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Author Note: Many thanks to Niamh, my beta reader. Her new fic, I Will
Follow Thee, as well as, To the Honour of the Mother, should be on your
reading list if you are enjoying this story.
Draco V
About five o'clock in the afternoon.
I've just come back from sending a message to father. I saw Snape this afternoon after classes and he told me that Riddle wasn't happy with my arrogance at questioning his motives in the deaths of the Mudbloods, and that I should be bloody grateful that Riddle only thought to play with me.
What the fuck is going on?
One minute I'm everything Riddle thinks is good and the next minute I'm a toy to abuse and string along.
I want them all dead at my feet, exsanguinated and completely demoralised. I want Riddle's power and I will have it.
I said as much to Snape who told me the Dark Lord should have killed me when he had the opportunity and that what I was ranting was tantamount to heresy and treason to the 'cause'.
I stormed out of the classroom before I did something really stupid, like killing the bastard slowly and went directly to the Owlery to send a message to Father.
Lucius will support me. He hates Snape almost as much as I do.
About ten o'clock in the evening.
Father has just left me. We spent about half an hour trying to get Snape to ease up on me, give me some leeway as a fellow member of the Inner Circle, but Snape kept cutting father off, telling him that if he had a problem with my education, he could inform the Dark Lord and perhaps I could explain why I was questioning Snape's loyalty.
The mongrel just keeps twisting things. Even Father said that Snape wouldn't be so confident if Riddle wasn't keeping something secret between the two of them. Snape told me he should tell the Dark Lord that I, a mere child thought myself worthy to be considered an integral part of the trusted few, when in actual fact I should be grateful to have been allowed to 'participate' in the recent activities.
But I didn't do anything, other than watch. Lucius and Snape wouldn't let me. They used all sorts of excuses and when I asked Father if I could use his wand to practice on some of the Muggles, he told me I was a stupid child and needed to learn my place within the circle.
That Mudblood, Thomas is first on my list. They wouldn't let me 'play' with his sister. She was going to die anyway, so I'll play with him instead. Same family, same result.
I just have to work out how to get past the ghosts.
Near dawn.
I couldn't sleep again, but this time it wasn't the screaming that kept me awake, it was the strained look on McGonagall's face when father walked into the classroom yesterday evening.
I'll have to go up to the Library later on and see what I can find out. There has to be some reason why she keeps looking like she wants to say something to me. It's almost as though she doesn't know how to start and she keeps just looking at me.wondering.
Stupid old bitch.
Add that and the fact the Mudblood bitch Granger was making potions for the Infirmary and didn't seem terribly upset to have detention, or want to leave, and everything seems really strange.
Maybe Snape found someone as ugly as him to fuck. Someone who really would do anything for a good grade and isn't fussy how she gets her results.
I wonder if Snape wants to watch me 'play' with her?
After lunch.
I found an old edition of the Daily Prophet. For some obscure reason, the Library keeps copies of every edition.
I don't know why, but I had to copy this down. It's like I have to know that I'm not making it up.
It's not real. It can't be real.
'The Daily Prophet is pleased to announce the betrothal of Flavius Lucius Malfoy, only son of Titus and Lucretia Malfoy of Sussex, to Miss Minerva Caecilia McGonagall, youngest daughter of Julian and Livia McGonagall of Edinburgh.
The announcement was made at the Argyle House Ball to celebrate Miss McGonagall's introduction to Wizarding society and the young couple, contemporaries at Hogwarts; though in different houses, have just completed their seventh and final year at the school. It is understood from a family spokesman, that the betrothed couple found themselves with similar interests and lifelong goals at the Yule Ball held this last Christmas. Prior to this time, it is understood from an unnamed source, that though they had grown up together and their families have been allied for many generations, neither Miss McGonagall, nor Mr Malfoy were particularly close or seen as potential life mates.
One wonders at the events that saw a change in heart in both parties.
The wedding, scheduled for this coming Christmas, will be held at Hogwarts, though it is understood that the reception will be held at Argyle House, home of the McGonagall's and noted for its magnificent and extensive archive of rare wizarding manuscripts.
It will be the first wedding of significant note since the defeat of the dark wizard, Grindelwald twelve months ago and both the entourage and celebrations promise to be suitably grand. It is not known at this time where the newlyweds will set up their family home.'
FUCK!
There's no fucking way father wouldn't tell me this. Surely it's a mistake. It has to be a mistake.
It just isn't true. Someone, anyone, please tell me it isn't true?
I can't think of anything to say. There really isn't anything I can say. I wish I'd never gone looking for an answer. I still don't believe it, but there it is in front of me in black and white, complete with a photograph.and they look so - happy, like they've got their whole lives in front of them and nothing can touch them.
FUCK!
Then there's Lucius' birth announcement and it is real.
It's all true.
No matter how much I want it to be lies, Father's face gave me the confirmation and he didn't even realise it.
She's my fucking grandmother.and no one ever bothered to tell me!
As always, constructive criticism, comments and reviews are most welcome. (
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I have attempted to upload this story so that the formatting remains intact. For some obscure reason, Word chapters are randomly stripped and so are my html chapters. This story can also be found (with my formatting intact) at Lord and Lady Snape, as well as AFF.Net.
Draco V
About five o'clock in the afternoon.
I've just come back from sending a message to father. I saw Snape this afternoon after classes and he told me that Riddle wasn't happy with my arrogance at questioning his motives in the deaths of the Mudbloods, and that I should be bloody grateful that Riddle only thought to play with me.
What the fuck is going on?
One minute I'm everything Riddle thinks is good and the next minute I'm a toy to abuse and string along.
I want them all dead at my feet, exsanguinated and completely demoralised. I want Riddle's power and I will have it.
I said as much to Snape who told me the Dark Lord should have killed me when he had the opportunity and that what I was ranting was tantamount to heresy and treason to the 'cause'.
I stormed out of the classroom before I did something really stupid, like killing the bastard slowly and went directly to the Owlery to send a message to Father.
Lucius will support me. He hates Snape almost as much as I do.
About ten o'clock in the evening.
Father has just left me. We spent about half an hour trying to get Snape to ease up on me, give me some leeway as a fellow member of the Inner Circle, but Snape kept cutting father off, telling him that if he had a problem with my education, he could inform the Dark Lord and perhaps I could explain why I was questioning Snape's loyalty.
The mongrel just keeps twisting things. Even Father said that Snape wouldn't be so confident if Riddle wasn't keeping something secret between the two of them. Snape told me he should tell the Dark Lord that I, a mere child thought myself worthy to be considered an integral part of the trusted few, when in actual fact I should be grateful to have been allowed to 'participate' in the recent activities.
But I didn't do anything, other than watch. Lucius and Snape wouldn't let me. They used all sorts of excuses and when I asked Father if I could use his wand to practice on some of the Muggles, he told me I was a stupid child and needed to learn my place within the circle.
That Mudblood, Thomas is first on my list. They wouldn't let me 'play' with his sister. She was going to die anyway, so I'll play with him instead. Same family, same result.
I just have to work out how to get past the ghosts.
Near dawn.
I couldn't sleep again, but this time it wasn't the screaming that kept me awake, it was the strained look on McGonagall's face when father walked into the classroom yesterday evening.
I'll have to go up to the Library later on and see what I can find out. There has to be some reason why she keeps looking like she wants to say something to me. It's almost as though she doesn't know how to start and she keeps just looking at me.wondering.
Stupid old bitch.
Add that and the fact the Mudblood bitch Granger was making potions for the Infirmary and didn't seem terribly upset to have detention, or want to leave, and everything seems really strange.
Maybe Snape found someone as ugly as him to fuck. Someone who really would do anything for a good grade and isn't fussy how she gets her results.
I wonder if Snape wants to watch me 'play' with her?
After lunch.
I found an old edition of the Daily Prophet. For some obscure reason, the Library keeps copies of every edition.
I don't know why, but I had to copy this down. It's like I have to know that I'm not making it up.
It's not real. It can't be real.
'The Daily Prophet is pleased to announce the betrothal of Flavius Lucius Malfoy, only son of Titus and Lucretia Malfoy of Sussex, to Miss Minerva Caecilia McGonagall, youngest daughter of Julian and Livia McGonagall of Edinburgh.
The announcement was made at the Argyle House Ball to celebrate Miss McGonagall's introduction to Wizarding society and the young couple, contemporaries at Hogwarts; though in different houses, have just completed their seventh and final year at the school. It is understood from a family spokesman, that the betrothed couple found themselves with similar interests and lifelong goals at the Yule Ball held this last Christmas. Prior to this time, it is understood from an unnamed source, that though they had grown up together and their families have been allied for many generations, neither Miss McGonagall, nor Mr Malfoy were particularly close or seen as potential life mates.
One wonders at the events that saw a change in heart in both parties.
The wedding, scheduled for this coming Christmas, will be held at Hogwarts, though it is understood that the reception will be held at Argyle House, home of the McGonagall's and noted for its magnificent and extensive archive of rare wizarding manuscripts.
It will be the first wedding of significant note since the defeat of the dark wizard, Grindelwald twelve months ago and both the entourage and celebrations promise to be suitably grand. It is not known at this time where the newlyweds will set up their family home.'
FUCK!
There's no fucking way father wouldn't tell me this. Surely it's a mistake. It has to be a mistake.
It just isn't true. Someone, anyone, please tell me it isn't true?
I can't think of anything to say. There really isn't anything I can say. I wish I'd never gone looking for an answer. I still don't believe it, but there it is in front of me in black and white, complete with a photograph.and they look so - happy, like they've got their whole lives in front of them and nothing can touch them.
FUCK!
Then there's Lucius' birth announcement and it is real.
It's all true.
No matter how much I want it to be lies, Father's face gave me the confirmation and he didn't even realise it.
She's my fucking grandmother.and no one ever bothered to tell me!
As always, constructive criticism, comments and reviews are most welcome. (
Go on - tell me what you think of the story.
I have attempted to upload this story so that the formatting remains intact. For some obscure reason, Word chapters are randomly stripped and so are my html chapters. This story can also be found (with my formatting intact) at Lord and Lady Snape, as well as AFF.Net.