I disclaim, not mine, if it was Voldemort would win. Mr. Nesilium and the assistant are mine though. A little spin-off to 'The Purple Lord soul bonded?' Read that first, not a sequel, just part of the Purple Lord Series.

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The assistant was bored. She was bored enough to know the exact number of repetitive patterns on the floor and the cracks on the wall. She also knew that in a game of Minesweeper you have a 97% chance of losing. She had hard data to support the claim.

She was just another college bound student with a psychology major, working as an assistant to a psychiatrist. Not a very popular psychiatrist it seems.

So when a group of dark cloaked men approached her desk, she was ready with a pepper spray on one hand, the telephone receiver on the other and a handy scream just for back-up.

"Is this the office of Mr. Nesilium?" asked one very blond, very pale man who looked like the unofficial leader of the group.

"Yes, how may I help you?" She was proud that her voice didn't break.

"He's an old friend. Is he free?" announced the man who could very well resemble a cross between a vampire and a prince.

"Let me just check with him. Who should I tell is asking?"

"Hogwarts"

While she made a call to the doctor on the other room, the men in the group looked around, some with apparent disdain while others with downright contempt.

Making a mental note to bolt (paychecks be damned!) as soon as these men went inside, she turned towards them with a smile, "Go right in."

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Mr. Nesilium loved everything about Muggles, so much so that he gave up the magical world to become a psychiatrist. He was a cross between Arthur Weasley for his fondness of anything not magical and Professor Binns for his unimaginative therapy sessions. Needless to say he didn't have many regulars.

So when his secretary announced that there was a group outside called Hogwarts, he was flabbergasted. But he took in stride and motioned the secretary to send them in. Must be old friends in for a visit. Lucky day!

He disagreed to that notion the moment Lucius Malfoy appeared on his door. When he saw the pureblood flanked by Lestrange brothers, Crabbe and Goyle; he knew his minutes were numbered. The Dark Lord had found the blood traitor.

"May I help you?" If this was the end, he would go down like a Hufflepuff he was; noble and courteous.

Mafoy sneered and handed him two parchments.

HP,

What did you write to My Lord?

Why was He in a state that can be properly explained by the muggle phrase: 'the lights are there but no one is at home?'

And the new fears of white owls?

Really Potter, what news did you convey to him this time?

Lucius Malfoy

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Malfoy Sr.,

Mind your manners Mr. Malfoy; you are speaking to the Dark Lord's soul bonded.

The Purple Lord

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"The Purple Lord?"

"Harry Potter"

"Ah, step right in gentlemen; I'm sure I can help you."

Fin~