Lucius Malfoy sat on the large canopy bed, head in his hands. Everything
was lost-Narcissa had died four years ago, Draco was in St. Mungo's, and
the family fortune was gone. He was ruined, and there was no one to help
him.
If only Jacelyn was still alive.
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" Lucius! Ohmigod! I haven't seen you in AGES!" Someone with flying purple hair smacked into him, twining her arms around him. Lucius gently untangled the fifteen-year-old girl from his body and set her down. Her hair was messy, her eyes bright, her face joyful-it hurt his heart, knowing what he had to do to her. " Yes, hi, hello, why are you hugging me?" he asked her. " I dunno.it just seemed like a good idea at the time." Jacelyn replied, slightly out of breath. Lucius flashed her one of his rare grins.
" You really worry me sometimes, Jacey," he told her. " We need to find a compartment."
" Whatever."
A sly voice whispered in his head, -You know what you have to do to her, Lucius. You can't hide from it. Do it tonight.- -No,- he replied. -I can't. She is my only true friend.- -You don't have any friends! Ask her yourself!- " NO!" He suddenly snapped back to reality. Jacelyn was holding onto his shoulder, looking rather scared. " Lucius! Are you all right?"
" What? Yes, yes.I'm fine." He let his voice trail off.
" What do you need to ask me?" Her tone was gentle, yet commanding.
" Will you always be there for me?" He felt silly even saying it.
To his surprise, rather than spilling over with reassurances, she said: " Yes, I will, Lucius. But only if you will always be there for me."
Lucius swallowed, fingering the dagger in his robe. The Dark Lord had said.and she was a Mudblood.
Mechanically, he pulled out the dagger, noting Jacelyn's surprise flashing in her eyes.
He drove the dagger deep into her chest, snapping the breastbone and drilling into her lungs. With one sideways jerk, he tore the right side open.
She gasped, standing there with that look of surprise on her face, hands at her side. Raising her left hand, she touched it to the blood on her chest and examined it, a quizzical look on her face. She glanced up, and Lucius saw, with disbelieving eyes, how much blood had been pumped on the floor. Surely a human being couldn't live with so much blood lost.
She pulled the dagger out of her chest, and took two steps towards him. Grabbing his arm, she yanked the sleeve up, exposing the Dark Mark branded on his forearm. Directly above it, she set the dagger on the skin. Glancing at him, she pressed down hard. Fiery pain burned his arm.
She etched a design in his skin: a tilted V, with one wavy line protruding from the center, another coming from the bottom of that one, and one more from the center. She painted her lips red with his blood and kissed him, leaving the red on his lips, whispering, " 'Till next we meet." ((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((END FLASHBACK))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
Lucius realized he had been unconsciously rubbing the scar from her dagger as he drowned in memories. ''Till next we meet,'-what did she mean? She was dead, wasn't she? Quite suddenly, he stood up, knocking his chair over; striding to his bookshelf, he pulled down a map of North America, the only place she would go; her homeland. Tapping it with his wand, he narrowed it down to the USA. "Vondst Jacelyn," he muttered. A slender beam of light issued from his wand and bounced off the map. It hovered for a moment, then touched down somewhere in Arizona. The light was golden. " Alive," he whispered. " Alive. Alive and in Arizona." Grabbing the map, he stood and turned on his heel, making his way out of the Manor.
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" Lucius! Ohmigod! I haven't seen you in AGES!" Someone with flying purple hair smacked into him, twining her arms around him. Lucius gently untangled the fifteen-year-old girl from his body and set her down. Her hair was messy, her eyes bright, her face joyful-it hurt his heart, knowing what he had to do to her. " Yes, hi, hello, why are you hugging me?" he asked her. " I dunno.it just seemed like a good idea at the time." Jacelyn replied, slightly out of breath. Lucius flashed her one of his rare grins.
" You really worry me sometimes, Jacey," he told her. " We need to find a compartment."
" Whatever."
A sly voice whispered in his head, -You know what you have to do to her, Lucius. You can't hide from it. Do it tonight.- -No,- he replied. -I can't. She is my only true friend.- -You don't have any friends! Ask her yourself!- " NO!" He suddenly snapped back to reality. Jacelyn was holding onto his shoulder, looking rather scared. " Lucius! Are you all right?"
" What? Yes, yes.I'm fine." He let his voice trail off.
" What do you need to ask me?" Her tone was gentle, yet commanding.
" Will you always be there for me?" He felt silly even saying it.
To his surprise, rather than spilling over with reassurances, she said: " Yes, I will, Lucius. But only if you will always be there for me."
Lucius swallowed, fingering the dagger in his robe. The Dark Lord had said.and she was a Mudblood.
Mechanically, he pulled out the dagger, noting Jacelyn's surprise flashing in her eyes.
He drove the dagger deep into her chest, snapping the breastbone and drilling into her lungs. With one sideways jerk, he tore the right side open.
She gasped, standing there with that look of surprise on her face, hands at her side. Raising her left hand, she touched it to the blood on her chest and examined it, a quizzical look on her face. She glanced up, and Lucius saw, with disbelieving eyes, how much blood had been pumped on the floor. Surely a human being couldn't live with so much blood lost.
She pulled the dagger out of her chest, and took two steps towards him. Grabbing his arm, she yanked the sleeve up, exposing the Dark Mark branded on his forearm. Directly above it, she set the dagger on the skin. Glancing at him, she pressed down hard. Fiery pain burned his arm.
She etched a design in his skin: a tilted V, with one wavy line protruding from the center, another coming from the bottom of that one, and one more from the center. She painted her lips red with his blood and kissed him, leaving the red on his lips, whispering, " 'Till next we meet." ((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((END FLASHBACK))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
Lucius realized he had been unconsciously rubbing the scar from her dagger as he drowned in memories. ''Till next we meet,'-what did she mean? She was dead, wasn't she? Quite suddenly, he stood up, knocking his chair over; striding to his bookshelf, he pulled down a map of North America, the only place she would go; her homeland. Tapping it with his wand, he narrowed it down to the USA. "Vondst Jacelyn," he muttered. A slender beam of light issued from his wand and bounced off the map. It hovered for a moment, then touched down somewhere in Arizona. The light was golden. " Alive," he whispered. " Alive. Alive and in Arizona." Grabbing the map, he stood and turned on his heel, making his way out of the Manor.