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Chapter 2: Rest in peace you might
"There he is," Burchester whispered to his wife as Draco entered the family room.
"Poor child," answered Linda, watching her nephew sit down beside Lucius II on an emerald-green sofa. "I know how he's feeling," she added before sobbing once more in her white Handkerchief.
Wizard's Handkerchiefs were very special, you never had to worry about washing them because they magically cleaned themselves after you blew your nose into them. They were also very useful when your nose was bleeding; moments after the bleeding stopped, the Handkerchief was white as snow.
Burchester was about to comfort his wife when he heard a loud 'Bang' in the entrance hall. Lucius II was pulled out of his deep thoughts and Crabbe turned towards Draco, who ordered Bastard to go greet Dr. Beetlehead and the Embalmer who had just Apparated. Bastard left the room and Draco let his head fall into his hands. He was feeling a headache coming. He had always hated Embalmings.
In the wizarding world, it was considered immoral to expose a dead body in a funeral house. As soon as a witch or wizard was dead, an Embalming took place to purify the corpse and it was buried in the family crypt as soon as possible.
On the other hand, Draco couldn't wait for the moment that would follow the Embalming and the funerals: the reading of the will.
Bastard reappeared and announced the visitors in his old, squeaky voice: "Dr. Beetlehead and Dr. MacDonwald, first class Embalmer." Everyone stood up. Dr Beetlehead, now in clean royal blue robes, entered the room, followed by the Embalmer.
Dr. MacDonwald must have been in his forties. He was tall and red-haired but had no freckles. He had pale green eyes and thin lips. He was wearing white robes.
The Embalmer's flaming red hair remembered Draco of the Weasleys and of Ron, that detestable freckle-faced boy who always was always following Harry Potter like an insignificant puppet. He tightened his fists. There had been a lot of incidents between the Weasley and the Malfoy families, especially because Lucius Malfoy said that Arthur Weasley, Ron's father, was dishonoring the whole wizard race by having a great interest for muggle objects.
"Good morning M. Malfoy," said the Embalmer. Draco shook hands with him and presented him to the rest of the family.
"Ahem," started Crabbe in his rough voice, "I'm really sorry but I have to go. Time has passed really fast and my wife has given me a list of things to go buy at Diagon Alley before coming back for supper."
Yeah right, thought Draco. He was convinced Crabbe was inventing an excuse no to assist to the Embalming, and he would've liked to do the same.
"It's fine," answered Draco. "We'll see you tomorrow for the funerals. Have a nice afternoon and say hi to your son for me. Bastaaaaard!"
"Yes, sir?" replied the house-elf.
"Bastard, go get Crabbe's hat. Now!" ordered Draco. Bastard started walking towards the entrance hall, but not fast enough for Draco, who kicked him in the bottom so hard that the poor house-elf landed three meters later and started running.
No one in the room was shocked by what Draco had just done: for all wizards, especially for the Malfoys, house-elves were only little living things whose mission on earth was to serve wizards without being paid. Linda had offered Bastard to Draco for his first birthday. She had decided to name him Bastard because 'bastard' had been little Draco's first word. Draco's first word had happened when he was about six months old. Linda and Marcus Burchester had come to visit with their four-months-old child, Lucius II. The young Draco, fascinated by his cousin, had touched the baby's cheek with his finger, which Lucius II had grabbed and bitten with his gums. Draco had opened his mouth, and for the first time, a word had come out: "Bastaaaaaaad!"
This event was captured forever on a magic picture that was laying somewhere in one of the Malfoys' family albums: a living picture showing two blonde babies: one closing his mouth over and over again on a chubby finger. This finger belonged to the other baby, whose lips kept moving, forming the word 'bastard'. **Note from the author: Share the moments, Share life**
Bastard the house-elf reappeared with Crabbe's hat. Crabbe took it (without thanking the house-elf, of course) and left the room. A second 'Bang' was heard. He was gone.
"Um, shall we go see the body?" asked Dr. MacDonwald. "This might be long, and I've got other appointments, so we should start now."
"Yes, of course," replied Draco. He led the two doctors and his three relatives up the stairs and into the bedroom.
As everyone took place around the bed, the Embalmer spoke once more:
"Before I Embalm the body I have to make a Holocopy, since Lucius Malfoy's death was not natural."
He rolled his sleeves and took a golden want out of his pocket.
"Holocoporte Cadavrus!" he said, waving his wand. Suddenly, something that look like a ghost floated out of the corpse. It was an exact copy of Lucius Malfoy's dead body. The levitating soul floated to the other end of the room and lowered itself till it was lying on the ground. The ghost started materializing itself and what was air soon became flesh and bones.
When a wizard's death was not natural, Embalmers had to make a Holocopy of the body so that authorities could examine it even after the real body was buried. This way, detectives would find what provoked the witch or wizard's death and, in case of a murder, they could find clues that would lead them to the murderer.
The Embalmer took a deep breath and said, waving his wand:
"You noble wizard who has died You have left for the eternal night. Let your eyes open once more And then close for eternity. Let your body be purified Let your body be stopped in time And rest in peace you might, Leave us all you might."
Suddenly, a magical wind started blowing in the room. Draco's hair kept coming into his eyes. The corpse started floating just as the Holocopy had done. Then it starting swirling and turning like a clock's hand. The body was turning faster and faster and there was more and more wind. Dr. Beetlehead, Draco and his relatives here stuck on the wall opposite to the bed. The Emblamer was now under the levitating body, repeating the Embalming spell.
"Let your eyes open once more, And then close for eternity."
The corpse stopped turning and returned on the bed. Everyone gathered around it. All of a sudden, Lucius Malfoy opened his eyes. Draco felt goosebumps on his arms. He was sure that his father was staring at him with his cruel gray eyes. Then the eyes closed as fast as they had opened.
"Let your body be purified Let your body be stopped in time."
Apparently, nothing happened to the body, but Draco knew, as all wizards did, that the body was now frozen in time. It would never rot and would always stay on this 25th of June, at about half past two.
"And rest in peace you might Leave us all you might."
Draco was relieved. It was over. Now all that was left for him to do was to look sad at the funerals on the following day and then guess who would become millionaire? Him!
"Now, Mr. Malfoy, comes the legislative part," said Dr. Macdonwald, pocketing his wand. "I'd like you to sign some papers and answer some questions, you know, the usual formailites."
"Yes," answered Drago. He had already done the same thing with his father when his mother had died of pneumonia in winter.
"Well.I think we should go know," said Linda. "We don't want to disturb you any longer."
"You're not disturbing at all, Aunt Linda!" said Draco. "Bastard is in the kitchen, tell him to prepare you all a snack and wait for me downstairs. I'll join you as soon as I'm done."
Linda and her husband left the room. Lucius II followed them but suddenly turned around, ran to the corpse, kissed its hand and ran out of the bedroom.
"You may join us for the snack," Draco told Dr. Beetlehead.
"I'd love too but I'm really sorry, I've got a tea party this afternoon and I'd better get ready," answered the short man. "Goodbye," he added, before Disapparating.
The Embalmer had taken papers out of his robes. Draco made a deposition, signed papers, told him when he had learned his father's death, his father's state of health before the incident and answered to many other formal questions.
"I have a last thing to ask you," said the Emblamer. "As you know, the ministry of magic will start tomorrow an investigation about your father's murder." Draco nodded and MacDonwald continued. "They need suspects to start working. All they know is that your father has been killed by a wizard with a muggle weapon. Did your father have any enemies that would've been able to commit this murder?" he asked in a low voice.
Draco raised his eyes and looked at the Embalmer's flaming red hair.
"Arthur Weasley, from the Department of Muggle Artifacts," he answered.
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All the characters or settings that have appeared in the first 5 Harry Potter books belong to J.K.Rowling. The plot and the new characters belong to me.
Chapter 2: Rest in peace you might
"There he is," Burchester whispered to his wife as Draco entered the family room.
"Poor child," answered Linda, watching her nephew sit down beside Lucius II on an emerald-green sofa. "I know how he's feeling," she added before sobbing once more in her white Handkerchief.
Wizard's Handkerchiefs were very special, you never had to worry about washing them because they magically cleaned themselves after you blew your nose into them. They were also very useful when your nose was bleeding; moments after the bleeding stopped, the Handkerchief was white as snow.
Burchester was about to comfort his wife when he heard a loud 'Bang' in the entrance hall. Lucius II was pulled out of his deep thoughts and Crabbe turned towards Draco, who ordered Bastard to go greet Dr. Beetlehead and the Embalmer who had just Apparated. Bastard left the room and Draco let his head fall into his hands. He was feeling a headache coming. He had always hated Embalmings.
In the wizarding world, it was considered immoral to expose a dead body in a funeral house. As soon as a witch or wizard was dead, an Embalming took place to purify the corpse and it was buried in the family crypt as soon as possible.
On the other hand, Draco couldn't wait for the moment that would follow the Embalming and the funerals: the reading of the will.
Bastard reappeared and announced the visitors in his old, squeaky voice: "Dr. Beetlehead and Dr. MacDonwald, first class Embalmer." Everyone stood up. Dr Beetlehead, now in clean royal blue robes, entered the room, followed by the Embalmer.
Dr. MacDonwald must have been in his forties. He was tall and red-haired but had no freckles. He had pale green eyes and thin lips. He was wearing white robes.
The Embalmer's flaming red hair remembered Draco of the Weasleys and of Ron, that detestable freckle-faced boy who always was always following Harry Potter like an insignificant puppet. He tightened his fists. There had been a lot of incidents between the Weasley and the Malfoy families, especially because Lucius Malfoy said that Arthur Weasley, Ron's father, was dishonoring the whole wizard race by having a great interest for muggle objects.
"Good morning M. Malfoy," said the Embalmer. Draco shook hands with him and presented him to the rest of the family.
"Ahem," started Crabbe in his rough voice, "I'm really sorry but I have to go. Time has passed really fast and my wife has given me a list of things to go buy at Diagon Alley before coming back for supper."
Yeah right, thought Draco. He was convinced Crabbe was inventing an excuse no to assist to the Embalming, and he would've liked to do the same.
"It's fine," answered Draco. "We'll see you tomorrow for the funerals. Have a nice afternoon and say hi to your son for me. Bastaaaaard!"
"Yes, sir?" replied the house-elf.
"Bastard, go get Crabbe's hat. Now!" ordered Draco. Bastard started walking towards the entrance hall, but not fast enough for Draco, who kicked him in the bottom so hard that the poor house-elf landed three meters later and started running.
No one in the room was shocked by what Draco had just done: for all wizards, especially for the Malfoys, house-elves were only little living things whose mission on earth was to serve wizards without being paid. Linda had offered Bastard to Draco for his first birthday. She had decided to name him Bastard because 'bastard' had been little Draco's first word. Draco's first word had happened when he was about six months old. Linda and Marcus Burchester had come to visit with their four-months-old child, Lucius II. The young Draco, fascinated by his cousin, had touched the baby's cheek with his finger, which Lucius II had grabbed and bitten with his gums. Draco had opened his mouth, and for the first time, a word had come out: "Bastaaaaaaad!"
This event was captured forever on a magic picture that was laying somewhere in one of the Malfoys' family albums: a living picture showing two blonde babies: one closing his mouth over and over again on a chubby finger. This finger belonged to the other baby, whose lips kept moving, forming the word 'bastard'. **Note from the author: Share the moments, Share life**
Bastard the house-elf reappeared with Crabbe's hat. Crabbe took it (without thanking the house-elf, of course) and left the room. A second 'Bang' was heard. He was gone.
"Um, shall we go see the body?" asked Dr. MacDonwald. "This might be long, and I've got other appointments, so we should start now."
"Yes, of course," replied Draco. He led the two doctors and his three relatives up the stairs and into the bedroom.
As everyone took place around the bed, the Embalmer spoke once more:
"Before I Embalm the body I have to make a Holocopy, since Lucius Malfoy's death was not natural."
He rolled his sleeves and took a golden want out of his pocket.
"Holocoporte Cadavrus!" he said, waving his wand. Suddenly, something that look like a ghost floated out of the corpse. It was an exact copy of Lucius Malfoy's dead body. The levitating soul floated to the other end of the room and lowered itself till it was lying on the ground. The ghost started materializing itself and what was air soon became flesh and bones.
When a wizard's death was not natural, Embalmers had to make a Holocopy of the body so that authorities could examine it even after the real body was buried. This way, detectives would find what provoked the witch or wizard's death and, in case of a murder, they could find clues that would lead them to the murderer.
The Embalmer took a deep breath and said, waving his wand:
"You noble wizard who has died You have left for the eternal night. Let your eyes open once more And then close for eternity. Let your body be purified Let your body be stopped in time And rest in peace you might, Leave us all you might."
Suddenly, a magical wind started blowing in the room. Draco's hair kept coming into his eyes. The corpse started floating just as the Holocopy had done. Then it starting swirling and turning like a clock's hand. The body was turning faster and faster and there was more and more wind. Dr. Beetlehead, Draco and his relatives here stuck on the wall opposite to the bed. The Emblamer was now under the levitating body, repeating the Embalming spell.
"Let your eyes open once more, And then close for eternity."
The corpse stopped turning and returned on the bed. Everyone gathered around it. All of a sudden, Lucius Malfoy opened his eyes. Draco felt goosebumps on his arms. He was sure that his father was staring at him with his cruel gray eyes. Then the eyes closed as fast as they had opened.
"Let your body be purified Let your body be stopped in time."
Apparently, nothing happened to the body, but Draco knew, as all wizards did, that the body was now frozen in time. It would never rot and would always stay on this 25th of June, at about half past two.
"And rest in peace you might Leave us all you might."
Draco was relieved. It was over. Now all that was left for him to do was to look sad at the funerals on the following day and then guess who would become millionaire? Him!
"Now, Mr. Malfoy, comes the legislative part," said Dr. Macdonwald, pocketing his wand. "I'd like you to sign some papers and answer some questions, you know, the usual formailites."
"Yes," answered Drago. He had already done the same thing with his father when his mother had died of pneumonia in winter.
"Well.I think we should go know," said Linda. "We don't want to disturb you any longer."
"You're not disturbing at all, Aunt Linda!" said Draco. "Bastard is in the kitchen, tell him to prepare you all a snack and wait for me downstairs. I'll join you as soon as I'm done."
Linda and her husband left the room. Lucius II followed them but suddenly turned around, ran to the corpse, kissed its hand and ran out of the bedroom.
"You may join us for the snack," Draco told Dr. Beetlehead.
"I'd love too but I'm really sorry, I've got a tea party this afternoon and I'd better get ready," answered the short man. "Goodbye," he added, before Disapparating.
The Embalmer had taken papers out of his robes. Draco made a deposition, signed papers, told him when he had learned his father's death, his father's state of health before the incident and answered to many other formal questions.
"I have a last thing to ask you," said the Emblamer. "As you know, the ministry of magic will start tomorrow an investigation about your father's murder." Draco nodded and MacDonwald continued. "They need suspects to start working. All they know is that your father has been killed by a wizard with a muggle weapon. Did your father have any enemies that would've been able to commit this murder?" he asked in a low voice.
Draco raised his eyes and looked at the Embalmer's flaming red hair.
"Arthur Weasley, from the Department of Muggle Artifacts," he answered.
****** Insane Person: I'm still waiting 4 your next chapter. Katchris: on se voit le 3 janvier! Kerbouchard: Hope you liked this chapter.
Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase review! And tell me if there are any mistakes! Shookie