Disclosure Hp belongs to JKR. The storyline, new character development, new events, and new characters are my intellectual property. Glorioux

The Lost Witch Years Before-Malfoy Manor

Hermione held on to Fenrir when she heard a voice, "My dear, close your eyes and resist the pull; the enemy wants you lost and senses you near. Though he spies, he doesn't know where you are. Remember, he is more than he appears to be," Hermione saw the hand of a beautiful, nearly naked woman, wearing gauzy clothes, with long hair like hers, looking a little like her, well sort of.

"Hold my hand, come with me, come, my child, come, my love, trust me, soon we can be together. How I long for you, to hold you. Look at the young man; he is good, trust him, and care for him if you wish." She held the cool hand and felt a soft kiss on her cheek. Next second, her aching body was on a bed, and she relaxed.

1972

Meanwhile Lucius was back in the witch's room. He looked around, went into the WC, no, she was not in the room. He despaired, wondering why he had left her alone. I am gone, and in a minute her body is no longer in bed; how can this be? She was unconscious. I should have left Dobby here. His guts twisted, again he remembered his father saying that she was there one minute, gone the next. Oh no, is she gone? He was bewildered.

She wasn't in the room. He looked around once more, even under the bed, the wardrobes, nothing. He was panicking, maybe it was true, and she had left. But when he turned towards the bed, she was back asleep. He grinned, deciding he wasn't going away from her sight this second onwards. She was his; indeed, he was claiming her as soon as his father came back. Lucius felt serene, looking at her. It was odd, but he felt complete.

Although he wasn't even sure that the potion would work, Lucius soaked the wet cloth sitting closer to her. With care, he applied it on her heated forehead, her arms, and her shoulders, letting his hands linger. It was a potion he had developed for those injured by curses.

Lucius had not touched Narcissa that much, and the contact with the witch's skin made him go hard, throbbing against his belly, making him imagine his naked body against hers. His witch was so soft; she was now his witch. He touched her lips with his finger tips and traced them; they were hot and dry to the touch. Lucius looked around, he didn't see anyone. Good, since he was alone, he touched her lips with his. Her lips were soft and sweet, making him wonder how it would be loving her, laying naked closed to her. He wanted to know how it would feel inside her.

He opened his mouth, moving his tongue over her lips, tasting her; at once, with her taste lingering on his lips and tongue, all changed. He now felt like taking her away to a place he knew. It was a place only the Malfoy knew about it. Hell with Hogwarts, if he went without her, it would be like dying; the promise of being Head-Boy held zero appeal. Funny, he had worked to be a Head-Boy since the first day he went to Hogwarts, and, now, it had zero appeal.

Lucius looked around again, still nobody, so he lowered the bed cover a little. Mipzy had dressed her in one of his mother's older sleeping robes, made of gauzy silk. He saw the light colored nipples through the transparent silk, and his eyes dilated with lust. Though he knew this was not right, he was nearly eighteen, or close enough, and she was there. He had said it, she was a delicate living doll. Looking at her, his friends, Narcissa, and all others ceased to exist. He knew with certainty that nobody had ever made him feel such strong desire. His balls ached, his cock was straight up, he wanted her for him, only for him. She would be his wife, he was sure.

She was lithe, slender, firm, her tits round and firm. His eyes fixed on her tawny colored nipples, her coloring was one of very light honey, and he thought, she probably tastes like honey. He wanted to put his lips around one nipple and then the other. His mouth watered imagining her naked body against his, her arms around him, caressing him. He closed his eyes for seconds, pretending he was sitting on their bed, readying for the night.

Then, he lowered the cover a little more in the guise of checking the bandages. They were soaked with blood, upsetting Lucius. Quickly, he pulled his wand and changed them with the prepared bandages. Unreal, her blood smelled good; a twisted thought of licking her blood assaulted his mind. He was able to see the shadows between her thighs. She had hair, but not much; it looked trimmed. He wished that he could see more, but this was enough. Lucius wanted to respect his to-be bride, so he covered her with much regret.

Muctis had said she had been tortured and gouged with a knife, a knife. Thinking about it, he wanted to hurt whoever had done it. The clothes she had worn were strange; he had never seen such clothes before, though they look good on her. When he found her, she wore a type of body-fitting men's trousers, and he heard his father whispering to Muctis. His father told him to keep quiet since Muctis had gone to school with his father and knew the girl. His father and Muctis had often talked about time travel, and Lucius had heard the stories. Now, he believed they could be possible.

Lucius remembered hearing about something that had happened at the Manor long before, maybe right after Hogwarts. He had spied on his father often enough. Abraxas and his friends had talked to her, and she had claimed she was lost. "Where am I?" She had asked.

The strange witch also wore night clothes when they saw her at the Manor. It happened the same date that day long ago, he had seen the date when they saw her. Abraxas had told her she should be in bed, she was feverish, and clearly not well.

Fenrir, who was still sane, had exclaimed, "She is mine, don't touch her," he was quiet for a minute, "she comes with me." He looked crazy and confused, "How can this be? I have never shagged. She is not just a witch; she smells strange."

Tom Riddle also saw her. "This witch is powerful, so I claim her to be my wife. Hands off, everyone, don't touch her." They said Tom Riddle went crazy, spewing nonsense about the orphanage, fairies, and Hogwarts while challenging Fenrir, who stood before her, holding her.

They all had claimed her, and soon they were in a scrimmage. In the melee that ensued, nobody saw when her body disappeared, and just like that, she was gone, but it could not be possible. Tom accused Fenrir, but he denied it. Tom said he would find her because he deserved her and waited for her since ever.

Maybe the story was true, but how? Lucius saw the odd medallion she had; when he touched it, it was hot. So he decided to hide it because he didn't want her to go. She had nothing else on her but that, so Lucius deduced her disappearance was related to the medallion, a magical artifact. When he took the medallion, he didn't use magic, instead used his hand and let it linger on her neck.

He was under her spell. He looked again, and he was still alone, so he took her hand and pressed it against his cheek, letting her scent lull his senses.

His father was back, so Lucius dropped her hand. His father and Muctis checked around with friends in the MoM and had not found a record of her, "Let's get Fenrir. Son don't touch her, it might not be a good idea."

"No, he is crazed," Muctis agreed, "Remember last time, and then the attack on his kin. What if it were related to her? Oh my." Both Abraxas and Muctis thought the same. Tom had gone looking for the witch.

Lucius stayed by her. As soon as they left, he pulled out a brush and sat to brush her hair. Nobody would think badly of him for brushing her hair. Dobby and Mipzy were back and sat to watch him. For once, Lucius agreed with Dobby when he declared, "She be the prettiest." Dobby ascertained, liking her for a mistress. "She be having lots of magic." He said nodding his head. Lucius noticed he wore the pressed smock; Dobby was certainly smitten.

Mipzy added, staking her claim, "Sir, Dobby be too young, and I be the nurse for the babies. He be trying; he be a baby thief. I knows." She poked Dobby's arm very hard with her bony finger. Dobby didn't move an inch.

The idea of a baby with the witch made Lucius dream. "Enough watching, leave. Mipzy have the cook make her broth, a consommé with a little sherry, maybe hot tea, and hmm, a pudding?. You two leave, and Dobby, she is the prettiest. You are right. About the babies, each one of you can have one or more."

The House-elves left bickering, making Lucius smile, already thinking ahead, seeing her heavy with the babies they made. At the thought of making babies, his cock twitched. Lucius sat close to her, applying compresses against her head. She was his world, and all else had ceased to exist.

Fenrir and the witch

After much deliberating, Abraxas And Muctis went to a dark pub in Diagonal Alley. They saw a human Fenrir, appearing as someone down on his luck, unkempt and dangerous looking. He sat with a blond, elegantly attired, in neither Muggle nor Wizarding robes. The blond dressed in, perhaps, formal wear and was arguing with Fenrir.

Abraxas approached with caution, slowly, "Fenrir," little was left of the Fenrir long ago, little but the fact that he had not aged but maybe a year. One day he was called back after many of his relatives had been killed within weeks after seeing the lost witch. Many of the ones in the Manor, the day they saw the lost witch, suspected the Dark Lord. After all, he was always accusing Fenrir of taking her.

Although Fenrir growled and snarled, he let Abraxas and Muctis approach.

He acknowledged them, "What are you doing here?" He asked brusquely.

Abraxas hesitated, "Please let us talk alone."

"You either can talk in front of my brother Sebus, or leave." Fenrir said.

The blond, a giant like Fenrir, nodded his head, looking at them with contempt and disdain. It was obvious he didn't trust them.

"You must vow that you won't repeat this to anyone." Abraxas told him.

"Repeat to whom, look, does it like I have a lot of friends?" Fenrir shook his head.

"We can be in great trouble if this gets back to the Dark Lord. You must promise that he will not hear about this." Abraxas explained.

"No, he won't. I am interested," Fenrir vowed.

He looked more like himself, as they listened. "This happened long ago, do you remember the day you were visiting my home, and the young witch appeared, the one dressed on night clothes?"

"Why are you asking this now?" Fenrir was hyperaware, his nostrils flaring. Abraxas could see.

"Because she's back, and is now wearing the same nightgown." Abraxas explained.

Fenrir became restless, "Where is she? Take me there right now. Sebus, you come along."

Abraxas shook his head, "First you must tell me why you were so upset the day."

"Now, I am asking for an unbreakable," Fenrir demanded.

Once it was done, Fenrir told them, "Because she is one of mine, furthermore, her scent marks her as mine. She cannot be because I have never been with a Muggle woman. Back then, I had never shagged, not once. I was very young, what, 17? I was at least two years younger than everyone else. What I mean is that she is my child. I am certain, without a doubt."

"What is he talking about, what she?" Sebus asked.

Abraxas quickly related the incident from so long ago. "There is also something else, Tom Riddle became obsessed with her; he had the theory that she came from a time in the future. Some nonsense of Hogwarts and before. What is worse is that he still talks about her. He wants to find her; it is his quest. He says she is for him."

"Where is she? Tom cannot have her, never." Fenrir was emphatic. For the first time, a dark suspicion crossed his mind.

"She is at my home, safe, but you know my wife, she is a nightmare. How I wish that I had never marry…never mind." Abraxas sounded sad.

Fenrir nodded, he disliked the nasty witch. Once, he had wanted Abraxas for his half sister; maybe there was a way. She refused suitors and wouldn't say why but Fenrir knew the reason, Abraxas. He had an idea; marriages weren't forever.

"May I see the witch?" Fenrir asked, his eyes softer.

Lucius and the Witch

Hermione opened her eyes; where was she? It looked like the dream she just had.

"Draco?" She asked at the tall wizard sitting by her.

''Where did you go? You should not leave. Quit asking about Draco. Where did you go?" Lucius couldn't stand her asking about someone else.

"Go?" What was he saying? Hermione was confused.

"Yes, before, a few hours ago. I am Lucius Malfoy, not Draco, whoever he is." It made him uncomfortable to think of another with her, well, to be accurate, it made him terribly unhappy, distressed. When she sat, he could see her breasts thru the thin fabric, her nipples were clearly visible, his cock hardened further, his breathing was hard. Currents of desire ran along his body. Her scent made him drunk, making him wonder why his olfactory abilities were so enhanced; since when he could smell someone else so well?

She shivered, "Lucius, I am so cold. Please don't bring Bella here. Is Narcissa here?"

"No, they aren't, and if you wish, they never will," he talked softly, tenderly.

"Lucius, please, never let them near me. I am so cold; both are awful, poor the Lestrange; they must stay away from everyone. Believe me, Narcissa is just as bad." Hermione was shivering.

"Of course not; they will never come near you, never, " Lucius picked up the up a shawl at the end of the bed and pulled a pair of his socks from his robe. But first, he wrapped the shawl around her. Then, he put his large socks on her slender feet.

"Where am I? What year is this?" Hermione asked.

"This is 1972." Now, Lucius was certain, she had come from the future.

Her hand went to her chest, "I was wearing, err, where is it?"

"You mean this?" He showed her the Time Turner but kept it away from her reach. He thought if he gave it to her, she'd would be gone, and he didn't want that. Thinking about it made him want to cry; he was afraid to think she would leave, and cold chill ran thru him.

"Please, give it to me; I must go; oh gods, Draco, where is he?" She exclaimed.

Draco was the dying Malfoy.

"Ah, err, he dissapeared. He was nearly gone." He meant dead.

"What is your name?" Hermione asked.

"I told you, I am Lucius, Lucius Malfoy." He didn't want to know more about Draco.

She say nothing else and cried.

Her body shook, and the muscles contracted. The pain left by the Cruciatus made her cry, "Make her stop, no more no."

He held her gently, calming her down, which did nothing for him but made him madly aroused. He had already decided she would be his, nobody else's. He hadn't felt this for Narcissa, nothing like it. His cock was dripping, he was certain. He knew she was for him. He wanted his cock in her, feeling what he imagined as perfect.

"Hands off her now, or you die, NOW!" Snarls and two growls followed. Lucius looked up, who were the two giants?