THE DISCLAIMER THAT I KEEP FORGETTING AND BETA SARAHV KEEPS TELLING ME TO
DO SO THAT I DON'T GET SUED, WHICH I COULDN'T AFFORD TO DO: I don't own the
characters (except Molly and some others which you'll see later), the
previous plots, or anything else in this category. I wish I did, but I
don't. Very sad, very sad. I also make no money from this (even though I
could use some-again, very sad. I cannot accept any money, nor accept any
credit for J.K. Rowling (the Queen of all Literature)'s work. Darn
legalities. Pffft.
A/N: For the quick-thinking readers, I'm sorry, but you're guesses were wrong. Molly Duncan is not the maiden name of Mrs. Weasley. It is, in fact, that of my mother. The name has nothing to do with the plot, so the Molly Duncan in the story is nothing like my mother (otherwise she'd run into walls and poles every five seconds!). I just needed a name. But good guesses! Anyway, St. David's is also a place that I have created in the story. And Rhysenn, Snape's owl, her name is from Cassie Claire's Draco Trilogy. The owl's supposed to be symbolic of her owner, in case you didn't catch it: she's mostly black, with hidden pieces of white---he's dark on the outside, but has traces and bits of purity inside. Very clever, I know. Enjoy and RR, please. Reviews are what I feed off of. And I'm hungry. I need food. Food is good. Yes, it is good. I do not know why, but it is. I'll leave it at that.
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Hermione and the others went to find a table to read at, but then they saw some really super duper relax your mind into a state of pure mush armchairs near the café and inhabited them. After getting a Magic Mocha from the café, Hermione set off for the library office to get her escort to the Malfoy section (the Ministry required any researchers of the Dark Arts to be monitored closely). After her escort, a surly looking 50-something named Lester, was sent to her, she started to admire the interior design a bit more as she walked. The walls were made of some sort of wood (acacia, she thought), with runes carved in them. They must have been either more ancient or a different form than what Hermione had learned, because in her translation of one of the sections, it said something along the lines of, "My hovercraft is full of eels." That probably wasn't it, but then again, you never know. Hermione had fun guessing at what each stained glass window/mosaic was depicting, which were mostly of important events in magical history , like wars, revolts, discoveries, and sporting events. She was just getting to the Goblin Rebellion of 1376 when Lester finally spoke. "What type of research will you be doing today, Miss Granger?" he said in a grizzly voice, a voice that sounded as though it shouldn't be there. "Huh? Oh, I'm researching what kind of magic brought back You-Know-Who two years ago. I'm pretty sure it's a Dark magic, because Harry Potter said that the spell, or whatever, needed the blood of the enemy, flesh of the servant, and bone of the father. Not all of them were willingly given, though. I really think that it's Blood Magic because it's supposed to be really powerful and Dark. I hope it's not too hard to find." "Blood Magic? Are you sure that the Ministry knew what you're researching?" he said, with a tone in his voice that made it sound as though he thought that Hermione was too young and inexperienced to handle something of the sort. He also sounded as though he didn't want her to research it at all, as though he were protecting the information. "I mean, you could only be all of what? Fifteen? It may be, dare I say, a little too harsh and dangerous for a girl of your age to meddle in." His voice was oily-sounding and malicious. "For your information..Lester, was it? For your information, I have written consent and recommendation from Albus Dumbledore to research this. I will be up to the challenge. Thank you for caring, Mr. Lester." She said with a contrary tone of voice. She hated being talked down to more than she hated discussing Quidditch. She was quiet until they got through the door behind Lucius Malfoy's portrait ("Not a Mudblood! I won't allow it." He said. She told him, "Oh, shut up, you're just a tapestry!" He then sneered a sneer to rival all sneers in the history of sneering sneerers.). When they got inside, Lester flanked the entrance and crossed his arms. "I'm waiting." He said. Hermione felt a sense of unwelcoming right when she entered the section. The books seemed to know think that she was unworthy to even look at their titles because of her origin. Damn rich, opinionated, racist books, she thought. She felt the urge to leave, but knew how sorry she'd be if she left, so she just endured the non-corporeal abuse. The contents of these shelves were ominous yet fascinating, and she saw a few that she'd like to check out if she ever got the chance. They were titled things like Demons, Demons, Demons (when she questioned the title of it to Lester, he responded with an annoyed comment of, "It's a book about demons, what would you call it?" "Bernard," she mumbled under her breath.); The Evil Overlords' Handbook; Revenge of The Flying Spatula; The Effervescent Evil MaiTai; How to Kill Off Useless Species, Such as Worms, Muggles, and Walruses; and How We Might Just Happen to Actually Destroy Harry Potter, Which We Know Will Never Happen, But We Wrote This Book Anyway Just For The Purpose of Saying We'd Written a Book. No wonder this place is restricted, she thought.
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Snape saw a swish of white-blond hair just ahead of him in the clearing. "D'ai stiho," he said. It was the Death Eaters way of seeing if a person was one of their kind. Voldemort had given them each their own kind of response: one that would describe him or herself and let others know who they were.
"Snialahth Baille alla Cliath." Drawled the voice. "Lucius," said Snape, with an acknowledging nod. "Severus," responded Mr. Malfoy, with the same gesture. "What does He want this time, Lucius? I can only come here so many times without that old bastard knowing what I'm up to." He gave a mental apology to Dumbledore for calling him that. Although he had said that a few times before when he was being pressed to give Neville Longbottom and that hideous excuse for a girl, Millicent Bulstrode, remedial potions for a few weeks two years ago. "Well, Snape, Lord Voldemort has been pondering how to test his followers' loyalty for some time now, steepling his fingers a lot and saying things like "Hmmmm..hmmmm," and "Eeeexxxxcellent." It's been getting kind of annoying, but that's not the point. You are one of the people that he feels he needs to test the most. You are, after all, kind of close to the enemy." He sneered. God, he sneers too much.and it's ugly, too, he thought. "Malfoy, you know that I am, always have been, and always will be loyal to the Dark Lord. I have no intention of going over to the other side. I don't mind doing this loyalty test thing. I really hope that it consists of torturing and dangling innocent little puppies and fluffy little bunnies in front of Muggle children's faces. Or torturing and dangling the children, for that matter." Snape said with a slightly sarcastic and defiant tone. I bet Lucius would add something like making the little boys sleep naked in his bed with him and cuddling them like that psychotic Muggle celebrity that looked like a mutated doll, he thought to himself. But before he had a chance to laugh to himself, the two were surrounded by about forty dark figures saying, "D'ai stiho."
A/N: I have to give the "Greetings of the Evil" credit to Ms. Diane Duane, the author of The Young Wizards Series. She's great, y'all should read the series. And "Baille alla Cliath" actually is Irish for Dublin.it doesn't describe Lucius in any way at all. I needed something creative at the time and couldn't find it. I think maybe Evil-Satanic-Bastard-Of-Doom would be a better description. But I couldn't get it translated yet. Pfft. And the part that Snape was thinking about what else Lucius would do (the part about the little naked boys) is supposed to be Snape thinking that Lucius is like Wacko Jacko, Michael Jackson. I had to get that in. RR, please. I want my food!!
A/N: For the quick-thinking readers, I'm sorry, but you're guesses were wrong. Molly Duncan is not the maiden name of Mrs. Weasley. It is, in fact, that of my mother. The name has nothing to do with the plot, so the Molly Duncan in the story is nothing like my mother (otherwise she'd run into walls and poles every five seconds!). I just needed a name. But good guesses! Anyway, St. David's is also a place that I have created in the story. And Rhysenn, Snape's owl, her name is from Cassie Claire's Draco Trilogy. The owl's supposed to be symbolic of her owner, in case you didn't catch it: she's mostly black, with hidden pieces of white---he's dark on the outside, but has traces and bits of purity inside. Very clever, I know. Enjoy and RR, please. Reviews are what I feed off of. And I'm hungry. I need food. Food is good. Yes, it is good. I do not know why, but it is. I'll leave it at that.
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Hermione and the others went to find a table to read at, but then they saw some really super duper relax your mind into a state of pure mush armchairs near the café and inhabited them. After getting a Magic Mocha from the café, Hermione set off for the library office to get her escort to the Malfoy section (the Ministry required any researchers of the Dark Arts to be monitored closely). After her escort, a surly looking 50-something named Lester, was sent to her, she started to admire the interior design a bit more as she walked. The walls were made of some sort of wood (acacia, she thought), with runes carved in them. They must have been either more ancient or a different form than what Hermione had learned, because in her translation of one of the sections, it said something along the lines of, "My hovercraft is full of eels." That probably wasn't it, but then again, you never know. Hermione had fun guessing at what each stained glass window/mosaic was depicting, which were mostly of important events in magical history , like wars, revolts, discoveries, and sporting events. She was just getting to the Goblin Rebellion of 1376 when Lester finally spoke. "What type of research will you be doing today, Miss Granger?" he said in a grizzly voice, a voice that sounded as though it shouldn't be there. "Huh? Oh, I'm researching what kind of magic brought back You-Know-Who two years ago. I'm pretty sure it's a Dark magic, because Harry Potter said that the spell, or whatever, needed the blood of the enemy, flesh of the servant, and bone of the father. Not all of them were willingly given, though. I really think that it's Blood Magic because it's supposed to be really powerful and Dark. I hope it's not too hard to find." "Blood Magic? Are you sure that the Ministry knew what you're researching?" he said, with a tone in his voice that made it sound as though he thought that Hermione was too young and inexperienced to handle something of the sort. He also sounded as though he didn't want her to research it at all, as though he were protecting the information. "I mean, you could only be all of what? Fifteen? It may be, dare I say, a little too harsh and dangerous for a girl of your age to meddle in." His voice was oily-sounding and malicious. "For your information..Lester, was it? For your information, I have written consent and recommendation from Albus Dumbledore to research this. I will be up to the challenge. Thank you for caring, Mr. Lester." She said with a contrary tone of voice. She hated being talked down to more than she hated discussing Quidditch. She was quiet until they got through the door behind Lucius Malfoy's portrait ("Not a Mudblood! I won't allow it." He said. She told him, "Oh, shut up, you're just a tapestry!" He then sneered a sneer to rival all sneers in the history of sneering sneerers.). When they got inside, Lester flanked the entrance and crossed his arms. "I'm waiting." He said. Hermione felt a sense of unwelcoming right when she entered the section. The books seemed to know think that she was unworthy to even look at their titles because of her origin. Damn rich, opinionated, racist books, she thought. She felt the urge to leave, but knew how sorry she'd be if she left, so she just endured the non-corporeal abuse. The contents of these shelves were ominous yet fascinating, and she saw a few that she'd like to check out if she ever got the chance. They were titled things like Demons, Demons, Demons (when she questioned the title of it to Lester, he responded with an annoyed comment of, "It's a book about demons, what would you call it?" "Bernard," she mumbled under her breath.); The Evil Overlords' Handbook; Revenge of The Flying Spatula; The Effervescent Evil MaiTai; How to Kill Off Useless Species, Such as Worms, Muggles, and Walruses; and How We Might Just Happen to Actually Destroy Harry Potter, Which We Know Will Never Happen, But We Wrote This Book Anyway Just For The Purpose of Saying We'd Written a Book. No wonder this place is restricted, she thought.
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Snape saw a swish of white-blond hair just ahead of him in the clearing. "D'ai stiho," he said. It was the Death Eaters way of seeing if a person was one of their kind. Voldemort had given them each their own kind of response: one that would describe him or herself and let others know who they were.
"Snialahth Baille alla Cliath." Drawled the voice. "Lucius," said Snape, with an acknowledging nod. "Severus," responded Mr. Malfoy, with the same gesture. "What does He want this time, Lucius? I can only come here so many times without that old bastard knowing what I'm up to." He gave a mental apology to Dumbledore for calling him that. Although he had said that a few times before when he was being pressed to give Neville Longbottom and that hideous excuse for a girl, Millicent Bulstrode, remedial potions for a few weeks two years ago. "Well, Snape, Lord Voldemort has been pondering how to test his followers' loyalty for some time now, steepling his fingers a lot and saying things like "Hmmmm..hmmmm," and "Eeeexxxxcellent." It's been getting kind of annoying, but that's not the point. You are one of the people that he feels he needs to test the most. You are, after all, kind of close to the enemy." He sneered. God, he sneers too much.and it's ugly, too, he thought. "Malfoy, you know that I am, always have been, and always will be loyal to the Dark Lord. I have no intention of going over to the other side. I don't mind doing this loyalty test thing. I really hope that it consists of torturing and dangling innocent little puppies and fluffy little bunnies in front of Muggle children's faces. Or torturing and dangling the children, for that matter." Snape said with a slightly sarcastic and defiant tone. I bet Lucius would add something like making the little boys sleep naked in his bed with him and cuddling them like that psychotic Muggle celebrity that looked like a mutated doll, he thought to himself. But before he had a chance to laugh to himself, the two were surrounded by about forty dark figures saying, "D'ai stiho."
A/N: I have to give the "Greetings of the Evil" credit to Ms. Diane Duane, the author of The Young Wizards Series. She's great, y'all should read the series. And "Baille alla Cliath" actually is Irish for Dublin.it doesn't describe Lucius in any way at all. I needed something creative at the time and couldn't find it. I think maybe Evil-Satanic-Bastard-Of-Doom would be a better description. But I couldn't get it translated yet. Pfft. And the part that Snape was thinking about what else Lucius would do (the part about the little naked boys) is supposed to be Snape thinking that Lucius is like Wacko Jacko, Michael Jackson. I had to get that in. RR, please. I want my food!!