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Malfoy Manor

"Are you alright, my Lord?" Bellatrix asks, lip quivering. She's been a complete mess since all of this happened, and she really just wants the Dark Lord back to his old self. She's the only one that's been actually trying to help him piece his memory back together- the rest of the Death Eaters like this version better, and honestly, deep down, she can't blame them. Still she'll repress that part of herself until it becomes clear trying to get the Dark Lord to remember anything at all is futile.

That is not the case right now, however. Lord Bob Ramon Olbeck looks… thoughtful, as if he actually does remember something- the face of an old friend, perhaps.

"Yes," Lord Bro muses. "Yes, I just…" he trails off. Bellatrix goes back to the shelves she's scanning through, trying to find a proper book about Dark Magic, thinking maybe it will trigger something inside of his mind. Lord Bro is seated in a leather armchair by a fireplace, hands folded in front of his chin, staring into the flame.

"I've got it!" he shouts suddenly, standing up abruptly. Bellatrix nearly falls over that's how startled she is, and her wand is out and about to curse the Dark Lord because he sounds so much unlike his usual self.

"What, my Lord?" Bellatrix asks, rushing to his side. "What is it?"

"Where is my snake?" Lord Bro asks, turning to her darkly.

"W-what?" Bellatrix asks.

"Where is my snake?" Lord Bob Ramon repeats. "I want my snake."

Bellatrix's jaw drops, then her face brightens. "You remembered something!" she cries gleefully. "Oh, that's wonderful-"

"Not now, Trixie," Lord Bro snaps, and her face falls. "I want my snake."

He storms out of the library, Bellatrix hurrying after him. He stops at the first Death Eater he comes across- Wormtail, showing up for the first time since Lord Bro returned. He had probably been off quivering somewhere with his silver hand, Bellatrix thinks, glaring at him from behind Lord Bro's back. "You there," Lord Bob Ramon booms. "What is my snake's name?"

"Na-Nagini, my Lord," Wormtail says, bowing his head.

"Nagini," Lord Bro tries. "An excellent name. Finally, an actual name, wouldn't you agree, Trixie?"

"Yes, my Lord," Bellatrix says, slightly put off by the name Trixie. No matter, she stands a little taller- her master values her opinion now, it seems. "An excellent name indeed."

"Yes," Lord Bro nods, turning back to Wormtail. "What is your name, good sir?" he barks.

"Wormtail, my Lord," Wormtail says, looking like he'd quite like to scurry away.

"Wormy it is, then," Lord Bro says. "Where could I find my snake, Wormy?"

Wormtail points over his shoulder and runs, brushing past Bellatrix, who snarls at him. Lord Bro is already stalking through the halls of Malfoy Manor, screaming Nagini's name at the top of his lungs.

Bellatrix sees the snake first, slithering toward them, having finally heard her master's voice (albeit in English rather than Parseltongue). The snake stops short of Lord Bro and hisses something unintelligible to Bellatrix. Lord Bro looks taken aback for a moment, then positively delighted as he hisses back.

Lord Bro promptly collapsing onto the ground, trying to hug the snake. Bellatrix takes off in the other direction, screaming for Narcissa or Lucius to deal with this, it's their house.


Ministry of Magic

"Absolutely not!" Cornelius Fudge says. "The Malfoy family has always been well-respected… very generous… you must understand, Dumbledore-"

"You must understand that what Harry is about to say to you you should not take lightly," Dumbledore interrupts him, glancing down at Harry.

"They're generous with their money so they'll be in your good books and won't get in trouble for possessing numerous Dark objects and harboring fugitives," Harry says pointedly and swiftly. "Including Lord Voldemort."

Fudge shudders at the name.

"All right, all right," he says finally, after much more convincing on the parts of Harry and Dumbledore. "I'll take a team."

"We'll come with you," Dumbledore says brightly, knowing the job won't get done if they don't. Fudge sighs. Harry smiles.