A/N: Umm.....new chapter. Not much to say. I can't say for certain when the next one will be up. Next month sometime, perhaps? I'm very busy, you see. Anyway, read and review and I sincerely apologise, as I am certain the latin used in this chapter is wrong. :-p
Chapter 11- Master Malfoy
Emmanuel stared at Snape.
"So my Father was actually a good guy who was kind of....um, possessed by Voldemort?"
Snape nodded, looking awkward. "Yes."
There was further silence as Emmanuel mulled over this new information given to him in the last hour. He still felt decidedly bitter about being lied to by his Mother, but the resentment towards his Father had faded.
Snape rose from the chair he'd been sitting in, stretching his long limbs gracefully before looking to the window. His elegant Roman profile, half shaded in dying sunlight turned to Emmanuel.
"The thought occured to me Emmanuel," he began "that during the stay at the manor, I should've taken you and Eve to see your Father's childhood home, since it is so close. However, it seems work took up my time so I regretfully had to leave it until a later date. As far as I know, your sister is in London at the moment with my nephew-"
"She is?" Emmanuel interrupted, springing from his seat on his bed.
"Did Seth tell you that your Sister was the first out of the two of you to find out?"
"Well yes, but what's she doing in London with Professor Dinsdale?"
"I imagine that your Sister, being the willful little creature she is, decided to find some answers for herself."
"I wish she could've taken me," the younger boy muttered. "I would much prefer to be in London than here right now."
"To be perfectly honest, I don't think your Sister would've wanted you there. I received an owl from Atticus this morning, and he believes that Eve's still resentful. However, they're going to see Tony this evening, so perhaps that will rectify matters."
"Professor.....I still want to know more."
Snape turned to the window again, glancing out the dormitory window to the dark, stony wall opposite.
"Emmanuel, there's someone I want you to meet."
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Eve froze as 'Master Malfoy' strode quickly down towards where she sat. She looked uncertainly at Catherine, Atticus and Iphigenia, but they looked remarkably calm.
In marched Draco, Tony trailing him. He shrugged off a massive cloak with a dark fur collar, and Tony rushed to hang it up. The whole time, he did not take his eyes off Eve. She felt Atticus' hand slide into hers and squeeze it.
Once he'd settled into his seat, Draco finally spoke, his eyes finally leaving Eve's.
"Tony," he drawled in a young, elegant voice soaked with wine "you have not introduced me."
Eve couldn't help but notice Tony tugging at his shirt collar nervously. He smiled confidently at Draco.
"Mr Malfoy, I trust you'd remember Iphigenia Lister?"
"Yes, yes. How goes it, meus condiscipulus?" he asked, pronouncing the final words with a deliberate carefulness as he reached forward to kiss her hand.
Iphigenia smiled serpentinely at Draco. "Well, iuvenis. And you?"
Draco flinched a little, the ghost of a scowl crossing his features. "Yes, I'm fine. Dinsdale, correct?" he continued, looking in Atticus' direction.
"Malfoy." Atticus replied politely, shaking hands.
Eve swore that the tension between them was so thick, it could be cut with a knife. Atticus' and Draco's small smiles just seemed to conceal something else.
"Have you met my fiancee Catherine Howell?" asked Atticus, gesturing to the woman beside him.
Draco's smile widened as he shook hands with the witch. "Your tastes are surprisably impeccable Dinsdale. Especially considering your heritage."
This comment was met with a brief silence, in which Eve was sure she could see a bead of sweat running down Tony's forehead. Atticus looked like he was ready to pull his wand out at any moment.
"And," Draco continued in his wine-soaked tone, regarding Eve again. "who is this little bird?"
"This, Master Malfoy, is my second cousin Eveleen Quirrell. Eve, this is Draco Malfoy, one of my most trusted customers."
Draco extended his pale hand in Eve's direction. It was with great trepidation that Eve shook it, nodding politely.
"N-Nice to meet you, Mr Malfoy."
Draco chuckled, a sound that sounded disconcertingly warm coming from his mouth. "How charming you are. You stutter like your dearly departed Father."
Eve said nothing to this, except to smile nervously. Draco seemed unphased by this and continued speaking.
"So, an acquaintance of mine tells me you are at Hogwarts this year. What house are you in?"
"Ravenclaw." Eve replied.
"How appropriate for you. I presume your brother is in it too?"
"Yes."
"Yes, very appropriate. Particularly for someone of your heritage." to Atticus, he asked. "I trust they're aware of their impressive family history?"
It was the first time that Eve had seen Atticus look particularly puzzled, and she was feeling quite the same herself. What prestigious family history? Her Mother had come from a line of muggles and half-blood wizards, her Father from a middle-class pureblood wizarding family.
"Yes," Atticus replied finally, staring at his shoes. "and what a history it is!" he added, looking up at Draco.
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While Eve and Atticus were puzzling over the family heritage, Emmanuel found himself following Snape up the stone steps of a tower he hadn't even seen before. He was cold, and the darkness of the tower unnerved him.
Snape, almost sensing the boy's nervousness announced. "Just about there, Emmanuel."
Finally, near the top they stopped at a wooden door. Snape knocked on the door twice, and then kicked it once.
"Come in, Severus, Emmanuel." came a faint, old voice from behind it.
"How does he know my name?" asked Emmanuel, only to see Snape put a finger to his lips as they entered.
The room was brightly lit, with candles lurking on the window sills, book shelves, and just about anything else. A large, old gilded mirror stood in the corner, elsewhere there were varied strange-looking gadgets and by one of the windows, a beautiful phoenix, fast asleep. Emmanuel, having always been fascinated by magical creatures, ventured for a closer look.
"Emmanuel, please don't aw-"
"There's no need to bother the boy, Severus." came a voice from behind him."He is merely curious and I'm sure Fawkes will enjoy the company."
Emmanuel turned around to see Snape standing next to a much older man, who was sitting in large maroon velvet chair. Emmanuel couldn't get over how old he was. Long silver hair with a beard to match, a long, crooked nose and wise-looking eyes that looked out from a pair of half-moon glasses.
"Emmanuel," said Snape, gesturing to the man. "this is our former Headmaster, Professor Albus Dumbledore."
"Professor Dumbledore?!" Emmanuel exclaimed excitedly. "Wow....Mum's told us all about you!"
Dumbledore chuckled softly. "Well I would think she has."
"How did you know my name?"
"Oh, I know all the student's names. But I remember your name in particular, as your last name is one that is memorable, and for so many reasons."
"Everyone says that," said Emmanuel, sitting down opposite the older wizard. "and it's for all the wrong reasons."
Dumbledore's eyebrows went right up into his hair. "That is a very odd thing to say about the Quirrell name. Particularly since your Father was instrumental in doing so much in the cause against Voldemort."
"H-He was?"
"Oh yes. Why doesn't he know, Severus?" Dumbledore asked the black figure standing in front of the roaring fireplace.
"He's only just found out what happened to his Father in regards to the Philosopher's Stone, Professor. He has barely scraped the surface, so to speak."
"Yes indeed. You have much to learn, Emmanuel." Dumbledore agreed, standing up wearily and shuffling over to a large bookshelf in the corner that seemed to have everything but books on it. From it, Dumbledore took an object, that looked like a small stone basin to the boy. He then returned to his seat. Snape, as if on cue, pointed his wand, muttering a word or two, and a table promptly appeared, on which Dumbledore placed the basin.
"This, Emmanuel," Dumbledore began, removing his own wand from his sleeve "is a pensieve. It is used for storing memories."
Emmanuel nodded, silent as Dumbledore continued.
"I expect it'll provide you with a proper history on your Father, or at least the more defining moments in his life."
The older wizard stood, beckoning Snape over to where he stood.
"Emmanuel, will you kindly stand for me and lean over into the basin?" then, to Snape "Severus, will you kindly go with him? I think he'll need company."
End of chapter 11
Chapter 11- Master Malfoy
Emmanuel stared at Snape.
"So my Father was actually a good guy who was kind of....um, possessed by Voldemort?"
Snape nodded, looking awkward. "Yes."
There was further silence as Emmanuel mulled over this new information given to him in the last hour. He still felt decidedly bitter about being lied to by his Mother, but the resentment towards his Father had faded.
Snape rose from the chair he'd been sitting in, stretching his long limbs gracefully before looking to the window. His elegant Roman profile, half shaded in dying sunlight turned to Emmanuel.
"The thought occured to me Emmanuel," he began "that during the stay at the manor, I should've taken you and Eve to see your Father's childhood home, since it is so close. However, it seems work took up my time so I regretfully had to leave it until a later date. As far as I know, your sister is in London at the moment with my nephew-"
"She is?" Emmanuel interrupted, springing from his seat on his bed.
"Did Seth tell you that your Sister was the first out of the two of you to find out?"
"Well yes, but what's she doing in London with Professor Dinsdale?"
"I imagine that your Sister, being the willful little creature she is, decided to find some answers for herself."
"I wish she could've taken me," the younger boy muttered. "I would much prefer to be in London than here right now."
"To be perfectly honest, I don't think your Sister would've wanted you there. I received an owl from Atticus this morning, and he believes that Eve's still resentful. However, they're going to see Tony this evening, so perhaps that will rectify matters."
"Professor.....I still want to know more."
Snape turned to the window again, glancing out the dormitory window to the dark, stony wall opposite.
"Emmanuel, there's someone I want you to meet."
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Eve froze as 'Master Malfoy' strode quickly down towards where she sat. She looked uncertainly at Catherine, Atticus and Iphigenia, but they looked remarkably calm.
In marched Draco, Tony trailing him. He shrugged off a massive cloak with a dark fur collar, and Tony rushed to hang it up. The whole time, he did not take his eyes off Eve. She felt Atticus' hand slide into hers and squeeze it.
Once he'd settled into his seat, Draco finally spoke, his eyes finally leaving Eve's.
"Tony," he drawled in a young, elegant voice soaked with wine "you have not introduced me."
Eve couldn't help but notice Tony tugging at his shirt collar nervously. He smiled confidently at Draco.
"Mr Malfoy, I trust you'd remember Iphigenia Lister?"
"Yes, yes. How goes it, meus condiscipulus?" he asked, pronouncing the final words with a deliberate carefulness as he reached forward to kiss her hand.
Iphigenia smiled serpentinely at Draco. "Well, iuvenis. And you?"
Draco flinched a little, the ghost of a scowl crossing his features. "Yes, I'm fine. Dinsdale, correct?" he continued, looking in Atticus' direction.
"Malfoy." Atticus replied politely, shaking hands.
Eve swore that the tension between them was so thick, it could be cut with a knife. Atticus' and Draco's small smiles just seemed to conceal something else.
"Have you met my fiancee Catherine Howell?" asked Atticus, gesturing to the woman beside him.
Draco's smile widened as he shook hands with the witch. "Your tastes are surprisably impeccable Dinsdale. Especially considering your heritage."
This comment was met with a brief silence, in which Eve was sure she could see a bead of sweat running down Tony's forehead. Atticus looked like he was ready to pull his wand out at any moment.
"And," Draco continued in his wine-soaked tone, regarding Eve again. "who is this little bird?"
"This, Master Malfoy, is my second cousin Eveleen Quirrell. Eve, this is Draco Malfoy, one of my most trusted customers."
Draco extended his pale hand in Eve's direction. It was with great trepidation that Eve shook it, nodding politely.
"N-Nice to meet you, Mr Malfoy."
Draco chuckled, a sound that sounded disconcertingly warm coming from his mouth. "How charming you are. You stutter like your dearly departed Father."
Eve said nothing to this, except to smile nervously. Draco seemed unphased by this and continued speaking.
"So, an acquaintance of mine tells me you are at Hogwarts this year. What house are you in?"
"Ravenclaw." Eve replied.
"How appropriate for you. I presume your brother is in it too?"
"Yes."
"Yes, very appropriate. Particularly for someone of your heritage." to Atticus, he asked. "I trust they're aware of their impressive family history?"
It was the first time that Eve had seen Atticus look particularly puzzled, and she was feeling quite the same herself. What prestigious family history? Her Mother had come from a line of muggles and half-blood wizards, her Father from a middle-class pureblood wizarding family.
"Yes," Atticus replied finally, staring at his shoes. "and what a history it is!" he added, looking up at Draco.
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While Eve and Atticus were puzzling over the family heritage, Emmanuel found himself following Snape up the stone steps of a tower he hadn't even seen before. He was cold, and the darkness of the tower unnerved him.
Snape, almost sensing the boy's nervousness announced. "Just about there, Emmanuel."
Finally, near the top they stopped at a wooden door. Snape knocked on the door twice, and then kicked it once.
"Come in, Severus, Emmanuel." came a faint, old voice from behind it.
"How does he know my name?" asked Emmanuel, only to see Snape put a finger to his lips as they entered.
The room was brightly lit, with candles lurking on the window sills, book shelves, and just about anything else. A large, old gilded mirror stood in the corner, elsewhere there were varied strange-looking gadgets and by one of the windows, a beautiful phoenix, fast asleep. Emmanuel, having always been fascinated by magical creatures, ventured for a closer look.
"Emmanuel, please don't aw-"
"There's no need to bother the boy, Severus." came a voice from behind him."He is merely curious and I'm sure Fawkes will enjoy the company."
Emmanuel turned around to see Snape standing next to a much older man, who was sitting in large maroon velvet chair. Emmanuel couldn't get over how old he was. Long silver hair with a beard to match, a long, crooked nose and wise-looking eyes that looked out from a pair of half-moon glasses.
"Emmanuel," said Snape, gesturing to the man. "this is our former Headmaster, Professor Albus Dumbledore."
"Professor Dumbledore?!" Emmanuel exclaimed excitedly. "Wow....Mum's told us all about you!"
Dumbledore chuckled softly. "Well I would think she has."
"How did you know my name?"
"Oh, I know all the student's names. But I remember your name in particular, as your last name is one that is memorable, and for so many reasons."
"Everyone says that," said Emmanuel, sitting down opposite the older wizard. "and it's for all the wrong reasons."
Dumbledore's eyebrows went right up into his hair. "That is a very odd thing to say about the Quirrell name. Particularly since your Father was instrumental in doing so much in the cause against Voldemort."
"H-He was?"
"Oh yes. Why doesn't he know, Severus?" Dumbledore asked the black figure standing in front of the roaring fireplace.
"He's only just found out what happened to his Father in regards to the Philosopher's Stone, Professor. He has barely scraped the surface, so to speak."
"Yes indeed. You have much to learn, Emmanuel." Dumbledore agreed, standing up wearily and shuffling over to a large bookshelf in the corner that seemed to have everything but books on it. From it, Dumbledore took an object, that looked like a small stone basin to the boy. He then returned to his seat. Snape, as if on cue, pointed his wand, muttering a word or two, and a table promptly appeared, on which Dumbledore placed the basin.
"This, Emmanuel," Dumbledore began, removing his own wand from his sleeve "is a pensieve. It is used for storing memories."
Emmanuel nodded, silent as Dumbledore continued.
"I expect it'll provide you with a proper history on your Father, or at least the more defining moments in his life."
The older wizard stood, beckoning Snape over to where he stood.
"Emmanuel, will you kindly stand for me and lean over into the basin?" then, to Snape "Severus, will you kindly go with him? I think he'll need company."
End of chapter 11