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The trio and Albus boarded the train that would take them to the distant
land of Cornwall. It was a cold bitter day. They sat in a small carriage
together.
"Do you think she's ok?" Ron asked.
"She's fine." Dumbledore muttered. "But she isn't herself."
"What will he make her do?" Harry asked. His experiences with lord
Voldemort had never lead him to expect something like this.
"He won't do anything to her. He gave her the potion what she does now is
her choice but it will most likely be evil."
"So she will stay with him as his queen will she murder people?"
"She probably already has. I don't know if she will stay with him. But
that's not what I fear. I don't fear her being his queen. We should be able
to get her back if she's just that. But if she deifies him gets her own
ideas. If she becomes big and relishes she doesn't need Tom. She will leave
him maybe even kill him. And we will have a dark queen on our hands. That
is what I fear."
"I say we kill him." Lucius said as he talked to his master.
"No death is too good for him." Minerva answered.
"Minerva... there is nothing worse then death."
"Yes there is. We could make his entire family scream. Be murdered in front
of him.
We can torture him till he wishes he would die. But we will not let him.
Eventually he would curl up into a small ball and beg for death. He will
die years later in despair. That is what we should do." Minerva said all
this rather slyly. She was sitting on the arm of Tom's chair. Tom's arms
around her waist.
"It's worth a try. She has never leaded us wrong so far." Lucius said.
"Of course it's worth a try." Minerva snapped. "Why wouldn't it be? You see
everyone's other suggestions you don't ask why or how. How dare you do it
to mine."
All three of Malfoy's looked shocked. Draco found it very strange to see
his teacher in the arm's of his master. Very strange indeed.
"You should learn not to defy me Malfoy. You don't want to be getting on my
bad side now do you?"
"No my lady." He looked at her. He respected her before but only because
she was his master's toy. He had to respect her. But now...now that he saw
the power she was being given. She was powerful. She was dangerous. Maybe
even more so then Lord Voldemort. He now feared her. He knew he must stay
on her good side. She had changed. She was evil.
He had seen many different sides of her. When she was alone with her
master. She was so sweet so seductive. When she was alone with the death
eaters. She was cold and showed no emotion. And now she was... powerful and
knew what it was she wanted. He had seen her murder whole families.
Some with knifes. Some with guns. Some with horrible spells. But never with
the killing curse. She said the killing curse was too good for them. It
should only be used on those. Who need or want to die. But have been
faithful. It should be used as a suicide solution. It was too good for
those disgusting mud-bloods. And for some strange reason now that he saw.
The evil running through Minerva's veins. He pitied those poor mud-bloods.
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The trio and Albus boarded the train that would take them to the distant
land of Cornwall. It was a cold bitter day. They sat in a small carriage
together.
"Do you think she's ok?" Ron asked.
"She's fine." Dumbledore muttered. "But she isn't herself."
"What will he make her do?" Harry asked. His experiences with lord
Voldemort had never lead him to expect something like this.
"He won't do anything to her. He gave her the potion what she does now is
her choice but it will most likely be evil."
"So she will stay with him as his queen will she murder people?"
"She probably already has. I don't know if she will stay with him. But
that's not what I fear. I don't fear her being his queen. We should be able
to get her back if she's just that. But if she deifies him gets her own
ideas. If she becomes big and relishes she doesn't need Tom. She will leave
him maybe even kill him. And we will have a dark queen on our hands. That
is what I fear."
"I say we kill him." Lucius said as he talked to his master.
"No death is too good for him." Minerva answered.
"Minerva... there is nothing worse then death."
"Yes there is. We could make his entire family scream. Be murdered in front
of him.
We can torture him till he wishes he would die. But we will not let him.
Eventually he would curl up into a small ball and beg for death. He will
die years later in despair. That is what we should do." Minerva said all
this rather slyly. She was sitting on the arm of Tom's chair. Tom's arms
around her waist.
"It's worth a try. She has never leaded us wrong so far." Lucius said.
"Of course it's worth a try." Minerva snapped. "Why wouldn't it be? You see
everyone's other suggestions you don't ask why or how. How dare you do it
to mine."
All three of Malfoy's looked shocked. Draco found it very strange to see
his teacher in the arm's of his master. Very strange indeed.
"You should learn not to defy me Malfoy. You don't want to be getting on my
bad side now do you?"
"No my lady." He looked at her. He respected her before but only because
she was his master's toy. He had to respect her. But now...now that he saw
the power she was being given. She was powerful. She was dangerous. Maybe
even more so then Lord Voldemort. He now feared her. He knew he must stay
on her good side. She had changed. She was evil.
He had seen many different sides of her. When she was alone with her
master. She was so sweet so seductive. When she was alone with the death
eaters. She was cold and showed no emotion. And now she was... powerful and
knew what it was she wanted. He had seen her murder whole families.
Some with knifes. Some with guns. Some with horrible spells. But never with
the killing curse. She said the killing curse was too good for them. It
should only be used on those. Who need or want to die. But have been
faithful. It should be used as a suicide solution. It was too good for
those disgusting mud-bloods. And for some strange reason now that he saw.
The evil running through Minerva's veins. He pitied those poor mud-bloods.
(Hope you all like:) Reviews would be nice in fact. Reviews would be
fantastic!)