Author's Note :
WAAAAAH ! IF I FAIL PHILOSPHY TOMRROW IT'S BECAUSE OF YOU PEOPLE! I LOVE YOU ALL TOO MUCH TO LET YOU DROWN IN YOUR TORTURED THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS STORY….
Angelic Layer
Chapter 42
Lucius Malfoy was fluming. He noticed way too late that he hated Hogwarts. Even the pleasure of popping by at Severus Quarters late at night and Miss Granger's fits didn't amuse him anymore.
He wanted action. He wanted a bloody royal scandal.
Lucius wasn't a stupid man. He might look like it, but he wasn't.
He knew that there was something about Hermione Granger that kept Severus on his toes. He loathed admitting it, but even he watched out for the girl. He didn't want her to explode in his face.
He had seen her out of her wits once, and remembered how scared, truly and utterly scared he had been.
It was during the trial between them after his rather brief journey in Azkaban. She had started a lawsuit against him for attacking her parents (which he had done).
All the members of the jury knew she was right, yet couldn't send him back in Azkaban due to corruption and blackmailing.
Hermione had understood this in the middle of it all and had lost her temper.
It had been horrible. Her bushy hair had risen itself on her head, forming a halo around her face. Her eyes had been burning with hate. A trail of fire had suddenly appeared on Lucius's layers papers.
Losing one's power over one's magic under drastic circumstances wasn't unusual… for old wizards and witches.
But someone as young as Hermione couldn't have possibly have so much power. The judges had been so surprised and scared that they had forced Lucius to pay a caution to her family.
The price was high, but not as valuable as this piece of information. He had given the Grangers a key to one of his vaults in Gringrotts.
Hermione had been the one taking it from him, still furious.
She had been close enough to him to feel her power.
It had been her smell that had petrified him the most. Se smelt like faintly like lilies and sea. Her hair had been sun kissed as well as her face. Her cloths had smelled like lavender and she had rose and jasmine perfume on her wrists.
But under all these pleasant and delicately feminine fragrances, the stubborn smell hot metal and azoth could be noticed. It throbbed from her, like a heartbeat.
Only one person had the same smell: Lord Voldemort.
Now, Lucius hadn't been on the baby project, yet he knew some amount of information and rumours on it.
He was surprisingly good friends with his sister-in-law Bellatrix. Both had frequented Hogwarts the same year.
Bellatrix had told him she would carry the special made heir or their Lord. He had been excited about it. She had also told that some of her traits, for example her lack of mercy, had been printed to the baby.
Lucius had been surprised by this. But it made sense. The child was made during the times where the darkness was almost about to win.
The child would have grown up in Voldemort's reign. It would have been old enough to take over fully when the dark Lord would have been old. Being over fifty and reign over a rebellious kingdom wasn't easy.
His heir would have been fully formed just when Voldemort would have been old enough to retire. Voldemort would have been his heir's mentor now if the stupid Potters wouldn't have destroyed everything.
Lucius knew Severus well. Lucius didn't believe that Severus could have killed his own creation; he was a potions master. Potions Masters don't fail or throw away their creations. If they do mistake, they keep them fresh in memory to prevent such things from happening.
So now Lucius was going to learn the truth.
It was only a matter of time.
Lucius watched, disgusted, the plastic bag where one of Severus's pubic hair was. Lucius almost vomited when he thought what he had done to get this hair. But it was vital for his plan.
So vital that he had been ready to stick his hands down the shower drain to get hold on his hair.