Allo, cordyangel here! Updated later than usual because, well I don't really know. Have fun reading and hopefully reviewing! Thanks to everyone who did review! And for those who read Whole Again, my stupid computer went beserk and decided to erase my whole chapter! I'm back to writing it again. Grr...stupid computer.

Chapter 2: Whoa...a Note

" 'Here, I have a note-'
'Let me see it!'
'Please!' "

-Notes I, The Phantom of the Opera

The Order had received another letter from their mystery informant in Voldemort's headquarters. It was just after Harry and Ron had decided to grace the Order with their presence. It was a good thing it'd arrived when it did, breaking the tension between the young men and Mrs. Weasley. She'd given them the obligatory speech the second they'd arrived.

"Harry, Ron, I know that you have to do this, but..." Molly had struggled with her words. It was so hard to talk to the two now. They'd become men since their best friend had been taken. She didn't know who was staring at her out of her son's eyes. That person was completely alien to her. But nothing changed the fact that whoever he was, he was her son and she'd be damned if she saw him get hurt like Bill or worse. "Couldn't you be safer? I mean..." she didn't have to say it but everyone was remembering that Hermione had been taken while searching with the two. And no one blamed themself more than Ron. He and Hermione had put a hold on their quasi-relationship before the hunt for Horcruxes, but he was taking her disappearance harder than anyone.

"Mom," Charlie had said, noticing his brother's expression. "He knows what he's doing." And Molly knew the subject was closed. One thing was clear however, Ginny would never accompany them. Molly had only wished she'd made that rule with Hermione. But out of fear, Molly had left the girl alone. She'd found her parents dead when she'd returned for the holidays and Molly had felt that this would be the worst time to alienate the girl. But now this, the first good news in a long while.

She's being released.

Those three simple words sent a ripple of relief through the whole Order. A smile had almost graced Harry's features. Ron had to wipe away a few tears.

"She's going to be alright, mate," Harry slapped Ron's back. "I promise you that."

LHSLHSLHS

It had been awhile since Lucius had been called into the Dark Lord's presence without Severus. Ever since he'd been sprung from Azkaban four months prior, the Dark Lord had them working together. Lucius wouldn't have minded so much if they weren't in charge of protecting that witch Granger.

It wasn't so much the fact that she was a mud blood. Her imperfect lineage had been erased when the Dark Lord had chosen to imbue her with a part of his soul. But old hatreds died hard. It burned that she'd been elevated to a place beyond which most faithful death eaters never dreamed of. He'd hoped that if the Dark Lord had decided to do something this risky, he would have used someone else, like Draco. To think of the honor that would have been bestowedon the Malfoy line if Draco had been chosen made Lucius sick withenvy.But once again, Draco was second choice to Granger. And then, that worthless ungrateful brat had turned his back on his perfect breeding, his world of wealth and power to throw in his lot with the Boy Who Lived.

Lucius stopped in front of the portrait of Salazar. "Valitus Valatum, " Lucius hissed and strode through the picture

"Ah, Lucius. That was fast. I summoned you only an hour ago." Voldemort studied a finger nail as if it held the answers to the universe.

"My apologies, my lord."

"What, no excuse?" Voldemort would've raised an eyebrow, if he had one.

"Of course not my lord," Lucius bowed his head low. "I will accept whatever punishment you see fit to give me."

Voldemort waved his hand. "I have no time for that now, though I may take you up on that later. But now we need to talk about the Granger girl."

Lucius nodded his head.

"You and Severus are my most trusted Death Eater's. Severus killed that old coot for me and you...well, let's just say that not many men would hunt down their own sons for me." An evil grin spread across his face.

"He deserves to die. He spit in the face of everything we stand for. I'm just glad that I'm the one doing it, and not someone else." Lucius spoke clearly, hiding the regret he felt whenever Draco was mentioned.

"Yes. Well the point is Lucius; Granger cannot stay on her own, for obvious security reasons. If she were to find out what she is, she would most likely try to kill herself. And I don't make it a habit to leave things valuable to me unprotected. I need someone to watch over her. And while I trust Severus, I don't think he's the right man for this job. That's why I want you to share your quarters with her."

Lucius tried to hold in any emotion that might've betrayed his displeasure. "My lord," he began before the Dark Lord broke in.

"Now, I know about your nasty history with the little witch. And I know how you feel about mudbloods. But I hope that you can put your feelings aside, and treat her with the respect she deserves. Can I trust you to do that?"

Live with a mudblood? Not just any mudblood, he reminded himself. A snake like grin slithered its way across Lucius' face. "Of course, my lord. Have no fear, she will be safe with me."

LHSLHSLHS

Hotskittles: I really have no clue at this point. Probably a little of both.

HizInfernalMajesty: 'Cause Snape is extra sexy.