her without the need for legillimancy or vocalisation. I was able, after a short while, to predict her needs and prepare for the onslaught of her attentions, to understand what� how, she needed to be� Albus by the time I was made aware of the implications of this needing to be anything other than a detached, impersonal act, it was too late. My occlumency skills were about as competent as Gilderoy Lockhart�s spellwork. What is worse, I think Miss Grindelwald is undergoing the same experience, though she denies it at present. Also I� today, her symptoms appear to have� traversed the� whatever exists between us, at least until a couple of hours ago. Something happened Albus, something I cannot explain and would prefer not to go into detail about, but I cannot fight that bond, it has taken hold and I am at a loss as to what to do next. The more I challenge it, the stronger it becomes.�
The wizened old wizard looked helplessly at Severus. In all honesty, he too was unaware of the repercussions until he found Hetty�s letter. He could quite understand how emotions would be involved during their times of trauma, they were human after all. But as far as a solution was concerned, he was at a loss. Lucy�s knocking on the other side of the kitchen door brought both wizards out of their reveries. With a simple wave of his hand, the Headmaster lowered the wards and the door opened.

Lucy entered with a deep scowl and a tray.
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