Epilogue: The Grimoire
Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire, England
August 31, 1980
Lyra clutched the book tightly to her chest as she slipped from one shadow to the next. It was late night and she should be sleeping. In the morning she would have to awaken early and make the last of her preparations before going away to school. Her first day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry awaited her. Instead of sleeping like her twin sister was, she was sneaking about the Manor in the dark hours of the early morning.
She pulled open the door to the servant's stairs and quickly rushed down them. She had little to fear in this part of the house. It was where the House-Elves were quartered and her father rarely came to this part of the house. She was able to sneak through the kitchens and out the old side door from there. She rushed past the kitchen herb garden and kept going until she was well out of sight of the great windows of the manor.
At last she saw it shining white in the moonlight, the tomb of the Malfoy family. It was a great pretty little Cathedral that almost rivaled the Manor in elegance of architecture. She only had to press her palm to the door to gain entry, the magical signature of all Malfoy's unlocked the door.
She sighed in the darkness of the Cathedral and then she took the rose quartz from her pocket. It was the size of her palm and she muttered a simple spell over it and then it began to glow with soft light. It was a perfect nightlight and she had possessed it since she was a young child. She then muttered the floating charm and the quartz hovered in the air. Another charm whispered and the quartz began to follow her as she moved through the Cathedral. Lyra did not stop until she had found the tomb of her Grandsire, Abraxas Malfoy.
She stared at the pretty silver and gold swirls that lined the stone of his tomb. She stared for several moments at the stone effigy that lay as though sleeping upon the marble slab. It was carved of a fine white alabaster stone. The man looked refined and handsome in expensive looking robes. He was stylish, refined, and though he looked younger than she remembered him, she knew that the effigy was of a younger likeness of her grandfather.
She allowed herself a moment to stare at the effigy and then she softly uttered the words that would create a hidden compartment in the alabaster book that the effigy seemed to clutch to his chest. She then slowly looked at the book she had been clutching to her breast. The Malfoy Family Grimoire had been given into her keeping the night of the funeral. Dresden had brought it to her in secret and told her of Abraxas Malfoy's wish that Lyra have the Grimoire and Lucius never possess it or knowledge of where it might be. Though unsure of why her grandsire had wished to deprive Lucius of the Grimoire she agreed to honor his last wishes.
The Grimoire was far too dangerous for her to simply pack into her trunk and take with her to school. Then she would run the risk of the likes of Albus Dumbledore noticing the book. She had decided that it was best left in the keeping of her grandsire. She gently placed the book in a black velvet cover and then she placed the book inside of the secret compartment that she had created. Once the compartment was sealed she said softly "Please, look after it while I am in need of it." She said softly to the stone effigy of Abraxas Malfoy.
Then she turned and hurried away. She needed to return to the Manor and needed to get to sleep. It would be a busy morning and she would have the long train ride to Hogwarts. She smiled thinking of the train ride. The green-eyed boy that she had met in Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions would be there on the train. She had promised she would look for him. She was looking forward to talking with him once more.
This concludes The Malfoy Curse. I want to thank everyone who has taken the time to read and review and to follow this story. I am now beginning posting on the Sequel called "The Malfoy Defiance". The Prologue and Chapter 1 are being posted now. The Malfoy Defiance primarily follows Lyra Malfoy and Harry Potter at Hogwarts. I really hope that everyone who gave this fic a chance will join me for the sequel. Thanks again for reading and all of your wonderful support!
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