A/N: Okay here you guys go, a bit of AD/MM cutsieness and the entrance of….AN ACTUAL PLOT!
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Chapter 11: The Prophesy of the Legacy
Minvera and Albus didn't go down to dinner in the Great Hall with the rest of the school. Under the pretense of having to work out the details of the Halloween Feast, they retired early to the Headmaster's chambers and ate there. It was rare that they could spend an entire evening alone, being husband and wife, and they took advantage of it. They sat on the floor together in front of the roaring fire, sharing a bottle of wine and discussing their day.
"So tell me, how are Alathea and Bill getting along?" Albus asked as he twined a piece of his wife's hair in his fingers.
"They're getting along very well, near as I could see." She answered him. "He accompanied her to transfiguration today." Minerva smiled shyly at Albus. "Watching them, I missed you."
"Really?" He was amused at her sudden bout of shyness. They'd been together for over fifty years and she still reminded him more of the girl he'd taught, than the woman he'd married some days. "Why was that dear heart?"
"He was sitting in the back of the class with her; she transfigured his arm perfectly the first time, by the way. But he'd lean over and whisper to her, making her giggle and blush. And he likes to play with her hair." She spoke the last bit rather pointedly and looked at his hand where he was still twirling a chunk of her hair. His smile simply grew and he tickled her with the piece. "But mostly it was just watching them. Seeing them leaning over her book, his red hair in a pony tail, her black hair spilling over in her face. I could almost imagine I was looking at us, years ago. I almost canceled class just so I could see you."
Albus smiled tenderly and placed a light kiss on her lips. "I wish you had. Despite the fact that I really don't know how much like Bill Weasley I could look, seeing as I was substantially older than he was at any given time of our relationship."
She rolled her eyes. "I didn't say you looked like him at all. You have a similar color hair that you wore in a similar style. It was a reminder Albus, not a mirror." Then she met his eyes and noticed the twinkle and realized he was teasing her. She hit his arm gently and leaned in for another kiss. "You rat." She hissed good-naturedly as she pulled him close. He put his arms around her waist and their conversation was quickly forgotten.
Lucius Malfoy and Peter Pettigrew waited silently outside the cell that held the muggle girl that had been kidnapped by accident. Voldemort emerged from the cell moments later. "Draco just owled me, my Lord." Lucius started as they walked out of the room, Pettigrew trailing. "Alathea is at Hogwarts. She seems to have befriended her brother, it doesn't seem to be bothering Severus much."
"That is because Severus Snape is a spy. Why do you think he maintains a very peripheral position in the circle?" Voldemort informed his follower. "Thank you for finding his daughter for me Malfoy."
"Does that mean we'll be killing the muggle?" Peter asked softly.
"Not yet."
"My lord…this girl, if you are not punishing Snape for being a spy…why do you want her?"
"She, like her obnoxious little brother, fulfills a prophesy."
"What prophesy?" Malfoy asked.
"One of two prophesies that result in my death. The first is the one you know, that revolves around Harry Potter. The second deals with a magic object, that thanks to her grandmother, belongs to Ms. Snape, and that only she can use."
"I see." Malfoy said slowly.
"I doubt that Malfoy. But write to your son and have him keep an eye on the girl." Lucius bowed and left quickly.
"What is this artifact my lord?" Pettigrew asked quietly.
"It's a brooch that once belonged to Morgana Le Fey. If she activates it, then I will be unable to kill her or Harry. Once they become immortal, Harry can take the sword of Gryffindor and use it to kill me. And because Harry is Gryffindor's heir there is no spell in the world that could protect me."
Pettigrew's weasel-like eyes widened. "Should I steal it my lord?"
"I don't know what it looks like. I didn't even find the prophesy until after I came back. The good thing, however, is that I doubt Dumbledore knows of the prophesy."
"Does the girl have the pin?"
"I don't think so. Her grandmother is still alive after all."
