It’s so quiet, she says, out of the blue and Lucius starts, so quiet. Like a tomb. A grrreat big marble tomb, now that he is gone.
Do you know what zey told me? she asks him, Dragon pox. Dragon pox! Ha. I told zem, he’s never had a day’s illness in his life. Strong as an ox, that one. Dragon pox, dragon pox, dragon pox. No no no no no. It is something else.
Lucius raises his eyebrows, something else, mother?
She rolls her eyes, blessed Cernunnos, have you no imagination?
You mean, Lucius hesitates, Nobby Leach?
No, she shakes her head decisively, not Monsieur Leach. He is not smart enough, creative enough. Besides he is entirely too honorable. Very much brave - eh, Gryffindor? Oui. If it was legal maybe a duel, but not so. This is something else.
She does not notice the way her son has gone very still. The way his knuckles turn white before he forces himself to relax.
Oh? He asks her.
Poison, Lucius. I do not - he would not tell. But he knewsomething. I know it - oh do not ask me how, it’s always like that with you and your English, how and who and where and why, I do not know, I just knowit. It wasn’t natural. You know it. You saw it. Say it.
Lucius pauses and then takes the plunge, Yes.
It is the work of a cunning mind. Smart and ruthless. Like these, how do you call them? Eh, your house, mon cher. Slytherin? Oui. But we are all from Slytherin here, are we not?
He nods weakly and forces himself to breathe evenly.
Lucius - she stretches her hand out and grasps his hand - Lucius my son, mon cher. You loved him, did you not?
How could I not? he answers simply, gently rubbing her fingers, not allowing himself to think.
Thenfind them, Lucius. Find them. Hurt them. Hurt them as they hurt us. Please,for me. Your maman.
He lifts her hand and presses his lips against her fingers, Of course maman, he murmurs.
She does not see how he holds his left arm stiff by his side as he leaves the room.
“Evelyn, slow down. You’re going to wear out the carpet”, Abraxas grumbled as he tried to read the paper. However, Abraxas would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous. Childbirth was definitely not an easy task. “I can’t help it!” Evelyn screeched, throwing her hands up in the air out of frustration. “I’m scared”, she admitted. Hearing his wife’s concerns, Abraxas knew she was scared, and rightfully so. He could sense it from how shaky her breath sounded. Folding the paper, Abraxas stood up and stopped his wife from further pacing by wrapping his arms around her, keeping her glued to the floor. Evelyn could hear how shaky her breathing sounded as she rested her head on his chest. Soothing his wife, Abraxas drew circles on her back to help calm her down. Lucius was already a nervous wreck. There was no need for Evelyn to follow suit. “They’ll be fine”, Abraxas muttered as he rested his chin on his wife’s head, kissing her head softly. “It’s taking too long”, Evelyn complained as she pushed away from her husband. Wringing her hands, Evelyn started to pace again before being stopped by Lucius’s footsteps as he came through the door.
Judging by the smile in his son’s eyes, Abraxas could tell all was well, even if his face wasn’t showing it. Seeing her son’s solemn expression, Evelyn could feel the tears spilling out at the thought of Narcissa having lost her baby. However, when she saw Lucius laugh, Evelyn realised that she had been played like a fool. “Both Narcissa and the baby are fine”, Lucius smiled. Turning around at the sound of her husband’s laughter, Evelyn swatted his arm before pushing back her son as she rushed towards Narcissa, still feeling scared. Rolling his eyes at his wife, Abraxas congratulated his son. “Congratulations, my boy. You’re a father. Now, before your mother has my head, shall we go and meet the newest addition?” Abraxas asked as he followed Lucius to the room where Narcissa was currently sitting, holding her newborn baby.
Sitting there, looking as perfect as ever, was Narcissa. And in her arms was you: the newest member of the Malfoy family. Evelyn had beaten both her son and husband as they found her sitting next to Narcissa on the bed whilst both women cooed at the infant. “Oh, Narcissa,” Evelyn sighed happily. “She has your eyes, my dear.” “She does, doesn’t she?” Narcissa smiled, feeling so happy that her baby looked so like her. “Would you like to hold her, Evelyn?” Narcissa asked. Looking as if she had won the moon, Evelyn eagerly extended her arms out for Narcissa to pass her the baby. Despite not having held a baby in such a long time, it was second nature to the elder Malfoy. “Oh, you are so beautiful”, Evelyn cooed as she admired her granddaughter. Granddaughter. The word felt so foreign, yet so familiar. Heaven knows how badly Evelyn wanted a daughter of her own, but unfortunately, it wasn’t in the cards for her. So when Lucius brought Narcissa home, Evelyn very quickly latched onto the girl after taking a strong liking to her. She didn’t tell anyone, but Evelyn had a feeling that the newest addition was going to be a girl. Call it a mother’s instinct. Or a grandmother’s instinct, in this case.
Noticing her husband’s presence in the doorway, Evelyn smiled at him before looking back at you. She was so entranced by you. She could already tell that the two of you were going to be the best of friends. Evelyn was so excited to become a grandmother. “How are you, my love?” Lucius murmured as he sat on the opposite side of the bed from his wife, relishing the view while seeing his father leaning against the doorway. The view of his wife holding a newborn. It was a comforting sight, especially after Evelyn had Lucius when she was told the possibilities of her having another child were slim. “How are you, Narcissa dear?”, Abraxas asked the new mother. Narcissa just smiled at her father-in-law. “I’m tired. But I’m happy”, she sighed peacefully as she held Lucius’s hand. Nodding in approval to the new parents, Abraxas made his way to where his wife now stood rocking the baby gently. He couldn’t wait to hold his grandson. “Alright, Eve. You’ve had your fun now. Let me hold my grandson”, Abraxas teased.
“Grandson?”, Evelyn smiled, mocking her husband. Abraxas was surprised by his wife’s behaviour as he glanced back and forth between Narcissa and Evelyn before his eyes landed on Lucius’s. Looking at his son, he recognised that mischievous smirk, anywhere. “Wait? Do you mean-”, he started to ask. However, the look on his wife’s face revealed it all. Instead of a grandson, he had been blessed with a granddaughter. “Abraxas, meet your granddaughter”, Evelyn smiled as she gently passed you to your grandfather. Reaching out to hold you, Abraxas couldn’t help but smile. “Well, hello there little one. What a wonderful surprise?”, he teased, causing Evelyn to roll her eyes. She had been going on and on, nonstop about how certain she was that the new baby would be a girl. In fact, she was so certain that she had even gone out and bought a diamond tiara to celebrate the occasion. Girls were a rare breed in the Malfoy lineage. If you were to comb through the family history, you would find that the last girl born into the family was about three decades ago. Your birth was indeed very special. Worth thousands of tiaras.
Smiling at the sight of her husband holding his granddaughter for the first time, Evelyn felt complete. Here she was, praying and hoping that she would somehow have been blessed with a daughter of her own. But now, she was eternally grateful for what she could see right in front of her. Evelyn snuck out of the room as she watched her son and husband quarrel over whose turn it was to hold you next. She reappeared a minute later with a package wrapped in a nice little ribbon in her hands. Handing the box to her daughter-in-law, Narcissa looked at Evelyn with confusion painted all over her face. “Evelyn,” Narcissa tutted. “You shouldn’t have!”, she smiled, looking up at her mother-in-law. “Oh, don’t be silly, dear. This is a very special gift, for a very special little girl”, Evelyn smiled gleefully as she tried to weasel you out of your father’s arms and into her own.
Holding you in her arms, Evelyn passed you back to your mother when you started to cry. “Oh, no Y/N love. Don’t cry, baby”, Evelyn cooed only to start giggling when you stopped crying the minute you were in your mother’s arms. “Y/N?”, Abraxas asked. Looking toward his father for his opinion, Lucius smiled when he heard his daughter’s name. A name fit for a princess. “I like it”, Abraxas hummed before playfully messing up his son’s hair. “Thank you, Father”, Lucius grumbled as he sorted out his hair, before making his way to where all three of his favourite girls were. Lucius scoffed as he examined the box, noting that you were only three hours old and already the proud owner of one of the most gorgeous, beautifully crafted tiaras he had ever seen. Narcissa gasped in shock at how marvellous the design was. “Oh, my Merlin. Evelyn!” Narcissa squealed in excitement causing Evelyn to laugh.
“Good luck trying to beat that one,” Abraxas teased his son. “Oh no, Abraxas darling. This is only from me. Not you,” she teased, causing Abraxas to raise an eyebrow and pout. “Good one, Mother,” Lucius chuckled. As his gaze wandered to the tiara carefully stored in the box, Lucius knew that he would soon be faced with a toddler throwing tantrums about wanting to wear it.
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“Anywhere else bothering you?” She squeezed his hand as her eyes roamed anxiously over his form.
Holding her hand still, he brought her palm up to his torso against his rapidly beating heart.
Chest tightening, she gently twisted her hand out of his grasp as her heart sped up. “You’ll need a healer for that. Tachycardia and arrhythmias are beyond my ability.”
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Hermione deserved a perfect rose in bloom. The variety of red he cultivated here matched the gorgeous crimson robes she had worn when he’d first met her. Despite the cold, he felt strangely warm, like the world had gotten just a little less bleak.
He walked around the meandering paths, dismissing several of the roses for their minor imperfections until he found the one he needed. With his magic, he cleanly sliced the rose off from its bush and levitated it in front of him, inspecting it from every angle. Tenderly, he grasped it by the stem and tilted his nose towards it to make sure its fragrance was as potent as the rose was exquisite.
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She felt him sensually trail his right thumb down to graze the sensitive skin of her wrist. Her eyes followed his every movement as he encircled her wrist gently and held the pads of his index and middle fingers against her wildly fluttering pulse. Her skin burned against his as she slowly inhaled his scent of warm wood and bergamot.
He turned slightly towards her, eyebrow quirked. He lowered his smiling lips closer to her ear and breathed, “Hermione, are you distracted today?”
He didn’t immediately get a reply, so he turned to watch Hermione’s expression. Her lips were slightly parted as she watched the swirling vortex of magic. The violet energy illuminated her alluring dark eyes, where he could see a fire burning within its depths.
He recognized that expression — that look of enthrallment. He imagined he looked the same when he came across something that excited him. It was the first time he’d actually seen that look on another.
It was hunger — hunger for the secrets of magic. His secrets.
Six years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Auror Hermione Granger activated a mysterious dark object, which unexpectedly sent her decades into the past.
The year is 1966, and Tom Riddle, now known as Lord Voldemort, returned to British wizarding society after a decade-long absence. Under the pretense of securing the DADA teaching post, he returned to Hogwarts to conceal one of his Horcruxes, Ravenclaw’s Diadem. However, the coveted position had been stolen a week before his arrival by an intriguing witch. As manipulative schemes emerge, tension builds into a ruinous obsession.
Six years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Auror Hermione Granger activated a mysterious dark object, which unexpectedly sent her decades into the past.
The year is 1966, and Tom Riddle, now known as Lord Voldemort, returned to British wizarding society after a decade-long absence. Under the pretense of securing the DADA teaching post, he returned to Hogwarts to conceal one of his Horcruxes, Ravenclaw’s Diadem. However, the coveted position had been stolen a week before his arrival by an intriguing witch. As manipulative schemes emerge, tension builds into a ruinous obsession.
Six years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Auror Hermione Granger activated a mysterious dark object, which unexpectedly sent her decades into the past.
The year is 1966, and Tom Riddle, now known as Lord Voldemort, returned to British wizarding society after a decade-long absence. Under the pretense of securing the DADA teaching post, he returned to Hogwarts to conceal one of his Horcruxes, Ravenclaw’s Diadem. However, the coveted position had been stolen a week before his arrival by an intriguing witch. As manipulative schemes emerge, tension builds into a ruinous obsession.
He existed in her mind like a heartbeat, with flawlessly crafted incisions that allowed him to burrow into its dark crevices, pulsating tendrils anchoring into her.
But she will find a way to uproot him, or there could only be ruination at the end of this path — her ruination.
Six years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Auror Hermione Granger discovered a mysterious dark object that unexpectedly sent her 38 years into the past. The year is 1966, and Tom Riddle returned to British wizarding society after a decade-long absence.
During his travels, he cultivated an unrivaled understanding of the Dark Arts. Under the pretense of securing the DADA teaching post, he returned to Hogwarts to conceal one of his Horcruxes, Ravenclaw’s Diadem. But a week prior to his arrival, the coveted position had been pilfered by an enigmatic witch. As manipulative schemes emerge, tension builds into a ruinous obsession.
She would never admit to anyone that the sinister voice in Slytherin’s locket kindled a twisted rage in her. But that wasn’t really him, was it? It was a sliver of magical consciousness formed by black magic that preyed on a person’s perceived flaws.
The voice never chastised her for inaction — for the way she completely froze in her terror in the Department of Mysteries, and she was grateful for that. It brought to light her flaws and those things she didn’t like about herself — traits that don’t belong to a Gryffindor, such as her absolute vindictiveness. Her need for it.
Voldemort supported her against that primordial backdrop of fire. His enviable silken curls dipped roguishly over his brow, the black reflecting copper in the warm light.
But he didn’t look as put-together as usual.
Without taking his eyes from hers, Voldemort swept his arm upward. His hand clenched into a fist, tendons straining, and the flames around them were extinguished instantaneously.
Faint scorch marks on the inky walls were the only indication that she had clearly lost all control.
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