But I'm alive, I survived you
And the bitter taste, the years I wasted
All the hate is gone
'Cause I'm alive

Heather Nova (Siren), Alive

I am getting transformed into Nikolo Ammaniti's writing technique, with all those examples and anthological comparing. That's not that inadequate, but my plot could still use a lot of anti-"summon-all-the-Sidney-Sheldon-works-and-create-your-own(plagiarise)-intrigue".

Disclaimah:
-Heater Nova belongs to herself;
-Nikolo Ammaniti and Sidney Sheldon belong to themselves (all in favour of impaling Sidney Sheldon?);
-characters of this story, found in any of the four phenomenal Harry Potter books, I righteously shanghaied away from Joanne Kathleen Rowling aka JKR;
-all the other characters belong to moi, or to someone else that I'm too amoral to mention;
-Lucius Malfoy belongs to moi, and you should know that by now;
-line in the story: "Eve bears the stigma of original sin" belong to DCD (Dead Can Dance, duh)'s song Xavier, that I used as one of the James' sayings;
-you belong to yourself (until of course, the CIA indoctrinates you);
-everything else I'm too indolent to mention belong to someone else.


PS: this is a part where Harry is born. He is a Leo, just like me. We (Leos) rule!

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The Dark Lord knew James had no intention in joining the Dark Forces due to getting no response from him. He sent his devoted Death Eaters to track him down, but they came back with nothing.
-"That's wonderful" - the Dark Lord sneered, spitefully. -"Crucio."
The bodies of three encloaked personas were on the floor, moaning in pain.
-"I don't want to hear that answer. 'We couldn't find them'" - the Dark Lord imitated them in the mocking voice. -"I want you to get me James Potter. If he doesn't respect Lord Voldemort, well that's just extremely prudent for him... and his family. He will see what have he done.
-"Get off the floor, you fools!" - he shouted at the three Death Eaters laying. They numbly raised, every nerve in their body aching, and walked over to where they were supposed to stand.
-"Lucius, you should be paying for this. Where is James Potter?" - he floated over to Lucius. There was no slightest part of the Death Eaters' face that is exposed under the black mask. That gives them freedom to express all of the feelings and deeds just to themselves.
This time, Lucius tightly shut his inhospitable grey eyes, breathing deeply for himself. 'That imbecile got away' he was thinking.
-"I don't know, my sir" - Lucius made a response, feebly. So feebly that he sounded almost like Ancilla. He wasn't so contemptuous now. His Pure Blood superiority seemed to be leaking out of him.
-"That answer doesn't satisfy me" - the Lord Voldemort hissed; his tongue was like snake's. He turned to the circle of his entourage: -"Everyone, accept my dear friend Lucius, here, is dismissed."
Everyone dissapparated, leaving him all alone with His Darkness Lord Voldemort. He was glad that he couldn't see Ancilla face now. He predicted it would be bathed in victory.
-"Lucius, I always liked snakes. Do you like snakes?" - was what Lord Voldemort said. Lucius bit his lip, and answered.



-three years later-



Lily dreadfully came through her ninth month of pregnancy, and her and James' little child was about to be born. The doctor came over on James' call. He didn't let James and Sirius (who also arrived over when he heard was informed the blithe news) be at the same room while Lily was giving the birth to the baby. James insisted to help, but the nurse kicked him out because only knowledge James had in medicine was how the babies are made.
-"I'm going to be a father" - James repeated for thousandth time to Sirius. He thrust his delighted face into Sirius'.
-"That is wonderful, but I know that already" - Sirius said, calmly. He wore that melancholic smile.
-"James?"
-"Uh-hm?"
-"Remember that time in the second grade when you kept pulling Lily's hair?" - Sirius asked.
-"Yeah. That was the time girls and boys chased each other."
-"And remember the time when we had a fight about who is stronger, and we were beating each other up?"
-"Yeah, that was pretty dumb. And McGonagall gave us both detentions."
-"And remember the time, in grade five, when we went with Lucius and Walden, and gotten smashed to our core. We were so drunk that we literally could not find our way back to the dormitory. We spent the night under the Marble Staircase. We could've gotten so suspended, or expelled."
-"Yeah, that's the time when you threw up, James."
-"Yeah, all over Lucius" - James laughed.
-"Lucius went frantic, he wanted to kill you. He had to take all of his clothes off, and you two shared your clothes. It smelled so bad, his expensive, snobbish robes" - Sirius punched James amicably on his shoulder.
-"Mr Potter, I reckon you would prefer to see your son now, then to continue with the chit-chat?" - the nurse asked, strictly. James stopped laughing, and went inside the room. He had a son now, that's what the nurse told him. Sirius followed him, eagerly.
Lily wasn't something special pretty. She just gave birth to their son. Tiny infant was held by her. Her smile was never broad as today. It illuminated by the happiness of having the new-born descendant.
-"It's wonderful" - James ate the distance with great buoyancy.
-"Ow" - Sirius was so tendered by the appearance of the petit baby. Such a special baby. The miniature hands, with round, tiny, soft fingers.
James carefully touched baby's hand with his index finger. He was very pleased when the baby's hand moved, touching him back, rolling its large eyes around. The baby didn't realise in what great danger they lived. The baby was happy. Happy to have such an adorable parents.
-"We have to name him" - James cried happily, being unable to draw his stare away from the darling suckling. -"Sirius, you are the Godfather."
-"Of course" - Sirius snapped at him, but quietly. He couldn't distract the baby he loved already as much as his own child. -"I'll say the name, and you agree of disagree. Okay, what about Severus?"
-"That would be fine" - Lily's comment was overpowered by James's -"Eww, my son, the greasy, ugly, nasty Snape? No way, Jose. Next name?"
-"Ambrosius?"
-"No."
-"Gerrit?"
-"Nope."
-"Paul?"
-"No."
-"Tinky-Winky? Dipsy? Lala? Poe?"
-"No."
-"Marcus."
-"No."
-"Draco?"
-"Ewww, what kind of name is that?"
-"Harry?"
-"Yes, perfecto, Harry. Sirius, say hi to my son, your godson, Harry."

James was always delighted to anything that had to do anything with little Harry. Even trying to hush him whole night as he would be crying something he enjoyed (for now).
Lily wasn't out of the house very often. But today, she have been announcing this day for a week already, she was going to the Diagon Alley to buy herself some new clothes. Well she went, and when she came back, she had some business elsewhere.
James thought that day would be perfect for Ancilla to come and see his child. Ancilla was so looking foreword to. She apparated to Godric's Hollow. James met her somewhere, and led her where he lived. James trusted that she would never tell Lord Voldemort where he is, but she made him sure that it's better for her not to know. She hated the fact that Lord Voldemort still didn't want to forgive Lucius because he can't find James Potter. She would rather rattle on James than see Dark Lord keeping to torture Lucius, or even kill him.
James took her inside his new house. It was exactly like the last one, but it was just on different location.
-"Where is little Harry?" - she was extremely excited. James showed her the cradle in the living room, with white laced baldaquine. She run over to it, ecstatic. She stopped to see a bun of white cotton sheet wrapped around an adorable child. Harry was awake, and unusually quiet.
-"He's so adorable... so..." - Ancilla's reaction was speechlessness. The softness and warmth she felt inside wasn't convoluted for anyone to describe. She continued looking at wee Harry. James and Ancilla were both bent over him, faces full of gentleness. James had his left arm over her sleek shoulder.
-"Look at his hands, they are so small" - she touched his hands, carefully. Little Harry grabbed her finger, and held it.
-"So delicate" - she cried. James wasn't surprised to see her eyes getting misty. She lost a baby around three years ago.
-"Can I hold it?" - she whined. James nodded his head, grinning. She raised the bundle and gasped at Harry. He smiled at her.
-"Did you see that? He smiled at me?" - he said, delighted. She behaved like when she was a four years old girl, and her older brother taught her to ride broom. Blasphemous nemesis seized her brother, who died, five years later, by falling off that very same broom he taught her on. After that, she wasn't happy when she had to ride to broom. Until Lucius made her trust his, and taught her how to ride it very well and not be afraid of it.
-"Yeah, I saw it. Do you want to sit down. " - James beckoned her to the set of sofa and few heirloom armchairs around. Lily's bags were laying around the sofa with her new-bought garments.
-"On what date what he born?" - Asked Ancilla James. She passed the bundle of Harry to James who was sitting on the armchair. She occupied leftover space on the couch, nosily staring at Lily's bags.
-"July 31st" - James answered.
-"He's a Leo?" - she asked.
-"Yeah."
-"What's your sign?" - Ancilla asked, curiously.
-"Cancer; and you are..."
-"Scorpio; I never knew you're Cancer, that's why we get so well" - Ancilla said, affirmatively.
-"What is Lucius?" - James asked teasingly.
-"He's a Virgo. That's why he can be so picky and so prissy sometimes."
-"Lucius prissy?" - James was suddenly really interested.
-"Not in that way. He is not feminine, I meant in the way that sometimes he always has some complain. I love the way he is sometimes so sensitive and sweet" - Ancilla said, full of clemency.
-"Maybe to you" - James said. Lucius sweet? That's so ironic.
-"What about Lily?"
-"She's Aries."
-"Same as Calvin. They are so impossible sometimes. Stubborn and self-assured." - She said.
James suddenly noticed that Ancilla just can't get her stare away from the bags beside her.
-"If you're so curious about what my wife bought, just look over" - James said, sighingly.
-"Oh, Lily bought that?" - she asked, snatching a closest bag, and started looking inside. -"Is this her clothes?"
-"Yes. Something's wrong? not short and tight enough for you? Too old fashioned?" - James had his regular taunting face, he reserved for Ancilla only. He loved screwing up with her. The responses varied on her mood. Either he will get lamenting or she will tell him off in the obnoxious way.
-"No, it's just cheap" - she whined. James glanced at her figure. She was slim, with everything perfect on her. Her black, tight, short skirt exposed her long legs. And her belted blazed was kind of open.
-"Not everyone is as big snob as you are, Deitrich. Nevertheless, I love her the same way if she wears what you're wearing or rag she found on the street" - he told her, gravely.
-"I'm not a snob. I just care how I look, Potter" - she said breathlessly, going over orange robes Lily had.
-"What do you do so your body is of such a perfect built? I mean, it's so perfect" - he inquired to know.
-"Nothing, I just sit at home, eating" - she said sarcastically, losing interest in what else Lily bought.
-"How come you're so lean, than?" - James asked. He didn't quite get her sarcasm.
-"Never mind" - Ancilla smirked. -"You know what? We should celebrate the birth of your son. Where do you keep alcohol in your house?"
-"No one in this house is alcoholic, Ancilla." - James said, as he returned precious little baby to its cradle.
-"I swear, I'm not an alcoholic" - she said sweetly.
-"Of course you're not. Remember my wedding?"
-"It was Lucius' fault, darling. Now, where do you keep 'intoxicating beverages'?" - she stood up, looking around for a possible place. At her house, it was on the table, laid neatly, with fresh ice, always.
-"You were hell smashed, my darling. Don't bother with looking, Lily hides it away from me, always. She wants to make sure that I'm not drinking. I reckon you should do that to your husband. (-"And get myself neutered.") Anyway, I know where it is. Sit down, I'll bring it to you" - he literally decreed her.
Few minutes later, James came back, carrying twenty-sixer bottle of the straight Smirnoff vodka.
-"Vodka!, darling, that's so hard-core" - she said, thrilled.
James moved Lily's bags on the floor, and sat beside Ancilla. Speechlessly he poured two small glasses. He handed her one.
-"For your son" - Ancilla said and they drunk the vodka.
-"One more" - James sipped more into their glasses. -"For Lucius and you, to be happy!" - they drunk everything again.
-"Two shots of vodka. I bet you can't drink more" - Ancilla teased. James mesmerisingly grabbed the bottle from where he poured, and drank few more gulps, how much he could muster at single shot.
Slightly, he shivered from all the ethyl.
-"Now lets see you" - he passed her the bottle. She gazed at him. Alcohol was slowly poisoning his blood.
She took the bottle, and placed on her mouth. Around the twelfth gulp (they weren't so small) she spat the last one over the flood, shivering and making that sound when you're throwing up.
-"Just don't throw up" - James inclined his head backwards.
-"It already hit you, honey" - she said. That warm, blessed feeling every time you taste the alcohol overtook her.
-"Oh James, I love you" - she kissed his cheek, and laid her head on his strong shoulder. He patted her hair.
-"This is how we bear the stigma of the sin last time, Ancilla darling, isn't it" - James asked, not being sure if that book shelf in front of his really vibrated. Or was it just him, hallucinating, perhaps.


-one year after-

Chronos was just being mean. Zeus was just being mean. Allah was just being mean. The holy trinity was just being mean. Thor was just being negligent. Ignorant. He could just have used one of his thunders and stuck it into the Lord Voldemort before he have risen. Maybe someone else would become the tyran equal to Lord Voldemort, but it certainly wouldn't be the self-proclaimed Messiah (sent from the Dark Side to bring the uprightness).
Enough with religion. Voldemort was the one who was far more meaner than all those divinities together. He killed with no pardon.

Sirius suspected that someone (who is not supposed to) knows about him being the Potters' Secret Keeper and where the Potters are. He didn't know how. Those were just convoluted things no one cared to trace down due to it's complexity.
He warned James and Lily. They talked about that. They found Peter Petigrew to be an excellent alternative. Even though they haven't seen him in very long time, Lupin kept contact with him.

And Peter had life on his own. He finally conquered that little fame he always craved for. But he kept his image of the unimportant rodent, working for minimum wage, and being bullied by everyone at the work. But than, at night, he would chaperon the massacres. For the Dark Force, of course. He couldn't thank Lucius more for involving him in everything. But he didn't.
The Dark Lord wasn't the happiest with him all the time. To be exact, Peter was such a bad wizard that we didn't nothing right. But he was an excellent threshold for the Dark Lord.
Lord Voldemort was going through another of his raving tantrums. Peter was the easiest one to harass.
-"Peter Petigrew, what did I order you to bring me?" - Lord Voldemort asked, sadistically.
-"You asked me to bring you the outlines of the Oracle Project from the Ministry of Magic" - he feebly answered; his voice sounded like a girl's voice. The Oracle Project was (no it wasn't the data base thingy on the computers) a principal strategy and register of the all the suspected to have anything to do with the Dark Side, and everything that is known about You-Know-Who aka Lord Voldemort. It was part of the Ministry espionage plan, with Crouch as the chair. Peter was supposed to get the copy of it to Lord Voldemort.
-"I am a philanthropic person, Peter."
-"Thank you, my Lord" - Peter fell down on his knees.
-"That's why I will grant you a Cruciatus curse" - Lord Voldemort smirked, absolutely reflecting crude sadism. His serpentine eyes shined as he pronounced the words of the adversity.
Well-known pain of the Forbidden Curse spread over his body. Snickers of other Death Eaters were heard around. Especially Lucius'. The Dark Lord stopped vexing on him absolutely, from the time he showed him he is able to perform such a good curse of memory damage.
-"On the other hand, Bartemius Crouch brought us interesting news. He declares that everyone on the list for the new trials, promoted by his father, have nothing to do with our side. All the accused are wrong. He saw his fathers' documents. Good work, boy" - Lord Voldemort said, gratifiedly. Somehow, little Crouch was always so affectionate to him. And Crouch was the only person that received less torturing than any other Death Eater.
-"Another thing that worries me is that there are no news about James Potter and his whereabouts. I swore, he can't hoodwink Lord Voldemort. I will kill him, along with his consigned to hell family. Even his little son he that was born" - he said, through his teeth, staring into the utter dark.
-"Master" - Ancilla said fraily.
-"Yes" - Lord Voldemort used his sweet-mocking voice he reserved for her. His face screwed into cynical warmth.
-"I don't think you should kill Potter's son" - he couldn't see through her mask; the illumination of her eyes was opaque for him. Yeah, it was hidden by her black mask, which he next moment tear away from her face. She was left with the hood only, covering her head.
-"Keep your comments to yourself, Deitrich. If I'm not mistaking myself, which is extremely scant situation, I have say that you're showing too many signs of fondness towards James Potter. That's not something I expect from a decorous Dead Eater." - He was grave. Ancilla could swear that Lord Voldemort was all the time looking at Lucius, who was rotting, safe inside his womb.
Ancilla felt naked without her mask. Everyone could see her eyes, and she saw no one.
-"You think that your gorgeous looks will disentangle you from what I have for you, right now?" - he asked, pointing the peak of his wand on her chin.
She was looking at him, craving for some sympathy.
-"Crucio-Capitae" - Lord Voldemort pronounced the armchair words of the one of the deadliest curses. It was a variation on the Cruciatus Curse.
Instead of her whole body aching, it was her head only. She let an enervated shriek holding her hair.
-"You're a pretty girl" - he approached her, fatheringly. -"I reckon you want to save your prettiness."
Fact that Ancilla was a female was never forgotten by Lord Voldemort. Everything they done, she always had some special role in it. For a very long time, she was the only dame. Than the Quintus Lestranger married, and his wife, Melissa joined their Dark Circles, too.
Melissa was something else. With her long black hair, and her psychotic eyes, she resembled middle age stereotype of a witch.

Dumbledore provided a safe exile to the students. They felt safe, and didn't think about anything else. Of course, they didn't know that one of the faculty is the Death Eater. Snape of course that was. He was sinister to everyone. His classes were hell for anyone that is not in Slytherin house.
-"Anita Brown, how many times do I have to tell you not to look over the magazines in class? Twenty points off Hufflepuff" - Snape's nostrils flared. Anita Brown (aunt of Lavender Brown) gave him dirty look over everyone. Snape didn't bother to notice.

Ancilla held quite a tantrum for Lucius after she had been tortured by Lord Voldemort. She blamed him for everything. But he would be so sweet from time to time that she had to absolve all of his lax actions and their consequences. Lucius was just too affectionate to her, and she adored him. He got a son seven months ago.
Ancilla was flattered because he behaved to her like she was his mother. He also named him Draco, the name he and Ancilla picked. On Narcissa's great disapprobation, Ancilla was Draco's godmother.
To Draco, Ancilla behaved like a real mother. She would always hold him, and do everything else for him. Lucius mourned so much because Ancilla couldn't be the one to give birth to his heir.
But they had their moments. Ancilla was working in her husband's study, filing the papers. Lucius came over to visit her. They ended up having some great time on the couch of the study. They were (semi-) fully dressed, still, of course.
-"How's Draco?" - she asked, resting her head on his chest. Lucius fixed his stare, his tongue soothing tips of his teeth, stroking Ancilla's hair.
-"He's good. He keeps saying words like 'kwookey' and 'prewwwwt'" - Lucius answered, happily.
-"That's sweet" - she pulled his cravat and found herself face-to-face with the man she adored. They made out. They haven't noticed her husband returned. He just wanted to see if Ancilla finished.
Calvin raged beyond the expected. But it was a silent spleen. Because this was something he could expect from Ancilla. And he wasn't surprised to see Lucius Malfoy with her. They were always so close...
-"I love you, Lucius" - Calvin heard her saying. He was standing right in front of them. Ancilla had her eyes closed all the time. But Lucius looked, and frowned deeply, enfolding his gaze.
-"Ancillæ (that's the way he pronounced it), I thought I told you to file me those cases" - Calvin hissed.
Ancilla sprung, looking up to her husband.

Peter Petigrew was at first sceptic to be called over to Potters. He totally knew nothing about them, and he heard no news from them in a long time. Every time he asked Remus and Sirius about James and Lily, they would rapidly change the subject. They informed his though that James and Lily got the son (which he rattled to Lord Voldemort, faster than the speed of light). Now, this time, Sirius was the one to apparate Peter over to where Potters were.
Peter impotently hazed into the house of Potters. Sirius literally was pushing Peter foreword into the living room where James and Lily were. Harry was crawling around the sofa, making baby sounds. He knew how to say 'Mama' and 'Dada'. Another of his colloquia was "boobah".
James was grave. He stared into the empty fireplace. Some glacial quaver enthralled his corpse. He urged to lit the fire.
-"You're finally here" - Lily flew over to them, and snatched Sirius into a hug. -"All this time, I waited for the Dark Lord to arrive."
Peter was ambiguously confused. He questioned himself why is he here. Alongside that, he was summoning all the to him known facts that he can inform to the Dark Lord. Lord Voldemort will be not happy but relieved to find out that Peter Petigrew can do something right.
James and Sirius closely told him all the details about the Protégetarius Hex. Peter eagerly comprehended every following word. His inside lightened after James asked him if he could be their Secret Keeper.
-"I knew I can trust you, Peter, even though you were always an insignificant rodent" - Sirius said, clapping his shoulder. It almost smashed whole bone structure of Peter's upper body.
-"Of course, that's what the friends are for" - Peter found himself laying. He was never so good at lying in his life like he was right now. He guessed that the urge to boast himself in front of the other Death Eaters by revealing the secret where the Potters are was the main stimulus.
Neither Sirius, nor James, nor Lily sensed any dishonesty in Peter's voice, or saw a stigma of guile in his gestures.
James opened the very same book Dumbledore used to protect them. Sirius got it from him, several weeks ago. The changing spell was quite simple, but they needed someone else to perform it. Remus would be a good idea, they thought. Sirius went to pick him up.
Remus did the charm. It was all done. Peter Petigrew was new Secret Keeper of Potters. Sirius, Lily, James, and Remus could sleep peacefully at night, now that they are safe (or that their friends are safe, in Remus and Sirius' case).

-"Calvin, it's not what you think" - Ancilla snapped at her husband, as soon as she reached him. He stopped beside the stairs that descended into the lower level, or in the other words: potential void of death.
He couldn't bear the sight of his wife and Lucius Malfoy, so he hurried outside the chamber.
-"Lemme guess, you are just practising for the play, aren't you?" - Calvin said. Lucius appeared in the background, watching closely.
-"Calvin" - she lamented.
-"You told him you love him, don't deny. So it was true what I heard about you two" - he hissed, dangerously. His right hand was on his hip.
-"Who did you hear it from?" - Ancilla asked.
-"Crouch. What do you have with Lucius Malfoy? Tell me the truth. And don't lie, because I'll know." - Calvin inquired. He knew Ancilla well. When crucial moments came, she couldn't lie. That was one of the simple ways to squeeze all the veracity out of her. She was surprised how big bimbo from time to time she was.
-"I love Lucius Malfoy. When I go back in time, summoning all the memories, experience, and facts, I loved him for a very long time. Even before he confessed me that he loves me." - She snapped at him. It was clear she was sick of pretending to be an innocent victim every time someone accused her of doing something.
Calvin took this in calm way.
-"That's so skanky of you. Why didn't you ever tell me that?" - he asked.
-"Because you would neglect the fact."
-"How long is this between you two going?" - he was interested to find out everything.
-"Because you would never pull the engagement off" - she cried at him, not caring to answer his question.
-"Your father is the one who would never pull the engagement off. He is so like you, stubborn, and on alert what the rest think. He wanted no conflicts nor affairs." - Calvin told her in her face. She thought of nothing. She thought of nothing prudent enough to be said by her.
-"I bet you would be happy if I say that I'm giving her to you" - Calvin turned to Lucius. His spleen to Lucius was enormous. But it was more the comformical inferno of the irony, with the venomous spike of jealousy. -"She would never do anything to tear her social status apart. Neither if the love is the reason."
Ancilla looked down so no one could see what she was thinking.
-"Your methodical ethics will never bring you happiness" - he said to her. Ancilla was thinking. It came back to her, all evidently. As much as begged her father, telling him how much she hated Calvin Scorge and how much she loved Lucius Malfoy, deep down inside her she was appalled of the scandal she would make if she married Lucius Malfoy when she was someone else's fiancée. What would their family friends say about her, the ones who kept giving the comments about how perfect couple they are. But back again, she wouldn't try to hide sassiness and obnoxity for Calvin in front of anyone. That was the perplexity of the mind that is obscure to psychiatry. I would equal it all to the inconsistency, emotional infirmness. She lived in self-contradiction, not knowing what she really wants. She wanted Lucius, but she wanted no affairs. She wanted everything to come simple and lucid just for her.
-"I'm leaving you, Ancilla" - said Calvin, briskly. -"I'm divorcing you, I don't want to be with you anymore. You're free to be with anyone you want to be"
-"You can't leave me" - she snapped. She remembered how she thought that Calvin would never leave her, that Calvin was the one who would never pull this off. Was she right, or was Calvin saying the truth?
-"Oh, yes I can" - he retorted back to her, and headed downstairs. He stepped on the first step, nothing; he stepped down on the second step. Was that the lose of balance, or something else was never to be found out. The irony of the life was. He fulfilled his promise, he left her. He crashed down the stairs.
It was obvious that he was dead, by the tremendous pond of the blood that flowed out of his head.
Anyhow, she run downstairs to make sure. No pulse, nothing. The hæmorrhage was enormous in such a peccable minute she needed to get downstairs. She straightened up, and thought.
-"Ancilla" - Lucius whispered onto her ear. She haven't noticed him standing beside her.
-"Yes, darling" - she asked. She looked drugged. She stared into nothing, comprehending how her husband is dead now.
-"Are you realising something, love?" - Lucius asked, face bright. He turned her jaw with palm of his hand, towards his lips.
-"Not a damn thing Lucius, beside the fact that Calving accomplished his promise" - she answer, bitterly, still gazing at the distant abstract point.
-"You're free, Ancilla. I can finally love you, without hindrance. You're mine, only" - Lucius passionately snatched her around her thin waist.
She sighed, and sarcastically said: -"That's of no use, you are not free."
-"Oh, I can get free anytime I want, mon cher" - Lucius said, kissing the area between her cheek and neck. Just around the jaw bone.
-"Lucius, he just died" - she lamented, staring to cry.
-"He gave you to me" - Lucius paid no attention to what she was saying.
-"Lucius, he left me" - she screamed even louder this time.
-"Yeah, he left you to me, that's what I said" - Lucius finally looked into her.
-"I though I hated him."
-"So you did. It doesn't matter no more. You can marry me now." - Lucius enthusiastically squished her hand.
-"I can't."
-"Why not?" - he asked, clement eyes.
-"You're married to Narcissa" - her answer was honest. But to Lucius, it was a deep cynicism.
-"I don't care for her. I care for you, only." - He said gravely.
-"I don't want to ruin your marriage" - she calmed herself down, pronouncing those words feebly.
-"And you want to ruin both my and your life?" - untamed ire centralised inside him in less than a second. He never expected this from her.
-"I want no affaire d'amour, Lucius" - her face was screwed. All the wrinkles on her face seemed exaggerated, she looked older.
-"So it was true what Calvin said before he died. You're just too public concerned that you will never be able to be happy, you're just like your father. Who the fuck cares what everyone says!" - Lucius snapped at her, shaking her whole body.
Funny part was that neither of them gave a shit that there is the dead man, laying.
-"You're talking about my father like it's something corrupt being alike him."
-"You tell me what's corrupt. And why are you defending him, you haven't spoken a word to him in ages" - Lucius snapped at her.
-"Don't you tell me what to do" - she said, slapped him, and run away up the stairs. Lucius tried to get her, but she was just to fast for him. She hid herself inside one of the numerous rooms.

Calvin was buried. Ancilla didn't participate his burial. Everyone thought she was just mourning him too much. It wasn't true. She didn't dare to show up.
Ancilla and Lucius quickly got over their fight. Lucius still hoped he'll get her to marry him. And she perplexed everything; she was happy she still got some moral inside due to not wanting to ruin Lucius and Narcissa's marriage. They had son after all.
That wasn't moral. It was just that social snobbishness. She wouldn't want people talking around how she was the one ruining Lucius and Narcissa's marriage.

The Dark Lord just dismissed Ancilla's father. Julius Deitrich was one of his old and trustworthy associates. He was at his service from the start. He knew he could trust him. His tasks were something superior to normal Death Eaters. Lucius was on his way to become one of Lord Voldemort's associates. He has proven to be what the Dark Lord needs.
-"You did a great job, Julius. There is a tiny little thing that I don't really like. And that is your daughter, Ancilla" - the Dark Lord spoke to him. It was just like speaking to an old friend.
-"Having problems with her?" - Julius asked, sombrely. He didn't wear cloak and mask, but his daily clothes. It was all black, indeed.
He reminded himself on the time when he was raising Ancilla. She was so hard to argue. For her whole life, more time she didn't speak to her father, than she did. And he couldn't buy himself off with expensive Christmas present.
-"She doesn't listen. She haven't spoken a word to me since she married Calvin. Now when he died, she seems even madder at me" - he spoke, jadedly.
-"She is really pretty" - the Dark Lord said, distinctly. Julius alertly shoot a stare to him.
-"It's time for me to go" - Julian said, and dissapparated.
The Dark Lord stood on the very same place for a minute. Severus Snape was supposed to come to him. Severus wasn't there, indeed. Peter Petigrew was.
-"My Lord, sorry for interrupting, but I have an important news for you" - he talked briskly, spit flying out of his mouth.
-"It better be damn important, you rat" - the Dark Lord snarled, neurasthenically.
-"I know where the Potters are, sir."

I shall conclude it this way. Words are too deviate everything to describe those moments.

We know very good what happened next; even if we don't, logic sense is still primal, we can sense it.
Everything else is history.


Exerts from 'Smart majke Jugovica" (The Doom Jugovic's Mother)

My dead God, oh big miracle!
When the army dropped their guns on the Cassova glen,
In that army nine Jugovics
And tenth old Jug Bogdan.
Mother Jugovic prays to the God
So God'd give her eyes of an eagle
And white swan wings,
So she flies on flat Cassova
And see her nine Jugovics
And tenth old-Jug Bogdan


*Cassova - archaic and proper name for Kosovo, southern Republic of today's Yugoslavia