A/N: L Oh well. I don't care if no one likes this, I'm posting it anyway.

Chapter Six: The Party

"Your late," Lord Voldemort observed as the young girl entered his bedchamber in his estate. She smiled sweetly at him.

"Forgive me, my lord," she said as she curtseyed.

"Well?" said Voldemort. "What happened?"

"He loves me," she informed him. Voldemort gave her his unnatural smile.

"Excellent," he said. "Then the plan can go on?"

"Almost," Lucy nodded. "He is going to 'introduce' me to Dumbledore a week from Friday at a party."

"Dumbledore knows you're one of us," Voldemort hissed, his eyes narrowing. "I don't like this."

"Ah, but listen!" Lucy protested. "When Dumbledore meets me, there is no way he can do or say anything without looking like a madman. How on earth can he accuse a sweet sixteen-year-old girl who hasn't even graduated? He can't do anything. There are too many people and I won't allow him to get me alone."

"Alright…" Voldemort nodded, appeased. "And then?"

"Geoffrey has informed me that his uncle does not approve of most of his friends anyway. When Dumbledore cautions his nephew against this 'evil' girl, Geoffrey's sure to go ballistic. He won't believe a word Dumbledore says about me. Angry, he'll probably run to me. And then, I, the love of his life, his only friend, can tell him what to do. Emotionally distraught and confused, he's sure to listen to every word I say."

Voldemort grinned.

"Perfect."

Geoffrey bust into his uncle's office.

"Uncle!" he screamed and laughed at the shock on Albus's face.

"Please, Geoffrey," he said. "Don't scream in my office! Now, what is it?"

"She's wonderful, Uncle!" Geoffrey exclaimed. "She's perfect! She's my… She's my everything!"

"Ah, we're talking about your mystery girl!" Albus smiled as he leaned back in his chair. "So, tell me about her."

"Oh, you'll love her, Uncle!" Geoffrey cried. "She's coming to the masquerade this Friday!"

"That's great!" Albus nodded.

"You'll really like her, Uncle. She's perfect! I think I'm in love with her."

"My little Geoffrey, all grown up," Albus laughed.

"I can't wait until Friday!"

As Lucy prepared her red dress, she recalled Geoffrey saying something about a love potion he was trying to invent. She suddenly stopped.

Had he given Lucy an ounce to see what would happen?

But Lucy shook her head. If she didn't really care for Geoffrey, then why had she been eager to defend him to Tom— To Lord Voldemort— So quickly after their first date? She came to the conclusion that she had loved him even before he loved her, she just hadn't realized it. She smiled and continued preparing for the party.

A thought struck her. Why was she continuing with the plan to betray Geoffrey if she was in love with him? She knew. Because if Voldemort found out it was him that Lucy was actually planning on betraying, she would never see another sunrise.

Thinking of the sunrise made Lucy think of that morning nearly two weeks ago when they had watched it together. She smiled fondly at the memory.

But her memories were interrupted.

Lucy felt a sudden stab of nausea come over her and a sharp pain pierced her stomach. She shrieked and clutched at her vanity table. But the pain was gone as instantly as it had struck her. She frowned.

"I hope I'm not ill…" she muttered to herself as she brushed out her long scarlet hair. She continued to prepare for the masquerade.

"What was that?" Jonathan muttered.

"What was what?" Gareth and Lewis exclaimed together.

"Something happened…" Jonathan said. "But I don't understand…"

"What happened?" Lewis asked.

"Lucy," Jonathan replied. "She… Nothing." Lewis and Gareth both emitted frustrated growls.

"Tell us what happened, you bleeding son of a bitch or I swear—"

"Calm down, Gareth, there's no need to become violent…" Jonathan mumbled as he covered the crystal with the velvet cloth. "She just had a sudden pain, that's all. It's gone now. I was just wondering if it meant something but it's probably just some sort of female thing. I'm fatigued. I will be in my chambers!" and with that, Jonathan was gone. Gareth yawned.

"I'm tired too. Keep an eye on the female, Malfoy. I'm going home!"

"But Marisa!" Lewis cried.

"It's always about Marisa, isn't it?" Gareth snapped. "She can take care of herself!"

"The baby's due any day now!" Lewis protested.

"Yeah," Gareth laughed as he exited. "Let's hope it's more like its mother."

Lewis sunk down in the chair by the crystal and threw off the velvet.

"Let's see what you're up to than, woman!" he cried as he gazed into the crystal.

"Lucy!" Geoffrey exclaimed, recognizing that red hair anywhere. "Lucy, over here!" Lucy grinned as she made her way over.

"Like my, er, disguise?" she laughed behind her mask of feathers and sparkles. He laughed.

"You look gorgeous, as usual," he replied. "Wait here, I'll go get my Uncle." Lucy nodded with a smile and stayed in her place.

Without warning, the nausea returned and Lucy doubled over. She felt like she was going to throw up. She felt extremely dizzy and stumbled into a nearby chair.

"Wait a minute…" Lewis muttered as he examined the girl. "She's nauseous!"

Lucy's head was spinning.

"Are you alright?" the voice echoed in her head and she looked around. A face materialized in front of her, one of a middle-aged, yet attractive blond woman in a sparkling blue dress and a dark mask. She lifted the mask to reveal her dark eyes. Lucy nodded.

"Yes, just a little tired is all." The woman nodded.

"Wait!" Lewis exclaimed. "Marisa…"

"A baby?" the woman said. "I know the feeling. It's horrible the first time around." Lucy frowned.

"Baby?" the woman grinned.

"Oh, you mean it isn't?" she cried, sounding as if she didn't believe it. "Oh, then I'm sorry! Forget everything I just said!" She then took the arm of her husband and Lucy distinctly heard her mutter, "It's horrible to have someone else tell you you're pregnant. You need to find out for yourself." Lucy frowned, confused.

"I'm not…"

"Pregnant!" Lewis cried. "Kilbourne's pregnant! Oh, the Lord won't like this…"

"Lucy!" the girl snapped her head around at the sound of her name and saw Geoffrey coming over with Dumbledore. Both had identical grins and Lucy could have sworn they were father and son. She smiled weakly.

"Hello, Geoffrey," she said.

"Lucy, take off your mask, I want you to meet my— er, Professor Dumbledore." Lucy nodded.

"I believe we've met, Professor," she said.

"We have?" Albus didn't seem to recognize her. She laughed.

"Of course!" she cried. "My mask!" She removed the object from her face and smiled at the startled look on the Transfiguration Professor's face.

"Oh!" he exclaimed. Soon, his shock turned into quiet terror. "Oh… Lucy Kilbourne."

"Geoffrey tells me you two are very close," Lucy said with a smile. Albus nodded slowly.

"Yes… Yes, I suppose we are…" he mumbled.

"Is everything alright, Professor?" asked Geoffrey. Albus nodded.

"Everything's fine, boy. Well, Lucy. It's, er, good to see you." He held out his hand and Lucy shook it, eagerly.

"And you as well, Professor," she said, politely. Lucy turned to the younger Dumbledore. "Geoffrey, I'm sorry, but I really must be on my way. I'm not feeling well and I have to… well, good night. Good night, Professor."

"And to you." Albus nodded and Lucy disappeared. "Geoffrey, could I speak with you a moment?" Geoffrey nodded.

"Of course, but why?"

"Come," said Albus and he lead Geoffrey outside of the hall.

On the Hogwarts grounds, Lucy burst into tears. She couldn't be pregnant. It would ruin everything. Well, everything was already ruined, but it would make everything worse. She couldn't be pregnant. Lord Voldemort would kill her, and that was no exaggeration. There was only one way to find out for sure…

"Geoffrey, I'm sorry I've been busy lately and I haven't paid much attention to you, but…"

"I understand, Uncle," Geoffrey nodded at Albus. They were standing in Albus's office. "You've been busy with the press for two years since you defeated that dark wizard." Albus nodded quickly and dismissed the topic.

"Yes, yes, I know, but that's no excuse to ignore my only nephew."

"It's alright, Uncle, I can handle myself… What are you trying to say?" Albus sighed.

"Geoffrey, I have to be completely honest with you. When I was battling Grindewald, there was… something else. A darker force that I… I sensed…"

"What are you saying, Uncle?" Geoffrey frowned. What on earth was he talking about? Albus heaved a sigh, making him sound much older than he was.

"Sit, boy," he ordered as he nodded to a seat by his desk. "There are some things in this world that you can just… Feel. If you know how to. And few people do."

"Yes…" his nephew hinted when he noticed Albus hesitate.

"Sometimes we learn how to sense these things, we pick them up along the way. Sometimes we're born with it… Sometimes it happens after a traumatic experience, through ways of scars or memories… But some things you can just feel… A sixth sense, if you will." Geoffrey nodded.

"And what does this have to do with me?"

"As I said, those two years ago, there was a darker force than Grindewald and it was strongest around this school. It was strongest around a certain Slytherin… A Tom Riddle. Do you know him?" Geoffrey started to shake his head, but stopped as he frowned.

"Wait," he said. "Lucy said something about a Tom… But I can't imagine he's the one you're talking about. She speaks of her Tom as if he were a God of some sort." Albus nodded.

"I was afraid of that," he said. "That redhead you were with tonight is one of the closest friends of Tom Riddle. I've suspected that she may be involved with whatever it is he is doing."

"How do you know he's evil? All you have to go on is this feeling of yours!" Geoffrey cried, defensively.

"Let me explain, Geoffrey," said Albus calmly. "Grindewald spoke of an heir… Someone who would follow in his footsteps and exceed his power… A prophecy. But there were two prophecies made that night.

"The second prophecy was spoken by the Fates themselves when I went to them soon after I destroyed Grindewald for good. They said that when the Dark One rose and was at his full power, a child would be born and bring about his downfall. This child, this 'Son of Light,' as they called him, was to be born to a fiery-haired witch and a dark-haired wizard… How close are you with this… this girl?" Geoffrey sounded appalled.

"I assure you," he said to his uncle. "I am not the father of this child you speak of." Albus nodded.

"Very well," he said. "Then I want you to stay away from that girl. She will lead you deeper into trouble than you can ever imagine."

"You didn't have a feeling about her!" he screamed, standing up instantly and sending his chair scraping across the stone floor. "You only felt it about her friend! You don't even know if she's even involved with him!"

"A dark cloud obfuscates her mind and until the fog lifts, she is dangerous. Until she realizes what side she is on, she is very dangerous indeed." Geoffrey was furious.

"How DARE you!" He shrieked. "How dare you take away the only friend I have ever had! How dare you! You promised, Uncle, you said I could see her—"

"I didn't know who she was, I thought she was a normal girl, how was I supposed to know she was—"

"I can be friends with whomever I please! It's my choice, not yours! You need to stop living my life for me, you need to stop being overprotective! You aren't my father!" Albus cringed briefly at that comment, but he relaxed.

"I may not be your father, but I am the closest thing to it in this world and you will listen to me and respect your elders!" he said with steady anger.

"I can't believe you! You don't even want anyone to know I'm related to you! You just fund my inventing to keep me out of the way. You choose my friends so your secret doesn't get out. Well I have news for you, Uncle, she knows! She knows that you're my uncle and she doesn't care! She cares about me! Not who my family is! She loves me, like you never did!" Albus was dumbstruck.

"Did you just say she knows about you and I?" Geoffrey nodded.

"Yes!" he screamed. "And I'm leaving! I've had enough of this, Uncle Albus! I never want to see you again! I hope my leaving makes your life a whole lot easier!" and with that, Geoffrey was swiftly out the door. As it slammed back into place, a horrible feeling of apprehension swept over Albus and shook his spine.

"She knows…" he uttered. "That's what they're trying to do… And they've succeeded."