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2 of May - Battle of Hogwarts
Lucius desperately wants all this to end, but it will only end with Potter's death. Potter has escaped the Dark Lords clutches again and again. Potter is here. If Lucius can find him, explain ... does he know he's a horcrux.
"My Lord ... I can find the boy, bring him back. Let me be of use ..."
The Dark Lord slightly rubs his forehead, "You incompetent fool, I don't need you to find Potter. Go get someone who doesn't fail me, go get Severus."
Lucius's heart races, He runs out of there as fast as he can. Go get Severus. The Dark Lord isn't as unreadable as he thinks he is. Lucius knows that tone ... the slight anger, amusement and anticipation that he has just before ...
When Lucius finds his brother, Lucius is fighting back tears.
"Severus, the Dark Lord. He wishes to see you. He ... get out. Leave. He wants to kill you."
Severus's shoulders slump in relief, "It's almost over, finally. I just wish I could find Harry."
"No, no ...
"Brother, I've been on borrowed time since ... since. The only reason I didn't end myself last time was because of the need to protect Harry and to help bring an end to the Dark Lords. Now ..."
Lucius shakes his head ... "Please leave."
Severus slightly smiles, "You leave, go to your wife and son. You impertinent bastard."
Lucius wants to take his wife and son and run. Lucius wants to hide and grieve his brother's death but he has to stay for Narcissa and he have no wands and the tracker on his mark can't be removed. Draco is somewhere hiding in the castle, Lucius hopes that's the case. Hopefully the order hasn't killed him. The Dark Lord has destroyed so much Lucius cared about, his father, brother ... his son's innocence. This needs to end.
"No sign of him, my Lord," Says Dolohov.
"My Lord —"
"I thought he would come, I expected him to come. I was, it seems . . . mistaken," Says the Dark Lord.
"You weren't."
When the fighting starts up again Lucius grabs Narcissa's hand and gets to the back. Lucius has no more allies, Sir Parkinson dead, Goyle Senior dead, Lady Greengrass dead ... his brother.
"Mum, dad ...
Lucius chokes a sob and grabs his son in a hug, "Oh my Dragon, my beautiful Dragon."
Narcissa then wraps her arms around them. The hug is broken when Lucius and Draco hiss in pain and grab their marks. Lucius rolls his top and notices the mark is no longer there. The Dark Lord is dead and this time he won't be coming back. Thrills of excitement hit Lucius, well brother it's done, the rein of the Dark Lords are over.
Lucius smiles then in bliss grabs Narcissa and kisses her. It isn't broken until they hear Draco's cough of awkwardness. Lucius continues running his fingers through his wife hair and kisses her cheek softly.
Lucius leans in to whisper, "I love you so much."
Narcissa chuckles, "Love you too."
Lucius smiles, "He's gone, the disgusting monster is gone, he can longer hurt us. Use us."
Unknown to the Malfoy's is at this moment Arthur Weasley after hearing Lucius's comment gives the order to leave the Malfoy's and to round up others.
Jones slumps in the chair defeated, "It will seem Harry is dead."
"WHAT! No no, how do you come to that conclusion?" Asks Dudley.
Jones rubs her face and points to the family photos, "Harry's magic that was used to make him disappear from them is broken. It would have only broken with his death."
I slowly make my way to the mantel piece then grab a photo. The boys in the photo were four. Harry is sitting on the floor with a story book in his lap and Dudley is playing with some space ship thing. Neither are smiling. Dudley is too focused on his toy and Harry is looking up from his book looking to the camera like it's a pest. Harry was adorable though.
Placing the photo back I sit next to Jones and place my face into hands and start crying.
The safe house is void of talking, we are all too stunned to speak so overcome with emotion. Hours later no one has yet to say anything and the only sounds that have been heard is Ella's crying when she needs something.
"I'm going to risk it, I'm going to get in touch with Mr Weasley to know what's happening." Says Jones Finally.
I nod my head numbly unable to speak. Not long after Jones sent a message a magical silvery Weasel enters.
"Voldemort is defeated and Harry lives, the Dursley's can return home."
Jones and Diggle don't need to be telling twice, I get the feeling Jones is sick of 'babysitting' us.
Harry lives, Harry lives, Harry lives.
I smile at that.
When we arrive at Privet Drive and our guards leave us the feeling of home doesn't come to me. No happiness and joy of not being in hiding. No relief the Voldy creature is gone. Nothing. We survived but yet I feel no happiness of the fact. The house gives me the creeps. The immaculate street of fake horrible people. The gossipy hags that only want to discuss my family's situation.
I sob and place my hand over my mouth. "I can't do this, let's move away from here."
