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Chapter 2: The Body

Narcissa gasped. Lucius reeled back in disgust. It seemed it was another muggle vagrant, and this one had the audacity to sleep on his porch! Lucius eyed her up and down, trying to control his gag reflex.

It was a girl and at the very most she was perhaps 18. It was hard to tell though; she was such a scrawny thing. Certainly not starving, but she did look like she had gone without much more often then not. It was just another thing Lucius hated about Muggles, they were procreating like animals, but couldn't feed the ones they had now. Most of her clothes were torn and hastily mended, and she wore no shoes.

The only thing different about this muggle then all the rest that were found on the Malfoy's property, was that she looked like she had at least tried to keep clean. The stains on her clothes looked to have been scrubbed until the material faded. Her brown hair was relatively neat, all things considered, brushed and in a ponytail. Her skin was no where near as grimy as it could have been and she didn't stink as much as her fellow vagrants. A clean muggle, but a muggle none the less. And any muggle who found their way onto Malfoy property were subjected to the Death Eaters and then killed.

Lucius prodded at her with his foot "Up!" he yelled, "Get up, get into the house!" But she didn't move. She didn't even wake up. 'Perfect,' he thought. Fate had not only seen fit to plague his land with muggles, but now a dead muggle was on his stoop.

"Alright Narcissa, It seems she's dead. Take down the obvious charms and spells, and send round for the p…po…poleece." No matter how many times he had to deal with them, he could never wrap his mouth around that word. Muggles had such stupid names for things. "Let them take care of their own trash."

Narcissa rolled her eyes. Men could be so stupid. "Lucius, she's not dead. Look, she's still breathing." and indeed she was. Her chest moved up and down as the girl took slow, shallow breaths.

"Then why won't she wake up?" said Lucius impatiently. He was not at all inclined to deal with a muggle faking death.

"I think," Narcissa said slowly, searching her mind for the limited knowledge she had of medicine, "She's in a coma."

"Well what the hell does that mean!" Lucius yelled, now furious. First his wife just wouldn't leave him the hell alone, and now she was spouting off medical jabber.

Startled, Narcissa tried to explain what she knew of it "It means she's asleep and she can't wake up right now. Maybe not ever."

Lucius was incensed "Well, isn't that just bloody fabulous! We've got a half dead muggle at our door and- And how the hell did she get here anyway?" Maybe Lucius didn't know about comas, but from what he could tell, when one had one, they didn't move very fast and she had to have gotten there somehow.

"How should I know?" yelled an exasperated Narcissa. She hated dealing with her husband at the best of times. When he threw a tantrum it was almost more then she could stand. She took a deep breath and said "Lucius, just calm down. We can just call the po-leese, and they'll take her to the do…the doctuh……the muggle mediwizard."

"Fine," he said with a dramatic sigh, "Call them." He began to make his way into the house. Narcissa gave off a frustrated sigh, much like the sound of air coming out of a tire.

"Lucius, we can't just leave her here. Give me your wand, I'll take her inside." Lucius did not like the idea of a half-dead muggle in his house for reasons other then torture. But he couldn't see the muggle authorities taking it well to find their half-dead muggle still on his stoop, either. Reluctantly, he handed her his wand.

"Mobilicorpus!"

The girl's body levitated off the ground. Narcissa was just about to take her through the doorway when she noticed a thin silver chain with a charm hanging off the girl's scrawny neck. At closer inspection, the charm was silver 'D' with a gold snake woven through it. Narcissa's eyes went wide. She stood there for a full thirty seconds just staring at the charm in her hand, a million thoughts running through her head.

"Lucius!" she screamed "Lucius!"