Hermione sat back in her seat, hands clasped together and resting on the top of her desk, as she waited for Lucius to speak. She was eager to know what he had to say.

Finally, he collected himself and opened his mouth to begin. "Well, as you've so brilliantly pointed out, I do know the nature of these boxes that you have spoken of. You have already translated the meaning of Sacrae Familiae, meaning 'Family of the Sacred' in Latin. This refers to the Sacred 28. The original Pureblood families."

He seemed to fight over whether he should tell her more, or decide to risk his reputation and leave. He knew he couldn't do the latter, so he continued speaking, reluctantly.

"Each family of the 28 were given a box when their bloodline was established. The box was given to the patriarch of the family, or the head of the house. It was then passed down to each son throughout generations. Take, for instance, the Black family. Arcturus Black was given the box from his father, then passed the object to his son Orion, who then passed the box down to his beloved son, Regulus. My father passed the Malfoy box down to me, and I will pass it on to Draco. You understand the pattern here, right?"

Hermione nodded her head and rolled her eyes at him. Naturally, she understood the pattern; she wasn't called "The Brightest Witch of Her Age" for nothing. And, as he pointed out a few minutes ago, she was still a know-it-all.

"Well, these boxes are given to each family as a sort of 'second chance,' you could say. Inside the box, lies the ability to bring back a male member of the family. Yes," he stopped her before she retorted with an immediate question, "back from death. To carry on the family name, rather than letting it die out. The issue with the box is that it cannot just be opened by someone of the same blood, as you would think. It can only be opened by someone who has enough magical power to handle the task of, essentially, bringing back the dead. It can only be opened for a family whose male side has truly died out." Hermione nodded her head.

"It has been rumored to have only been done once before. It was many centuries ago, by the Travers family. Not much is known about the opening, though. It was said that a witch was the one to open it, much to my surprise. Surely, I thought it would be an immensely talented wizard, but it appears I was wrong." Hermione rolled her eyes at his clear display of sexism.

She would have to fight with him over this topic, but on a different day though. First, she needs to figure out how these boxes work.

Lucius continued speaking, "The witch gave a drop of blood to the family box, and it recognized her as an equal. She was powerful enough to bring back the patriarch of the Travers' family. I assume that the more powerful the witch or wizard, the more wizards they can bring back. You see, when a wizard is brought back, they form a bond with the one whose powers assisted in bringing them back. A rule that is formed by the bond is that the person cannot be harmed by the wizard. But, no one knows what bond is truly formed. My guess is a soul bond. The witch who opened the Travers' box fell in love with the wizard and ended up bearing the next heir of the family. But, that is all that I know." Hermione frowned at the lack of more information.

Lucius saw this and looked at her with a severe face. "These boxes are not something to be taken lightly, Miss Granger. If what they said is true, then there is someone out there who holds enough power to raise the dead. To give extinct families a second chance to carry on their legacy." Hermione had enough sense to look somewhat chastised.

This pleased Lucius, and he continued, "I will give you a little bit of advice, Hermione. You should take these boxes, and lock them away where they cannot be touched. They should be forgotten about. Of course, the rest of the Sacred 28 will continue the tradition of passing down their family's box, but who can truly know if it can be done. That is, opening the box and bringing someone back." He shrugged and sat back in his chair signaling that he was done speaking.

Hermione looked at Lucius, biting her lip in contemplation. She knew more than she had led on but didn't want to tell Malfoy every single thing she knew. Although, he did just give her a great deal of information that helped to confirm her theories.

"Mr. Malfoy, the thing is... These three boxes are not the only ones that I am in possession of." She sighed as she saw his eyes flash.

"Pray tell, Miss Granger, whose artifacts have you found?" He spoke this sentence to her slowly and bit out each word.

"To be honest? I've also found Dolohov's, and Rosier's." Hermione said.

Lucius winced slightly. This was not how he planned his day to go. Learning that there was a chance of multiple dark wizards coming back from the dead was unsettling. Sure, he was a dark wizard himself, but those wizards were so much more dangerous. Hell, the little chit in front of him was almost cursed dead by Dolohov in the Department of Mysteries.

"Granger, let us be honest here for a second." He leaned forward.

"I presumed we already were." She said as she began circling her desk to sit down in her chair. She needed to sit after everything she had just heard.

"Right. Anyways, I would appreciate it if you would tell me your future plans with these artifacts." Lucius questioned her.

"Honestly Malfoy? I am not sure. Most likely I will heed your advice about hiding them away. I think it will be the safest for everyone." Lucius nodded, and Hermione let out a large sigh as she continued to speak.

"It has been four years since the war, and I don't know how much more chaos the wizarding world can handle. I don't know how much more chaos I can handle, to be honest." Hermione shrugged her shoulders.

"Marvelous choice Miss Granger. Now, I think it is time that I take my leave. It has been a most interesting day, and I believe a nice glass of whiskey will do some good at the moment." Lucius stood up and started righting his robes. "Good day, Hermione," he said as he turned around to begin walking out of the door.

At seeing this action, Hermione stood quickly and ran around to the front of her desk. "Lucius, wait! Listen, um, I really do appreciate you agreeing to meet with me and assist me with this whole thing..."

"Miss Granger, please. I beg you, do not start acting like a Gryffindor now. Besides," he smirks, "you were almost passing as a good little Slytherin a few minutes ago. I'd hate to see you revert to your Gryffindor ways. It would be such a tragedy. Now, I believe we are finished here." With that, Lucius Malfoy walked out the door.

Hermione turned around and slumped into her chair. "Merlin, what have I gotten myself into, now?" She muttered to herself.