Disclaimer: This is fan fiction cause you use someone else's stuff to make
your own story line. These things are mostly J.K. Rowling's, with a few
additions from me.
Hey, sorry about the short chapter last time, I wanted everyone to know I'm starting this up again.
IV. In Which We Learn Of Magical Abilities
"You're not being careful, sister darling." Caspian Morose was no longer a muttering idiot. His words were acid.
"As if you are? That Granger girl? At least Arry' is pureblood."
"He is your target."
"I hate you."
"No you don't," and he grabbed her arm, "you hate father."
"I do not hate father. I hate Lucius."
"Are you really that infantile? You of all people know your past and future."
"You turn into him every day."
"I am only protecting the orb, damn you."
"This, this has nothing to do with de' orb."
"Silly, silly, silly." And he conjured a puff of purple smoke, which he swirled through her hair. "Silly little child. The Orb has only one purpose."
"I hate the Orb."
"Without it, you would hardly exist."
"Perhaps the Orb would not exist without me."
"Do I need to repeat your instructions?"
"Matthias briefed me."
"Matthias is only intelligent when it comes to clubs and parties. He knows nothing. It is why he is your father, and mine. It is why Lucius chose him."
"So we could be raised by a man with less than an eighth of our intelligence?"
"No, because he needed someone catatonic enough to be malleable. And so far, Matthias has been perfect." Since Caspian was lying on the dark ground, stretched and taut, he could not see the scathing glances his sister awarded his statements with. "And now, he expects you to have been influenced by Matthias. To Lucius, you are a woman and not a boy for one reason: you should feel subservient and obedient. You should be doing his bidding, caring for the Orb, as he has requested. If you haven't realized, you have no control over your brain."
"Of course I do." She said this with petulance, as she knew she didn't.
"No, not at all. You control what you do with those thoughts, which is the only reason the Potter child isn't a mangled pulp. But you love him, and so you fight the murderlust. Lets see how long you survive with Lucius at the controls."
"You favor him."
"I understand him."
"Then you are worse." She blew into the air a green cloud appeared. She stepped onto it, and charmed it to carry her to Gryffindor Common Room. As she swept into the grayish skies, she swore she heard an extremely faint "Maybe."
Hey, sorry about the short chapter last time, I wanted everyone to know I'm starting this up again.
IV. In Which We Learn Of Magical Abilities
"You're not being careful, sister darling." Caspian Morose was no longer a muttering idiot. His words were acid.
"As if you are? That Granger girl? At least Arry' is pureblood."
"He is your target."
"I hate you."
"No you don't," and he grabbed her arm, "you hate father."
"I do not hate father. I hate Lucius."
"Are you really that infantile? You of all people know your past and future."
"You turn into him every day."
"I am only protecting the orb, damn you."
"This, this has nothing to do with de' orb."
"Silly, silly, silly." And he conjured a puff of purple smoke, which he swirled through her hair. "Silly little child. The Orb has only one purpose."
"I hate the Orb."
"Without it, you would hardly exist."
"Perhaps the Orb would not exist without me."
"Do I need to repeat your instructions?"
"Matthias briefed me."
"Matthias is only intelligent when it comes to clubs and parties. He knows nothing. It is why he is your father, and mine. It is why Lucius chose him."
"So we could be raised by a man with less than an eighth of our intelligence?"
"No, because he needed someone catatonic enough to be malleable. And so far, Matthias has been perfect." Since Caspian was lying on the dark ground, stretched and taut, he could not see the scathing glances his sister awarded his statements with. "And now, he expects you to have been influenced by Matthias. To Lucius, you are a woman and not a boy for one reason: you should feel subservient and obedient. You should be doing his bidding, caring for the Orb, as he has requested. If you haven't realized, you have no control over your brain."
"Of course I do." She said this with petulance, as she knew she didn't.
"No, not at all. You control what you do with those thoughts, which is the only reason the Potter child isn't a mangled pulp. But you love him, and so you fight the murderlust. Lets see how long you survive with Lucius at the controls."
"You favor him."
"I understand him."
"Then you are worse." She blew into the air a green cloud appeared. She stepped onto it, and charmed it to carry her to Gryffindor Common Room. As she swept into the grayish skies, she swore she heard an extremely faint "Maybe."