Prologue
"My lord..."
"You have good news Kosinski?" Voldemort looked at the man kneeling off to his left as Nagini circled his feet, eyeing the trembling man with a flick of her tongue.
"We have spent much time researching the sealing of the Unseelie Fey as you requested. It was a hard process but I believe we have learned something that might be of use to you my lord."
"Well, then get to it," he growled causing the man to tremble even more.
"We found two legends, Irish mythology, one a tale of the warrior queen called Méabh and the warrior king called Conchobhar. Legend says Méabh arranged the death of Conchobhar. The other is the story of three people, Cúchulainn, Naoise, and Dierdra. It seems that Cúchulainn loved Dierdra, who eloped with Naoise, and Cúchulainn killed Naoise in revenge."
"And this relates to the sealing of the Unseelie how exactly?"
"As you know my lord, the Seelie joined forces with man as the stories go to fight the Unseelie, the war lasted for a lifetime to man who lived such short lives at the time... In the end somehow the majority of the Unseelie were trapped within an intricate prison beneath the water of the Crystal Lake, guarded over by the Lady of Erskine, a ghost that roamed the waters killing all who lived who dared to approach the gates."
"Yes, I already know this; I would prefer something I didn't know..."
"Ahh, yes," he nodded quickly, "The King of the Seelie, he had a beloved daughter named Méabh, she died that final day of the war, some say she was responsible for the defeat of the Unseelie."
"A powerful woman indeed, but just a woman, it should be easy to learn what she did and undo it."
"That's where things get a bit complicated my lord," Kosinski interrupted before quickly backing away.
"Explain," he ordered quietly, not as threatening sounding as everyone knew him to be.
"The names Cúchulainn, Naoise and Deirdre have been found in a document with the name Méabh, we've done research, and haven't been able to find out the exact information but from what we can find, the three were part of a close circle that Méabh, the King of the Seelie's daughter, was a part of. Rumors say that it was the four who found the necessary spells to trap the Unseelie, and had events not happened prior to what happened, perhaps Méabh would not have died."
"And what events are those spoken of in rumor?" he asked with disgust.
"Just before the final battle, all three were found dead. Putting together the legends that the Irish mythology tell, it might be assumed that Cúchulainn killed Naoise over Deirdre, perhaps she killed him then herself in revenge for taking her love and despair over her loss. Also, I have heard the names Conchobhar and Cúchulainn used interchanged twice, perhaps it was Méabh who told Cúchulainn of Deirdre's betrayal, sentencing not only him to his death but the other two and herself."
"And interesting theory, do you have proof?"
"Not yet my lord but we are still busy researching and interrogating any we find who might have information."
"Good, continue," he ordered before Kosinski all but ran from the throne room. "An interesting theory indeed," he continued quietly before looking to the man in the shadows to his left, "What do you think Lucius?"
Lucius Malfoy stepped forward and gave the slightest shrug, "Unfortunately my sister was the one who was embraced by the Fey, the bitch," he growled darkly, "The only things I managed to learn were when I would corner my father's second wife for information and the small bit of information that has been written down through the history of my family. Not much as you know..."
"Perhaps there is a way you could learn more, Draco is close to your sister is he not?"
"Too close at times," he nodded, "But you can not make my son talk about his Aunt or her heritage, a heritage as you know he shares... I have tried in the past, so far no methods of making him talk, even extensive torture, have worked..."
"Well, there are other methods of gaining information, I'm sure we will think of one. Perhaps it's time I met this sister of yours..." Voldemort nodded to himself. "After all, if I am ever to free the Unseelie so they might help me destroy the muggle and muggleborns, and their purebred lovers, I need to learn how they were sealed, and what better way it seems than such a high up member of the Seelie as your sister, with so many blood lines running through her veins."
"As you wish my lord," Lucius nodded, "It may not be easy to do at first; she spends much of her time in the Immortal Realm as they call it."
"Well, she will have to come to our 'realm' eventually, and we'll be waiting. If it takes too long, we can simply kidnap your son and use him as bait."
"Of course," Lucius smiled evilly. "I'll set things in motion now," he continued before leaving the room.
"Well my pet, things are starting to work out just fine, aren't they?" Voldemort looked down at Nagini. "And soon I'll have Ciara Malfoy here... Then things will get interesting I imagine, very interesting indeed..."