A/N: Right, so…Hi?I am SOOOOOOOOO sorry that I haven't written anything in the past two months, and that I've left this story for about 9 months! I have no explanation other than that I lost inspiration.

I have only one person to thank for this chapter, and so:

This chapter is dedicated to Lhasaapsl. They helped me get motivated with their comment, so THANKS!

Anyway: on with the story...


Chapter 4: Curious Tendancies


The silence that overcame the manor after those words was thick, tension and panic bearing down on each person. The tension was understandable, for Harry Potter was father's greatest enemy, but add the fact that he was my supposed 'best friend' increased the anticipation to almost unbearable levels.

The panic, however, was a curious thing, as everyone had briefed long ago about the plans in such an event. Looking around curiously, Sienna spotted mild looks of anxiety tossed in her general direction. Ah. That made more sense. The fools were scared of her reaction and the action that may follow.

Strangely enough, I was the picture of calm and detached. I had long accepted that one day my father would confront, and more than likely, kill Harry. I had prepared myself for this moment. I assessed myself, and the curious multitude of emotions within me. The most prominent emotion was anger. The thought of how stupid Harry was, trying to stage an attack, or break-in of my father's mansion (read: fortress) was…well…there wasn't a word for how utterly dimwitted this course of action was!

Back to the main point, everyone quickly headed to their assigned posts, myself following after Uncle Rab as he checked the security wards. He was looking out a window on the top floor of the mansion, overlooking what I assumed to be the 'invading forces'. By the way he was chuckling heartily and shaking his head in apparent amusement, the attackers were minimal in numbers and even then, puny in force. As I walked up next to him and looked out for myself, I couldn't help but laugh along with him. The 'security breach' that everyone was so ruffled about, consisted of a small group, all hooded in red, obvious, Gryffindor-style cloaks.

Ha.

They couldn't be more obvious. They weren't going for subtlety. It made me question what on earth they were trying to achieve…a good question, actually.

Heading back down to the Dining Hall, Rabastan and I reported our findings to father. After we finished, he let out an amused snort of his own. Rabastan, however, seemed to have his own curiosity of our findings, "My Lord, why do you think they planned to attack in the first place?". My thoughts exactly, Lestrange, I thought relaxedly, as my father took his time to mull over an answer.

"Well, Rabastan, I assume they would only attack, especially Harry Potter in person, if something happened to someone they hold quite dear," he replied imperiously, looking knowingly over at me, as though he knew how curious I had been waiting for the answer. "How they got through the outer wards, though, is what I find fascinating, myself". A raised eyebrow was all he gave in accompaniment.

"Just send them to the dungeons, Severus," and the fact that I hadn't noticed that Severus and Lucius had entered through the back doors showed how much I had been intent on gaining an answer to my own curiosity. Father stalked languidly through the doors to the side of the Hall, "I will see to them there".

And though nothing particularly terrible had transpired, the ominous feeling that statement left me with was, frankly, worrying.


End Note: So, I know it's short, but at least it's something, right? REVIEW PLEASE (right below this! you know it's there)! Also, I can't promise that there will be another review anytime in the future, but this time, I PINKY PROMISE to try sometime in the next…month.

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