wasn't so foolish as to come against Viviane, he'd seen the power she would one day wield years ago while she was still here at Hogwart's. Sixteen year old Viviane he had seen would one day overshadow Voldemorte, that she had the making of a great witch inside her, a powerful but compassionate witch.
Viviane watched Severus for a few moments then looked back at Albus and Minerva. "I realize there is risk in my plan, but I will not wait until he has destroyed my whole family! You must see I cannot sit idly by and watch him kill Harry as he did my dear brother James. Who is to say he will not come after my OWN sons once he has
murdered my nephew?"
The countenance of Albus Dumbedore's face was grave. "There is truth in what you say Viviane, but who knows where the Eye is? It is but legend. Perhaps if we could find it first..."
"I know where it is already," Viviane said softly.
Severus turned from the window then and looked at her, "You have it!"
"I do. So you see, I am ready to take the next step. My mother, her brothers and sisters, my cousins will arrive here shortly. We intend to carry out my plan when luna is at her zenith."
Hogwart's seemed a very different place to Viviane. She smiled, remembering the time she spent here within it's walls with fondness. Of course, James was in Gryffindor, and she'd been in Ravenclaw. Also, James was five years ahead of her. He'd been a fifth year student when she arrived for her first year.
She stood looking out the window in the Headmaster's room. She turned around as the door opened. Professor Dumbledore, MacGonaghil, and Snape walked into the room.
"I am sorry to have to disturb you, but I thought this was important." she stepped down and walked over to them. "I have decided to do something about Voldemorte, once and for all, for him there will be no coming back."
"How can you do this?" MacGonaghil asked.
She looked over at Severus Snape, "Severus knows...don't you?"
He frowned, "I believe she is thinking of using the Eye of Merlin."
Albus Dumbledore shook his head, "It isn't possible."
She turned to Professor Dumbledore, "I'm sorry, Albus, but it is possible."
"The Eye of Merlin, if I remember," Severus began, "Can only be used by a
descendant of Merlin. It is true that he is known to have had a daughter, Ninue, but little is known after that."
"I do know. I AM a descendant of Merlin.." she watched their reactions. Severus just frowned. "Severus, always so dark, do not worry so!"
"What you plan to do," he started, "Is very dangerous. Only Merlin himself had the power and skill to control the Eye. You are a powerful witch and it is true you have gained much knowledge over the past thirteen years, but I believe it is beyond even you, Viviane."
"Oh, Severus, my dear worrier," she said as she laid a hand upon his arm, "do not trouble your mind."
He looked at her hand on his arm, then looked into her eyes. For a brief moment he saw what she planned on doing and he shook his head, disbelief in his eyes. "It's a good thing you are on OUR side now..."
Professor MacGonaghil looked over at them, "What did you see Severus?"
"She is planning to call others of her family, she is a true descendant of Merlin, from mother to daughter for centuries, the knowledge has been passed down. There are many of them as equally powerful as she, twelve, it will take twelve to control the Eye. She intends to send Voldemorte through the Ninth Gate."
This brought a gasp from Professor MacGonaghil, "Using the Eye of Merlin is dangerous enough, but if your power and skill is insufficient, you and any with you may also be banished with Voldemorte to the Ninth Gate. Have you ever thought of that?"
Viviane nodded, "I do know that, it is why I have decided to not involve the children. It will be made up only of the most powerful adults in my family. Harry is now living with my family, so that even if anything SHOULD go wrong, I am assured he will be well cared for. At least, there will be no more Voldemorte to threaten anyone. As for the Deatheaters, whoever they may be," she looked at Severus, "they shall repent of their evil ways or find themselves with Voldemorte in the Ninth Gate."
Severus turned away at those words. He walked slowly over to the window and stood for long moments looking out of it. Another choice he had to make. He knew, he'd seen it in her eyes that she KNEW who the Deatheaters were. He'd been one, once, even he'd had thoughts of...Viviane had given him a warning as well. He wasn't so foolish as to come against Viviane, he'd seen the power she would one day wield years ago while she was still here at Hogwart's. Sixteen year old Viviane he had seen would one day overshadow Voldemorte, that she had the making of a great witch inside her, a powerful but compassionate witch.
Viviane watched Severus for a few moments then looked back at Albus and Minerva. "I realize there is risk in my plan, but I will not wait until he has destroyed my whole family! You must see I cannot sit idly by and watch him kill Harry as he did my dear brother James. Who is to say he will not come after my OWN sons once he has murdered my nephew?"
The countenance of Albus Dumbedore's face was grave. "There is truth in what you say Viviane, but who knows where the Eye is? It is but legend. Perhaps if we could find it first..."
"I know where it is already," Viviane said softly.
Severus turned from the window then and looked at her, "You have it!"
"I do. So you see, I am ready to take the next step. My mother, her brothers and sisters, my cousins will arrive here shortly. We intend to carry out my plan when luna is at her zenith."
"That is tomorrow night!" Professor MacGonghill exclaimed, "We've no time!"
"The Ministry," Severus began slowly, "Will not like what you are planning, Viviane."
"I know that, and I am dealing with it..."
At that moment the Head of the Ministry of Magic burst into the room.
"Viviane! You cannot carry out this plan!"
"I can, and I will Minister, you cannot stop me. The Ministry itself is polluted with the followers of Voldemorte. If you were not so blinded by lies, you would have seen long before now who they are and WHERE they are!"
The Minister fell silent.
"Look, we have known for years that A descendant of Salazar Slytherin would appear. However, the mistake is thinking that Tom Riddle is the ONLY
descendant of the House of Slytherin, he is not. I know, " she looked over at Severus briefly who quickly turned away, "who they are. Half-blood princes will not do. I am my family are from pure wizarding stock, if anyone remembers the old prophecy of Malphrus of whom the Malphrus family got its name, then..."
"You are I am sure speaking of the Regus prophecy," Severus began.
"Yes, yes, I remember that one, predicting that one day the four houses would be combined in one person."
"That gentlemen, would be my daughter, Letitia," Viviane told them.
This caused the others to stare at her.
"You are descended from Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, that's true...but your husband, Aashton Malphrus who has no such blood in him."
"Actually he does. If you go back far enough you will find that he too shares the blood of Slytherin. However, Aashton is not Laetitia's father..." it was time to tell the truth, Lucius would kill her for revealing this but...
"Then who is?" Professor MacGonghill asked.
Severus closed his eyes and slowly shook his head. "Viviane," he opened his eyes to look at her, "You couldn't have..."
"I'm afraid I've let you down, Severus, because I was infatuated and so very much in love. I was 19 and I didn't use my head, I didn't see what would happen, I don't think he did either. Despite the precautions...still.., but at the time, we had loved each other, and so she was born a child of love."
Albus Dumbledore turned away, thoughtfully. The Minister and Professor MacGonghil seemed lost.
"I have searched the records very carefully going back over a thousand years... Lucius Malfoy has the blood of Slytherin flowing through him. Lucius is also Laetitia's father."
Severus had a pained looked in eyes, Viviane smiled sadly. Strange that after all these years he should still fancy her.
"Where does the blood of Hufflepuff come in?" asked the Minister.
"Look over the genealogies carefully, you find that in the 14th century Matthew Putnam took a wife, Mariah Heckel. Mariah Heckel if you check the genealogies carefuly was the great-grand-daughter of Gregory Limmis, he in turn was the great-great-great-great-great grandson of Francis Cawfield who