Hermione went to bed that night with visions of heroic villains and dark mysterious strangers wreaking havoc on her libido. Not to far away a heroic villain was scheming just how he was going to do that as well as other things. In the next room over, the smaller version was dreaming of another woman. A woman who was beautiful and energetic in her sons eyes, a loving mother that would have done anything for him and her cause. A woman who murdered his aunt.



Lucious and Narcissa stepped from the fireplace into a disaster area. What was the formal living room was now sticks and rubble and in the center of it all was Lucinda Snape slowly strangling the life from her nephew. Lucious through himself at her knocking Draco free her wand falling to the floor. He put his wand to her throat. Narcissa ran to Draco. Lucinda and Lucious stood together from the rubble, the wand never leaving her neck.

"I knew it was you all along you traitor. The dark lord will torture you and your family."

"You are part of my family Lucinda, you know I would never betray the dark lord." She turned her ice blue eyes to him.

"Why were you not there then, you should be by his side right now witnessing the triumph. You are here hiding out like a coward. I am not part of your family, I am a Snape, and never have I been prouder to be one. My husband and child stood beside Lord Voldemort in your place. I only apperated to confirm our suspicions. I knew you would be here. The deatheaters don't know about this place, but I do. I knew, the callow traitor, hiding in his impregnable fortres. Unwilling to get his hands dirty. You have been supporting Dumbledore all these years haven't you?"

"No, I have." Severus stepped forward into the wrecked room, his wand held on Lucinda. She turned to him unwilling to believe. "I arranged it so that Lucious couldn't be there. His wife loves him and didn't want to see him harmed. You however, YOU had the audacity to bring our child into a war! You could have gotten him killed!"

"You put Samuel in the middle of a battle?" Narcissa had seen to Draco and hearing that a mother would deliberately put her child in harms way had her inflamed. Lucinda turned her death glare to Narcissa.

"He will ride on the shoulders of the victorious Voldemort before he will be harmed by the likes of Harry Potter. You always were too good to be part of the work. Too worried about getting your frilly pink dresses dirty, worried about what a deatheater would do to your carpet."

"You will not talk to my wife like that."

"After I kill your husband and your son, I will personally hand you over to the dark lord as a present. He will make sure you know your place, in the dirt kissing his boots."

"How dare you talk ..."

"He's dead." The silence in the room was oddly loud. Everyone in the room looked at Severus. Lucious let his wand drop slightly, shocked by the news. "They're all dead. I helped kill them." Snape was the calm before the storm, Lucinda being the storm.

Lucinda broke free of Lucious's grasp and grabbed her wand. She began handing out Avada Kedavra like it was a Christmas present. In her anger and grief her aim was not as good and the spell went off into the air. Snape try to grab her from behind, when he did it only resulted in a more controlled curse aimed at Draco. Narcissa saw the perfect aim, Lucious heard the curse. In a brilliant flash of green two wives and mothers laid dead.

And three men cried.

A hundred miles and several years away, a boy cries for his mom.