Disclaimer: I don't own this story and this chapter I remembered that I don't. Too bad.

Chapter 8

Will walked slowly up the walkway; his rheumatism troubling him a little. Being a squib

allowed him not only to tell the weather from his aches but when actual trouble was coming, a

human storm. He assumed that perhaps Draco and his lovely, lady friend, Hermione, might have

an argument that day. He hoped it wouldn't be too bad and that they would make up even

though his bones were telling him it was a tempest that was coming, no ordinary storm.

He stumbled across a rock that was in his path but quickly regained his balance then pushed the

door to his cottage open. Shock crossed his features. His already jutting eyes stuck out even

more. Standing in front of him was himself! "Hello, father," the likeness of Will drawled a cruel

smile crossing his features.

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Will, recognising the tone as his son's if not the voice, queried, "Lucius?"

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"It was nice to see you again, father," Lucius said sarcastically

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. "Good-bye." With that sentence he raised his wand and brought it down sharply uttering, "fro

grenouille." Will's shocked face at seeing his son became even more startled when he saw a

flash of azure light surge around him and found himself rapidly dwindling rapidly. He was there

no more. In his place was a large green frog with bulging blue eyes. "Thank you for your

hospitality," Lucius said sarcastically. He then made a lunge at the frog but it hopped away.

Realizing he did not have much time until Hermione arrived, and that he had placed an

irrevocable spell of Will (now a frog for the rest of his life), he quickly jumped into the bed and

lay there languidly. Pretending to be ill he watched the door, waiting for Hermione.

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A/N I KNOW it's a short chapter, but hey, it's a short story. I think it's 15 pages 1.5 spaced on Word. To my reviewers:

Alenor – actually I'm reading Highly Unusual, I'm a Tamora Pierce fan as well, I've been hooked on her since I met this crazy librarian who used to recommend good books but now won't go away when I tell her I have enough books or that I've already read them. Watch out for librarians!

LonelyNight – I'm glad you love the way I write, I love the way I write. You can admire my writing in Christmas with muggles too! Hint Hint

Chapter 9 will be up in a couple of days. My mom's coming home from vacation today. It's depressing.