Battle of Dark vs. Light | By : Crazy4Malfoy Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 4208 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Author’s Note: I got this idea one day when I
was bored. I have never written a story like this before and it’s going to be a
challenge to get it right. I especially have never written a Lucius/Hermione fic
before so we will see how it goes. I also know that the title probably sucks,
but I couldn’t think of anything.
Battle of Dark
vs. Light
Hermione rushed through the
rooms, tripping over toys here or there. The kids were crying and Hermione was
trying to get dressed, as she was already over ten minutes late.
“Ron!” she shouted. “Ron!” She found him in the
living room, reading the paper, ignoring all the chaos. She screamed in
frustration and snatched the Daily Prophet from his hands. “A little help would
be nice,” she snapped. When he didn’t respond, she growled, threw the paper at
him, and stormed out of the room. She rushed to the bedroom and found Alana and
Tiffany, the 4-year-old twins both crying. She knelt down in front of them.
“What is it?” she asked gently, keeping her
frustration out of her voice.
“’Lana has my teddy,” Tiffany sniffed. Both
girls had stopped crying now that they finally had their mother’s attention.
Hermione sighed as Alana immediately began protesting.
“It’s my teddy!” Alana wailed, looking on the
verge of screaming again as she hugged the teddy close to her. Hermione mentally
cursed herself for ever getting them identical teddy bears. She slowly rose to
her feet and walked to the closet. She dug around a little bit and sure enough,
the other teddy was buried at the bottom. She walked back to the girls.
“Alana, honey, this was is yours.
Remember, I wrote an A on the tag for you? Give that one to your sister.” Alana
handed over the teddy in her arms and grabbed the one from her mother. Soon they
were playing together again like nothing had happened. Hermione checked her
watch and groaned. She was now twenty minutes late. She pulled on her shoes and
grabbed her wand just as the baby, Alexandra (Alex for short) began screaming.
Hermione looked at Ron, pleading with her eyes.
“Can you please feed her?” she begged. Ron
rolled his eyes.
“I don’t see why you had to take this stupid
job in the first place,” he spoke up. Hermione’s eyes flashed.
“Well excuse me for actually caring a damn
about my family,” she said sarcastically. “Someone needs to actually put
food on the table.”
“Where’s the nanny?” Ron said, ignoring her
comment. “Wasn’t she supposed to be here by now?” Hermione looked around and
groaned. Where was Hannah? She looked at Ron. “Well, I’m not watching them,” he
said as he disappeared with a pop. Hermione cursed under her breath.
“You never do,” she muttered. Now what was she
going to do? She looked at the clock. A half hour late. How was that going to
look to her new co-workers? Grumbling under her breath, and having no more time
to wait for the nanny, she gathered Alex in her arms. “Alright, girls,” she said
to the twins. “Stay close behind me so you don’t get lost.” Hermione silently
thanked Dumbledore for giving her quarters on the first floor. There was no way
these girls could handle those moving staircases yet. Slowly, she made her way
to the Staff Lounge.
“Well, Albus,” Severus Snape growled for
probably the tenth time that evening. “Where in Merlin’s beard is this new
professor? Some of us have other things to do.” He glared at the Headmaster, who
didn’t seem at all disturbed by the new professor being late. “I do hope she
doesn’t plan on doing this often, Albus,” Severus went on. “She can’t expect to
be treated differently then any of the rest of us.” Before Albus could speak,
the door burst open and a frazzled looking young woman stepped into the room,
holding a baby. As she walked further into the room, two little girls entered
with her, trying to hide behind their mother.
“I am so sorry I’m late, Albus,” the woman
spoke. Her voice seemed vaguely familiar and she certainly looked familiar. Her
rich brown hair fell in waves to the middle of her back. She was slim, with
curves in all the right places. She shifted the baby, who looked to be only 3 or
4 months old to her other arm. “The nanny didn’t show and the kids were throwing
a fuss and…” she had started to babble.
“It’s quite all right, dear,” Albus said, eyes
twinkling merrily. He turned to the other staff members, who suddenly weren’t
quite so angry at her tardiness. They all knew how children could be. “This is
our new Ancient Runes professor, Hermione Weasley.” He looked right at Severus.
“Otherwise known as Hermione Granger while she was a student here.” Severus
arched an eyebrow, before a slow smirk spread across his face.
“Welcome back to Hogwarts,” he said softly,
locking eyes with her. She smiled slightly before the baby in her arms began to
fuss.
“I’m sorry,” she said, looking around the room.
“I would love to stay and chat but I need to feed the kids and put them to bed.”
The teachers all nodded in understanding. She stopped at the doorway and turned
to face them again. “I almost forgot,” she said softly. “This is Alexandra but
we call her Alex for short,” she said, indicating the fussing baby in her arms.
She pointed to the twins. “This one is Alana and this one is Tiffany. Good luck
at trying to tell them apart. Even I can’t do that sometimes.” She grinned and
let herself out of the room.
When Hermione entered her quarters, a young
woman was waiting for them. She lowered her eyes.
“I’m sorry, Hermione,” she said softly. “My
mother was sick and I wanted to get her better.” Hermione nodded.
“Don’t worry about it,” she said and Hannah
looked up with a bright smile. Hermione pointed out her room and then she
proceeded to get the kids fed. It wasn’t until all three kids were sleep quietly
that Ron walked into the door. Hermione could smell the perfume the minute he
walked in and she saw the faint lipstick stain on his shirt. She narrowed her
eyes at him and he gulped. She turned to Hannah, who was just finishing her tea.
“I need to discuss something with Ronald, could you keep an eye on the kids for
me?”
“Sure,” Hannah agreed readily. Hermione stood
up, grabbed Ron’s arm, and pulled him out into the corridor. She then proceeded
to drag him, her strength becoming stronger with her rage, until they were in an
empty classroom and she knew they wouldn’t wake the kids. She then whirled on
him, fire in his eyes.
“Who were you with, Ron?” she asked in a deadly
calm voice. He gulped. Usually, when she spoke like this, she was at her
angriest and would curse him for every little thing he did wrong.
“Stephanie,” he muttered, not meeting her eyes.
Hermione stared at him.
“Harry’s wife?” He nodded mutely. Hermione
screamed in frustration.
“I can not believe you would do this, Ronald!”
she shouted at him. “Not only to me, who also happens to be your wife, but to
your best friend as well. What do you thing this is going to do to him? It’ll
devastate him.” She was silent for a moment. “I want you out by morning,” she
said softly. He looked up at her, wide-eyed.
“What?” he asked. She placed her hands on her
hips.
“You heard me,” she told him firmly. “I want
you out by morning. I am through putting up with this, putting up with you. I’m
done.”
“But, Hermione, what about our marriage vows?”
“You’re the one that tossed those aside the
minute you started cheating on me!” she screamed at him. “And I know its
happened before. What about the lipstick stain on your favorite light blue
shirt? I found it when I did your laundry last weekend.” He paled. “Or the faint
perfume on almost all of your clothes and I would never touch perfume if my life
depended on it. You know that! Oh, and this.” She pulled something out of her
robes. “A note. From a girl.” She threw it at him.
“What about the girls?”
“Don’t you dare use that excuse with me,” she
hissed. “You never wanted to be a father before, don’t try to pull that on me
now.” She pointed to the door and, with one last look at her, he left the room.
Hermione waited until he was completely gone before breaking down in
uncontrollable sobs. She slid to the floor in tears.
Hermione slowly made her way back to her living
quarters, just in time to see Ron leave with his luggage. She walked inside to
see Hannah all packed and ready to go.
“Hannah?” she asked. “Where are you going? You
just got here.” Hannah smiled apologetically.
“I’m sorry, Hermione, but I just received word
that my mother’s taken a turn for the worst. I’m sorry,” she repeated. Hermione
sighed and forced a smile.
“That’s ok,” Hermione said. “You need to go to
her. I understand.” Hannah smiled her appreciation and left. Hermione sank into
the couch. Could this night, her first night in the castle, get any worse? Then
one of the kids began screaming. I shouldn’t have asked, Hermione thought
sarcastically before rising and heading into the room for the children. She
rushed to Tiffany’s bed. By now, her screaming had woken both Alana and Alex up
and all three were screaming their heads off. She sat on Tiffany’s bed and
noticed how flushed she looked. She placed her hand on Tiffany’s forehead and
grimaced. It was searing hot. Way hotter then a normal fever.
With a sigh, she picked Tiffany up as she was
too weak to walk on her own and she picked the still screaming Alex up in her
other arm. Alana followed along behind. Alex and Tiffany were still screaming as
they rushed through the halls of Hogwarts.
Severus was just about to turn in for the night
when there was a loud knocking on his door. Sighing, he opened it to find Madame
Pomfrey standing there, looking at him.
“What?” he snapped at her. She glared at him.
“I need a fever reducer, a stomach potion,
something to help an ear infection, and a dreamless sleep potion,” she told him.
He raised an eyebrow at her.
“May I ask why?” he inquired. “And don’t you
already have those?” Poppy sighed.
“They’re for Hermione Granger’s little girl,”
she told him, “and I ran out earlier this week.” Severus sighed and walked to
his storage cabinet, dismissing Poppy on the way so she could go tend to the
child until he had the potions.
“Great,” he muttered. Now he’d have to brew
more as he only had one bottle left of each. He grabbed the necessary potions
and proceeded to the Hospital Wing. Once he stepped inside, he immediately got a
headache at all the screaming. Hermione was bouncing Alex in her arms, trying to
calm her as her free hand was pushing back Tiffany’s hair. Severus stopped.
How on earth did I know that was Tiffany? I’ve only met her once. But
somehow, he knew without a doubt it was. Alana was quietly playing in the
corner. At least Hermione only had to deal with two screaming kids. “Mrs.
Weasley.” Hermione looked up and the relief in her eyes was enormous. Poppy came
over then and took the potions from him, pouring one after the other down the
child’s throat. Soon, her fever, stomach ache, and ear ache was gone and she was
sleeping peacefully.
Alex however was still screaming up a storm.
Hermione tiredly rubbed her eyes before turning to Alana, telling her it was
time to leave. Alana got up quickly and they all went to leave the hospital
wing. Hermione would have stayed but she had Alex and Alana to worry about.
Severus walked with them, as his dungeons were on the way.
“Where’s your husband?” he sneered. He still
hated Ron, even though Ron was not a student any more. Hermione’s face hardened.
“I wouldn’t know, and frankly I don’t care,”
she said quietly so Alana wouldn’t hear. “All I care about is that I never see
him again.” Severus wanted to know why but stayed silent instead. When they
reached the staircase that lead to the dungeons, Hermione turned to him.
“Thank you,” she said softly, “for the
potions.” He just nodded his head slightly and disappeared down to the dungeons
to get some much needed sleep. Hermione headed to the Headmaster’s office.
“Hermione,” the headmaster looked up when she
entered his office. She sat in a chair opposite his desk, Alex in her arms
finally asleep and Alana sitting on the floor, playing quietly by herself. “What
can I do for you?” Hermione took a deep breath.
“What are the rules of bringing children to
class?” she asked. He merely looked at her, waiting for her to elaborate. She
sighed. “I kicked Ron out for cheating on me and he never wanted the kids in the
first place,” she said softly. “The nanny I had left to take care of her mother
so now I have no nanny and I’m not sure when I can get another one. It took me
forever to find one at the price I can afford.” She fell silent.
“I am so sorry, Hermione, for everything you
are going through,” Dumbledore said. “And the only class we have rules about
that is potions. Young children can not be in the classroom while certain
potions are made, as it could be dangerous.” Hermione nodded, smiling
gratefully.
“I’m sorry, Albus,” she said apologetically. “I
honestly had no intention of having the kids with me while I teach.”
“It is no problem,” he assured her. “I am sure
most of the kids will be thrilled. And if you ever need a break, I would be more
then happy to take care of them.” Hermione smiled again.
“Thank you,” she said gratefully. She looked at
Alana and smiled softly. Alana had curled up on the rug in front of the other
chair and was now sleeping peacefully. She raised an eyebrow at the headmaster.
He nodded to another room.
“There’s an extra bed in there,” he said
quietly, so as to not wake either girl. “She could stay there for the night.”
Hermione thought about it for the moment and slowly nodded. She gently handed
Alex over to Dumbledore and carefully picked Alana up. She took her into the
next room and tucked her into bed, kissing her on the forehead. She returned to
the main office and smiled when she saw Dumbledore just looking down at Alex
with something akin to awe and love shining in his eyes.
“Albus,” she said. He looked up at her. “You
don’t have any grandkids of your own, do you?” He shook his head sadly. She
grinned. “How would you like to be the adopted grandfather of my kids? Since Ron
and I aren’t together anymore, they probably won’t see much of Arthur, even
though I would have no problem with it. Too awkward. And you know my parents
were killed.” He nodded. “So, what do you think?” He smiled broadly, eyes
twinkling merrily.
“I’d be honored,” he told her. She took Alex
out of his arms.
“I think they would honored to have you,” she
told him walking to the door. “I’ll be back before breakfast for Alana.” And she
walked out of his office.
Hermione groaned as she rolled over in bed. She
glanced at the clock and sighed. It was only 4 in the morning but Alex was once
again screaming. She sighed, got out of bed, pulled on a robe, and went into the
room next door. She picked up Alex and sat in the rocking chair with her,
humming as she nursed. Finally, Alex finished eating and fell back asleep.
Hermione lay Alex in her crib and crawled back in her bed. No sooner had she
closed her eyes then her alarm rang, letting her know it was time to get ready
for the day. Hermione slammed her fist into her pillow before once again rolling
out of bed.
She quickly showered and got dressed for the
day before checking on Alex. Alex is still sleeping so she quickly places a
charm on the baby that will keep her from waking up when moved and then picks
her up. The charm was really quite useful. It didn’t keep Alex asleep if she
wanted to wake up, otherwise it could be dangerous. She locked her door and
headed to the headmaster’s office.
Severus watched as Hermione walked in. She was
holding a still sleeping Alex and the girls were both clutching on to her robes.
Tiffany looked quite a bit better then she had the night before, not that he
cared or anything. Hermione, on the hand, looked quite worn out. It was a good
thing they didn’t have any students yet. The students would be arriving that
evening.
Hermione took a seat in between Minerva and
Albus, not even realizing that Severus was watching her. She tried to serve the
girls one handed, but it was proving to be most difficult. Finally, sighing in
exasperation, she handed Alex to Dumbledore and continued serving the girls.
Dumbledore was done eating anyways. Severus watched, slightly amused at the
trouble that two little girls could cause, though of course, he kept his face
impassive.
“Alana, no!” Hermione admonished. “How many
times do I have to tell you that you do not spit out your food?”
“But mommy, it was gross,” Alana whined.
“I don’t care,” Hermione told her young
daughter. “If it goes in your mouth, you either swallow it or ask for a napkin
to spit it in. no one wants to see you spit it on your plate. Is that
understood?” Alana nodded miserably. “Tiffany!” Hermione cried. She had turned
just in time to see her other daughter throw her entire plate on the ground. She
grabbed Tiffany’s hand and gave it a smack. “What have I told you about using
the floor like a garbage can?” Tiffany’s eyes filled with tears.
“I’m not ‘posed to throw food on the floor,”
she said.
“That’s correct, Tiffany.” Hermione put her
hand on Minerva’s arm to stop her from cleaning the mess with her wand. “Tiffany
needs to learn to stop doing this and the only way she’ll learn is if she has to
clean it up herself.” Minerva gave her a small smile and put her wand away.
Hermione turned back to Tiffany. “Now, Tiffany, what is the punishment for what
you just did?”
“I have to clean it up?” she said in a small
voice.
“Right,” she said. “You have to clean it up.
And after you clean it up, you are going to finish your dinner and go straight
to bed.”
“Mommy!” Tiffany wailed. “I want to play! I
just woke up!” She began to pout. Hermione smiled, nothing could get past the
twins.
“I know you just woke up, but you also broke a
rule,” Hermione said softly, but firmly. “You don’t have to go to sleep, but you
do have to sit on your bed and do nothing for a while.” Tiffany continued to
pout. “Tiffany…” Hermione said in a warning tone. “Now.” Tiffany just glared
back. “Tiffany your father may not have cared what you did while he was supposed
to be watching you, but I do. Now either you get that cleaned up, or you will
find yourself on your bed for the rest of the day.” Tiffany quickly got to her
feet and picked up the big pieces of food and put them on the plate. Ten minutes
later, her mother told her to stop. “That’s fine, Tiffany, come eat the rest of
your breakfast.” Hermione flicked her wand and the food on the floor
disappeared.
Tiffany sat there quiet the rest of the meal as
she ate. She didn’t really want to get in any more trouble. Alana too was quiet
as she ate her breakfast, as she wanted to play after breakfast instead of going
to her room. Severus watched as Hermione finally relaxed and enjoyed her
breakfast, making small talk with Minerva. It wasn’t until she raised her eyes
to look at him that he realized he had been staring at her for a good twenty
minutes. Scowling fiercely, he finally returned to his now stone cold breakfast.
Hermione was walking the girls back to her
rooms when she heard a very familiar voice. A very familiar voice indeed.
“Well, isn’t this lovely?” Hermione slowly
turned herself around to face Lucius Malfoy. “The little Mudblood is walking her
spawn.” Hermione’s eyes hardened.
“I suggest you leave this instant,” she hissed.
Lucius only smirked and walked closer.
“No, I don’t think so,” he said softly as he
knelt down to look in Tiffany’s eyes. “How is it that a Mudblood such as
yourself is allowed to have such beautiful offspring? Hmm?” He took one of his
gloved hands and cupped Tiffany’s cheeks. Hermione immediately pulled Tiffany
away.
“You lay one hand on my children again, Mr.
Malfoy and I will not hesitate to hex you so many times they’ll be lucky if they
find the pieces of you in Egypt. Do I make myself clear?” Lucius looked up and
slowly got to his feet.
“Perfectly,” he drawled, still smirking.
Hermione gave a short nod.
“Good.” She spun around and walked away with
the girls.
“Mommy,” Tiffany whispered once they were away
from Malfoy. Hermione looked down at her daughter. “Who was he?” Hermione
sighed.
“Nobody,” she muttered. Tiffany nodded and they
walked a few more steps in silence.
“Mommy, he scared me,” Tiffany said in a small
voice. Hermione looked down and saw that her young daughter was crying. She
automatically knelt down.
“Alana, can you sit against the wall?” Alana
did as she was told and Hermione placed Alex in Alana’s arms. Then she focused
all her attention on Tiffany. “Tiffany,” she said softly and Tiffany looked up
at her. “You don’t have to be scared, honey, because mommy won’t ever let him
near you or let him hurt you, ok?” Tiffany nodded.
“He looked in my eyes, mommy,” she informed her
mother. “And I saw bad things in my head.” Hermione’s eyes widened.
“What…what kind of things, Tiff?” She
whispered. Tiffany began shaking her head, tears coming faster down her little
cheeks.
“All kinds of bad things, mommy,” she said in a
broken voice. “Someone was on fire. And people were yelling. And…and there was
blood, mommy.” She suddenly threw her arms around her mother’s neck. Over the
top of Tiffany’s head, Hermione saw Minerva watching them with a worried
expression. She disentangled Tiffany from her and walked over to Minerva.
“Will you watch the kids, Minerva?” she asked
quietly. “I need to take care of something.” Minerva agreed and Hermione walked
back to her kids. She knelt down. “Alright, Aunt Minerva is going to watch you
guys for a while ok?” The two older girls nodded and Hermione left them with
Minerva.
Hermione marched through the halls of Hogwarts,
somehow knowing exactly where she would find Lucius Malfoy. When she barged into
Albus Dumbledore’s office, he was standing beside the headmaster’s desk, waiting
for Albus. Hermione slammed the door shut and he looked at her, raising an
elegant eyebrow at her intrusion.
“You bastard!” she screamed.
“Really now, is that anyway to talk to your new
colleague?” he asked in a calm voice. Hermione’s eyebrows shot up.
“My new colleague?” she inquired. He nodded
smugly. Hermione began shaking her head. “No, this isn’t happening,” she
muttered. Then she looked up and glared at him. “What did you do to my
daughter?” she whispered harshly. At that, he looked genuinely confused.
“What are you talking about, Miss Granger?” he
asked with a look that said she was going crazy.
“Don’t give me that,” she snapped. “Tiffany
said that when you touched her she saw images in her mind. Images of someone on
fire, people yelling, and blood. Do not tell me that a 4-year-old could make
something like that up.” Her face was turning red now.
“Miss Granger, I assure you I did nothing,” he
told her. “Only one person has ever had the power to instill images like that
and he’s dead.” Hermione shook her head.
“No,” she said more to herself then to him.
“No, two people have had that ability.” She quickly turned to Albus, who had
just returned. “Is Harry in the castle?” He looked slightly surprised at the
abrupt question.
“Yes, he is,” Albus told her. “In fact, I just
saw him a few moments ago.” And with that, Hermione rushed out of the room.
“Now,” Albus said, turning to Lucius. “What was
it you needed to talk to me about?” But Lucius never heard him, as he was still
staring after Hermione.
Hermione raced through the halls, searching
frantically for Harry. She finally found him somewhere near the Gryffindor
Tower. She was gasping for breath as she latched onto his arm.
“Hermione?” he asked in confusion. She was bent
over, panting. Finally she stood up and looked at him.
“When did you get here?” she asked.
“A little bit ago, why?” he wanted to know.
“Harry,” she said slowly, “did you put images
in my daughter’s head?” He gave her a shocked look.
“What?” he asked. “Of course not. Why would I
do a thing like that?” She put a hand on her hip.
“I don’t know,” she drawled sarcastically, “why
would you do a thing like that to your best friend on Christmas day two years
ago?” He sighed.
“Are you still going on about that, Hermione? I
apologized.” She nodded.
“Yes, you did, now please explain why you did
that to my daughter.” Harry raised an eyebrow.
“You have no proof,” he said and her eyes
flashed.
“You’re a terrible liar, Harry Potter,” she
whispered, leaning close to him. “Until I know whether I can trust you, I want
you to stay away from my children.” Harry’s eyes flashed red but she had already
turned away from him so she didn’t see.
Hermione gulped as she slowly walked up the
stairs to the headmaster’s office. She really didn’t want to do this but no one
deserved to be wrongly accused of something, no matter who they were. She took a
deep breath and knocked on Albus’s door.
“Come in!” he called. Hermione opened the door
and peeked in. He wasn’t there. She walked in completely.
“Albus,” she began. “Do you know where I might
find Lucius Malfoy?” Albus looked up at her. “I, uh, accused him of something
earlier that he didn’t do. I would like to apologize.” Albus smiled gently.
“Yes, he’s in the Great Hall right now, getting
a late breakfast as he was late this morning.” She nodded and turned to go. “And
Hermione?” Hermione looked at him. “He’s really not that bad, if you give him a
chance.” Hermione nodded and left, heading to the Great Hall. She gulped again
and opened the doors. Surprisingly, Severus Snape was still there but besides
the two men and Hermione, there was no one else. she sighed and walked up to the
Head Table. “Mr. Malfoy,” she began. He looked down at her with a raised
eyebrow.
“What is it this time, Miss Granger?” he asked.
“Come to accuse me of something else did you?” Hermione blushed.
“Actually, no, Mr. Malfoy,” she said, keeping
her voice steady despite her nerves. “I…uh…I came to apologize.” His eyes
actually widened slightly. “It was wrong of me to just accuse you of something
without getting the facts. I’m sorry.”
“Apology accepted, Miss Granger,” Lucius said.
She grimaced.
“Please, don’t call me that.” Her gaze slid to
Severus and she actually smirked. “It reminds of less pleasant days as a
student.”
“Very well, then,” Lucius said. “What would you
like me to call you?” She turned back to Lucius.
“Hermione is fine,” she told him.
“Alright, Hermione it is,” he said. She nodded
curtly and turned to go.
“Oh, and Hermione?” She turned to look at him.
“Call me Lucius.”
The two men watched as Hermione left the Great
Hall, waiting until they were alone again before speaking.
“So,” Severus began, “what exactly are you here
for? In all the time I have known you, you have never wanted to be a teacher.”
Lucius raised an eyebrow.
“I could say the same about you,” he remarked.
Severus scowled.
“You know why I’m teaching,” he hissed. “Now,
why are you?” Lucius sighed in a very un-Malfoy like fashion.
“If I tell you, you have to promise you won’t
tell anyone,” Lucius warned him. He nodded solemnly. “I’m here to protect
Hermione Granger.” Severus just stared at him. “No one else knows this, only
those who were loyal to You-Know-Who.” He fell silent.
“Well…” Severus prompted him. Lucius looked him
directly in the eyes.
“Hermione is in grave danger, Severus,” Lucius
said softly, “as well as her children. He wants them. He wants her, to brainwash
and to have as his right hand. And if he succeeds, then they will be unstoppable
and the entire wizarding world will collapse.” Severus sucked in his breath.
“You…you mean…” he couldn’t even finish the
sentence. Lucius nodded.
“Yes, Severus there is a new dark lord. One who
is even more powerful then any of the previous dark wizards.” Severus was almost
afraid to ask but he had to know.
“Who?”
“Harry Potter.”
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