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A/N: Sable here, sorry for the long wait, but we all have lives to attend to. However, that doesn't mean Black Bunny Factory gives up on their stories, no sirs and misses, we don't! So here is chapter 2, hooray! And chapter 3 will come-- hopefully-- shortly after this chapter. I hope you enjoy this, prewarning though, there is a time skip; however, it is not a major major time skip, just Lelouch is 8 now- will in a little bit (you have to scroll some ways down). So please enjoy!
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Bitter Sweet Candy
Chapter 2: Questioning the Circumstance
Summary: The Dark Lord does not kill Harry, but choses to have him raised by a Death Eater. The Light is in for a rude awakening. But yet maybe the child can still be saved from Darkness, he is after all a Light wizard by origin, and can one really stop Fate? Or is this what Fate intended? LV/HP Dark Harry. Powerful Harry.
Severus was gingerly perched in his chair, although his expression remained stoic as ever; he was in a rather tight situation at the moment. There in front of him sat the well renowned Hogwarts Headmaster, Albus Percival Wolferic Brian Dumbledore. And yes, it was necessary to go the whole nine yards with the Headmaster's name.
Shifting in his position once more, the Headmaster sighed again while rubbing his temples. Severus on the other hand calmly sipped his tea, he may be quite frightened (internally, mind you), but he still held is dignity even if he when his life could possibly end soon.
"Are you positive you saw his body, Severus?" asked the Headmaster for the umpteenth time that day. Only what had been a few hours ago did Severus debrief what Voldemort had strictly ordered him to say to the aging Headmaster.
"I assure you, Professor; Harry Potter is indeed dead. A relic of the past, if you would wish to put it that way." said Severus while observing the once twinkling blue eyes of the Headmaster. It was not long ago that Severus had chosen to aid the Light, though he had to convince the Dark Lord to allow him as a supposed 'spy', ever since he had heard Sybil's prophecy he feared for Lily's life. Mind you he wasn't some fluffy, lovesick sap. It was just that…well the woman was kind to him in their adolescent years, and he… Well he just felt compelled to help her and her family; Severus was certain with himself that he was in no way in love with Lily Evans.
"This is beyond horrific, Severus. Not only losing two magnificent Aurors as well, but a family has been lost to the hands of the Devil… I did my best to keep them hidden, and only the Order members knew of the Potters whereabouts; they had even taken the Vow." Most of what Dumbledore said was mainly muttered to himself. He was in deep thought, trying to reevaluate what went wrong. Why had his plan failed in keeping the Potters safe, keeping Harry safe- the key that would have ended this war.
"May I ask, Headmaster, why was it so important to save the Potter child? If I clearly recall, another boy was born on the same day as the Potters' son." said Severus. Dumbledore frowned deeply before looking at Severus.
"Yes, Neville Longbottom, he was born at the end of the seventh month."
"Then why was he not targeted, I mean what if Longbottom was the true Savior?"
Then, as if struck by lightning, Dumbledore's sparkle returned to his eyes. As the Headmaster mulled over this, Severus could tell everything was going in motion, just like the Dark Lord had predicted. The Potions Master was relating all the things the Dark Lord had told him to. He was giving Dumbledore the exact information, at the right moments, and what surprised Severus was the Dumbledore was falling for it. But Severus was not about to affirm his choice of side yet, he still wanted revenge for Lily's death, but he now was also doubting Dumbledore's ability. However, Severus knew that even if Dumbledore was reacting the way the Dark Lord had intended, the old man had some lucky card up his sleeve; ready to use when necessary.
"Yes, you may be right Severus. We cannot let the people down, and I have just the thing." said Dumbledore, a mournful smile gracing his wrinkled features. Severus cocked a brow at that.
"And may I presume what this thing is?" said Severus while scrutinizing the Headmaster's face. But Albus just nodded to him.
"No need, no need. Just be sure to pick up your Daily Prophet tomorrow, I will see you at the Potters' funeral tonight.I will see again sometime later, don't expect it to be soon. For now you are of free reign, good day now."
Severus would have dropped his jaw if he did not know that it would be the undignified thing to do. However, he gave his thanks and quickly took his leave. Something was not right. Severus always knew that Dumbledore and Voldemort saw this war between them as more a chess game. Dumbledore was the proclaimed 'White King' and Voldemort the deadly 'Black King', and the unfortunate thing was that this was reality, and so many lives would be lost.
Severus walked out of the room and into the small corridor of the Burrow. He mentally rolled his eyes when he saw that Arthur Weasley was waiting for him outside the door. Even though Dumbledore had told the Order members he was on their side, they still were wary around Severus; he was after all a former Death Eater- supposedly.
"Well?" Arthur asked expectantly as he led Severus down the hallway, toward the stairs. Severus didn't answer at first, he was glancing at all the pictures of Arthur's family. The Light wizard had many pictures of them adorn on his walls; Severus could feel something coil in his stomach. The Potions Master admitted that he envied the man; Arthur had six healthy boys, and was expecting another child. The wizard was living a peaceful life, and had a bright future ahead.
"The Potter boy is dead, if you must insist on knowing. Voldemort had brought him to show to his Death Eaters, and then decided to hang the body as an ornament on his Christmas tree." said Severus dryly while smirking when he saw that Arthur's shoulders tense.
"I don't believe it… That is beyond cruelty, that's evilness!" Arthur shook his head rapidly, reminding Severus of a shaggy dog. "It can't be that hard, this is the Dark Lord we are talking about after all." said Severus before passing Arthur and heading down the stairs.
Once Severus's feet touch the landing, he turned to look back up at Arthur.
"I suggest you keep a better eye on your family, Weasley— if you want to keep up this happy façade that is… Good day to you."
Hastily, Severus quick-walked out the Burrow and then apparated himself home. There were many things that were running through Severus's head. So to help himself, when he got home he made a cup of Bengali Tea. While settling down in his rickety old chair, Severus surveyed his old, shackle bolt of a house. His kitchen was quite small, consisting of one wrought iron stove that was heated manually, a counter next to it along with a reasonably sized fridge. These kitchen appliances were lined against the wall on Severus left. On his right were randomly sized shelves, they held various spices and old champagne bottles.
The entire room gave off a dusty and lonely appeal. It was not filthy, far from it, but it was dark and damp. Cold and isolated, his kitchen would make anyone claustrophobic. And to make matters even more irksome was the dingy, wet earth smell that clung to the air like a leech. It was the smell Severus had to breathe everyday of his life.
Severus sipped lightly on his tea, taking time to inhale the relaxing cinnamon scent. He then tangled himself deep within his thoughts; perplexed as to what was going to happen now. The first confusing thing was that Harry was alive, and now was acting the role as Lelouch Lestrange. It was even more befuddling that the Dark Lord had spared the boy's life. Secondly, why was Lily's child chosen out of Neville and him to be the Dark Lord's equal? The Dark Lord could have gone and killed the Longbottom child, but then we come to the point where Longbottom was a pureblood and Harry wasn't. So it made a little since that Voldemort wouldn't want to harm a pureblood and pick a half-blood instead.
However, the prophecy foretold of a child born when the seventh month dies; he would be marked as the Dark Lord's equal; neither can live while the other survives. And as one can view that Longbottom was a pureblood, therefore he would have exceptionally more powerful magic than a half-breed, and his family had no muggle intervention in the blood line. So logically putting it, Neville Longbottom would have been the wiser choice to kill.
Har—Lelouch was after all a half-breed; his blood and magic was diluted by muggle interference, even though his father came from a powerful, Light pureblood family. So technically speaking, Lelouch was nothing compared to Longbottom. Yet there was a valuable piece of information missing from this; furthermore, the blood adoption Lelouch went through would change him—probably even make him more powerful.
But what if the Dark Lord had fallen for the prophecy instead of stopping it? What if at this very moment, the Dark Lord was creating his equal, his prophesied enemy?
Severus sighed exasperatedly before rubbing his temples (so much for the stress relieving tea). He couldn't assume that Lelouch was the Dark Lord's enemy though because the same thing can be applied to Longbottom; Voldemort did, after all, put the pureblood in negligence. However, what if this was what the prophecy actually spoke of, what if this was the way it was supposed to happen? Fate was a deadly thing to mess with—especially challenge, and it appeared that both Dumbledore and Voldemort had forgotten that—fools…
Time Skip – Eight Years
Reader, do you see it, a house of solemn darkness, yet breathtakingly beautiful. If we were to walk on this setting we would face towards a three story manor, dark in its beauty; the gray stoned walls, black shutters along its many windows, and the tall marble pillars that stood stiffly near the large maple oak doors. But inside the house was even more intriguing. Guiding along the hallways of navy blue walls and dark wooden picture frames aligning on them, we come to a room. This room inside is brighter than most. Walls splashed in beige, and silvery white curtains fluttered restlessly near the long windows.
The room had a peppermint smell, and a warmish feeling. But that would be expected, this was after all the room of Lelouch Lestrange. He was to have everything immaculately elegant, and perfect. A large bed was fit snugly in the right hand corner of the room, near the window, and a white Persian rug was laid out on a black marble floor. Two dark red, maple Chester drawers were lined on the left side of the room. Large double door leads to a bathroom across from Lelouch's bed, and a smaller door on the left of the bathroom lead to a closet.
This was what the room mainly consisted of, aside from a few stranded clothes on the floor. However, are eyes were not meant to wander the curiosities of the bland room, instead they were meant to look at the small figure sleeping peacefully in his bed.
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"Young Master Lestrange, sirs. It is times to wake ups, sirs." said a squeaky voice. I am assured that you, reader, must know a voice like that could only belong to a house elf.
A small groan of protested erupted from the bundled up child. However, after a few more minutes of delegation (on the child's part, mind you), he arose from the bed; low and behold, a beautiful sight he was—very easy on the eyes.
Tousled black hair covered the head of a pale faced, green eyed child. His round cheeks were embellished at the moment with a tinge pink, as if the child had realized what he had seen moments before in his mind's eye was only a dream.
"Goods to know Master is awakes and well." said the house elf, his big saucer-like blue eyes looked lively at the child. The green eyed beauty mumbled thanks before the elf 'popped' right back out of existence. The boy began the daily process of anyone who has woken up; stretching and rubbing the sleep out of their eyes.
It was in the middle of that important human process that the young child realized he was being observed. Startled, he looked up to meet stunning rubies, such a clash they were to his bright green eyes; yet hypnotic they were, seductive.
"Lelouch, you do know what time it is?" whispered a silky voice. Lelouch's pink cheeks reddened, he knew very well that it was past 9:00 in the morning and he had overslept.
"I apologize, my Lord, I did not intend to oversleep… But I did not know either, that you would be here." said Lelouch. He was always careful with his words around the Dark Lord; he had learned to do that when he saw how easily the Death Eaters were tortured for slipping in their manners. However, the boy still sought to be treated fairly, and as a civilized human being. Not like the squabbling, drooling servants he saw every now then at the Manor.
The Dark Lord chuckled darkly before sitting himself onto the boy's bed. Lelouch had to blink twice to register the fact that Voldemort had crossed the long distance from his door to his bed in a matter of second; a task that would have taken Lelouch minutes to accomplish—he cursed his small legs.
Voldemort's cold hand carefully caressed Lelouch's cheek, and the young boy blushed. Even though this was not an unusual thing, he still felt embarrassed when the Dark Lord did it. "I suppose I could forgive you, but how will you make it up to me?" asked Voldemort while his red eyes bore into Lelouch's bright emeralds.
Lelouch frowned, and pursed his lips. He was in deep thought as to what he could do, and then the idea hit him instantly.
"I finished the ten thousand word essay you asked me to do, and I also went ahead and learned a couple more curses you have yet to teach me. And if you want…I could spend the whole day with you?" said Lelouch rather shyly. The Dark Lord's lip twitched, before he smirked.
"I believe I have a better idea. I have spoken to your parents, and sense it is such a troublesome thing to come from my Manor to yours, you are to move to my Manor this summer." said Voldemort much to Lelouch's surprise.
"Really my Lord?!" said Lelouch excitedly while jumping off his bed to face the dark wizard. Lelouch's features had brightened incredibly and he was glowing with joy. Voldemort had taken in every note of Lelouch's reaction. The Dark Lord knew his bond with the boy was increasing; ever since Rodulphus had come and spoken to him about Lelouch's strange—urges you could say—to be near him.
"Yes, really…" said Voldemort while glancing out the window.
Lelouch had never heard better news in his life, he loved being near the Dark Lord. Hell, he loved everything there was about the Dark Lord. His face, hands, voice, smell—everything; however, Lelouch began to calm down, he didn't need Voldemort to find him a nuisance by being overly hyperactive.
"I pleased to hear that my Lord. I shall be honored to stay with you." said Lelouch relaxing back into his usual demeanor that he normally took up around Voldemort, the red hue gone from his pale cheeks.
Voldemort's gaze wandered back to Lelouch before he stood up. "As much as I am tempted by your offer, I must take leave—you made me wait too long. But I do want your essay, and keep up with your studies. We will not see one another for some time. I have some business to attend to that requires my presence outside of Britain."
Lelouch's eyes widened for a fraction of a second, which the Dark Lord caught, before his expression became stoic. "I understand my Lord." Said Lelouch, his tone not holding the confidence it once had.
Lelouch was not pleased with this at all, he wanted to his Lord to stay. In fact, he would have loved for his Lord to take him with him, but that could not happen. Besides, Lelouch was no special child; he was a Death Eater's child. Born to serve under the Lord, not partner next to Voldemort; that position belonged to someone of great power, and importance.
The silence between Lelouch and Voldemort grew to an uncomfortable state. But Lelouch could not hold it in much longer, he had to know.
"How long will you be gone—if you don't mind me asking my Lord."
Voldemort pursed his lips for a moment, "at least 3 months, I will be back though, most certainly before the summer you move in."
"Oh"
And then a small smirk traced the Dark Lord's handsome features.
"Will you miss me, Lulu?" asked Voldemort silkily, making Lelouch's face blossom with roses. The Dark Lord normally never used his nickname, and when he did it was always in a strange, yet alluring manner. Lelouch shifted from foot to foot while his gaze drooped down to his feet.
"Look at me when I talk to you, Lelouch." hissed Voldemort.
Lelouch quickly snapped his head up and blushed even further. "Of course my Lord… I will miss you, I can't lie about that." Voldemort looked intently at the young boy, and then walked gracefully to double doors. Then he abruptly stopped.
"Lulu, the essay you promised me?" hummed Voldemort silkily causing Lelouch to jump in his spot and move off towards his dresser. Lelouch then proceeded to pull the bottom drawer out and rummage through it. He then pulled out an off white, rolled up parchments which were tied by a red ribbon.
"Here you are my Lord. My ten thousand word essay and I put in a detailed illustration of the summoning ritual." said Lelouch rather smugly while handing his rolled up parchments to Voldemort. The Dark Lord took it lightly and untied the ribbon on the parchment. He then un-scrolled the parchments and examines them.
"Detailed and eloquent as ever, but that is just one of the many things I will look for. However, time is short, and I must be off. Keep with your studies while I am gone, do not think because I will not be here that I won't keep a daily report on you, am I clear?"
"Cristal, my lord." said Lelouch while inwardly giggling, for the Dark Lord's eye twitched in irritation. Lelouch had found out a while ago that Voldemort was no more found of muggle idioms, as he was fond of flowers.
"Good, now I will see you in three months, behave…so good day Lulu." And with that the Dark Lord walked swiftly out of the room.
Lelouch stood for some time staring at the spot that Voldemort once stood in. He couldn't help but dread the thought of not seeing the Dark Lord for three months. It was like some kind of nightmare he couldn't get out of, or maybe he was just overacting it a bit. Voldemort was someone out of his league, an enigma of sorts, so complex that you just get headache thinking about thinking of him.
"Well, I suppose I should get dress, I wonder what time it is…" Lelouch's eyes wondered around the room before landing on the elf that had 'popped' silently back into his room. "Mori, what time is it?" asked Lelouch.
"Its abouts ten o'clocks, sirs." said Mori. Lelouch gasped out loudly before a scowl marred his features. "Merlin, I am supposed to leave for Malfoy manor at ten-thirty, drat!" Lelouch paced around his room gathering strewn clothing and then rushed into the bathroom.
After some odd minutes he emerged refreshed and awake. "Your father be waiting you, sirs." said Mori while handing Lelouch a dark purple cloak which had the Lestrange crest adorn on the right breast pocket. He then draped it over his shoulders, covering his brown breeches and dark green blouse.
"Well then, I'm off Mori, see you later." With that the young boy made a mad dash to his door before scurrying off down the hallway.
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"It appears that sleeping beauty has finally decided to grace us with his presence." Rebastan said mockingly as Lelouch entered his father's study room. "It's good to see you too Uncle." said Lelouch. Rebastan only glowered at him before returning to his leather bound, maroon colored book.
Ever since Lelouch could remember, his Uncle had never liked him. He did not understand it either, he was his nephew, and they were family, so why did Rebastan act so coldly to him?
Lelouch decided to shrug the thought off and walked further into the room. The study was a magnificent place, it had a cathedral ceiling, and the walls were a solemn gray. Book shelves were pressed against the walls, connecting together, the only breaks between the bookcases would be from the windows. The floor was dark hardwood, and the plush couches that were at random places in the middle of the room, completed the study's look with its dark green color.
Lelouch 'plopped' himself onto one of the couches that was farther away from his Uncle than the rest, and then waited patiently for his father—which did not take long as it was Lelouch that was late.
"Lulu…" Rodulphus murmured softly, he always addressed Lelouch in a soft voice. Never harsh, never lenient, but stern and yet relaxing. "It is almost time for us to leave, yet you have not eaten; however, we both know that is your fault entirely for waking late."
Lelouch huffed lightly before crossing his arms. "I know, but I am not hungry. Anyways, I could get something at the Malfoy Manor when we arrive." Rodulphus only quirked an eyebrow, "it's rude don't you think, not to eat at home and then intrude on someone else… Have I not taught you better manners?"
"Whatever." Lelouch muttered lightly under his breath, earning a snort from Rebastan's part. He glared menacingly at his Uncle; oh, how he would love to try out one of those nasty curses the Dark Lord had been teaching him.
"Lulu…" said Rodulphus dangerously before sighing irritably. Rodulphus decided to just leave it be, and walked towards the long white table that was at the center of the room. It was made of marble white stone, and was cold as ice. Rodulphus place a strange object onto the table which resembled—what Lelouch thought to be—a music box.
"Lulu, hold my hand…. Rebastan we don't have all day, so can we hurry it up?" Rodulphus held his hand fixedly over the music box, while Rebastan deliberately got up slowly and took his time to get to them. "Any day now, brother!" snapped Rodulphus.
Rebastan just glared half-heartedly at his older brother before standing beside him, and then placing his hand on the object.
Lelouch smirked slightly as he watched the scowl appear on his Uncle's face. But of course, his smirk changed to a grimace as his father activated the port key. Lelouch was a hundred percent sure that he would never get the hang of port key traveling, especially when it came to apparating. It felt like his whole body was being sucked into a tiny hole and the spit right back out in random pieces. However, as soon as the feeling came, it left.
Lelouch frowned as his feet land on smooth marble floor. He looked about himself recognizing the lighter colors of the Malfoy house. Pale blues, greens, and browns were what brought the house to life. Surprisingly, the Malfoy's were not fond of dark colors—Narcissa says they're too depressing, especially when children are around.
"Rodulphus, Rebastan…and young Lelouch, it is good to see all of you again." said the aristocratic voice of a platinum haired man. His grayish eyes scanned the guests that had magically appeared in his house. Lelouch perked up when he spotted the tall man, and ran to greet him.
"It's good to see you too, Uncle Lucius." Lelouch then proceeded to walk off down the hall. Lucius watched him with unblinking eyes before turning to look at Rodulphus. "You must really work on his mannerisms, Rodulphus."
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A platinum blonde haired boy sat luxuriously on his pillows which were spread about him on a creamy colored blanket. He was enjoying the cool breeze of the wind and the taste of the delicious fruit bowl which was cuddled in his lap. This boy was not alone either, he had another company with him; two in fact.
"Theo, why do you think the sky is blue?" asked the blonde aristocrat child. Said boy, Theo, shrugged his shoulders before lifting a hand to remove a strand of his brown hair from his face. "I suppose because the grass called being green." Theo mumbled while taking another bit of his apple slice.
"That was a stupid answer." said the blonde boy; he then turned to look at the dark-skinned boy on his right. "What about you Blaise?" The chocolate coated boy blinked softly, "the sky is blue because the gods are at peace." The blonde boy frowned, wrinkling his nose in the process. "Gah, none of you know the answer."
"The blue color of the sky is due to Rayleigh scattering. As light moves through the atmosphere, most of the longer wavelengths pass straight through. Little of the red, orange and yellow light is affected by the air.
However, much of the shorter wavelength light is absorbed by the gas molecules. The absorbed blue light is then radiated in different directions. It gets scattered all around the sky. Whichever direction you look, some of this scattered blue light reaches you. Since you see the blue light from everywhere overhead, the sky looks blue. "said a soft voice. The blonde boy smiled brightly before turning around to meet shimmering green eyes.
"Lulu, about time you got here! I bet you slept late again didn't you?" said the boy, Lelouch just smiled cheekily. He then proceeded to sit down with the boys.
"Yeah, I did, but I woke up a bit early. However, I got carried away in a conversation with the Dark Lord." Lelouch said while reaching for an appetizing pear. "Besides, I don't always sleep late, Draco."
Said blonde boy, Draco huffed in protest, "that's a flat out lie, Lulu, and you know it. You could sleep through a war and not even care to see what's going on." Lelouch looked appalled at Draco's accusation.
"I could not! I am not that deep of a sleeper…I think." said Lelouch while Theo rolled his eyes. "Nothing like another pointless argument between those two to begin the day—although, I have to admit Lulu, Draco's got a point." Blaise laughed lightly before grabbing for another grape.
"Yep, I bet a herd of elephants could stampede through Lulu's house and he wouldn't even register it." Lelouch's jaw dropped, "what, is this pick on me day, because I sure didn't see it on my calendar!"
Draco chuckled, "no, other than the fact you don't have a calendar. You don't even have a clock in your room—it's probably why he wakes up so late." Draco whispered the last part in Theo and Blaise's direction.
Lelouch pouted and turned his back to them. "If you guys are going to be like this, I might as well just leave." Theo's third apple slice fell from his mouth. "Oh, come one Lulu, we're just pulling you chain." Lelouch stilled sniffled while keeping his head in the opposite direction.
"Yeah, right…but its okay, I understand. It's just too bad you won't get to know about what the Dark Lord told me." Draco scrambled to his feet and turned Lelouch around. "What did he tell you?" he asked seriously. However, Lelouch just looked at him bemusedly before yawning. "I don't know I'm feeling rather sleepy right about now."
"Lulu! Don't be like that, come on we're sorry." said Draco. Theo resumed eating his apple, but was now staring fixedly at Lelouch. "Please, Lulu." Draco whined some more while getting on his knees.
Lelouch, of course, would have kept his act up longer, but he was rather eager as well to tell them his news. "Oh…alright, but can we stop teasing me about my sleeping habits?" Draco and Theo nodded their heads in unison while Blaise shrugged his shoulders.
The green eyed boy jumped with giddy excitement. Was now on his knees with the other little boys huddled close to him. "Well, the Dark Lord had come into my room today. And I knew something was weird about that, because he never comes to my room, and it wasn't his day for my lessons. So anyways, he came in and told me to wake up and stuff, but here is where the good stuff comes in."
The boys listened attentively as Lelouch related to them about his conversation with Voldemort. Many times, Lelouch had to pause for the 'ohs' and 'ahs' that the other boys made. Not that there was much to 'oh' and 'ah' about.
"I don't believe it! You're going to live with the Dark Lord, that's amazing." Draco said happily while flailing his arms in the air. Theo looked pensive as he pulled back to think on what Lelouch said.
"I don't get" Blaise said, startling the other boys. Lelouch titled his head in Blaise's direction. "What do you not get?" Draco looked expectantly at Blaise, while Theo scrunched up his face as he was now looking in the direction of the sun which shone behind Lelouch.
"I don't get why the Dark Lord is paying so much attention to you. It's not that I am jealous, or anything, I am not even a Death Eater's child. But you do realize, Lulu, the Dark Lord gives you special treatment."
Lelouch's eyes widened a bit, he never really thought that the Dark Lord treated him any differently from the other kids. Sure, he got special lessons from him, but that didn't mean anything did it?
"I don't understand?" Lelouch said while crossing his legs. "Neither do I." said Draco. Blaise shook his head, "look, forget I brought it up, anyways, we should celebrate." This easily grasped Draco's attention and he hopped up to his feet. "Yes, that's a brilliant idea. Let's celebrate, and I know just the thing, come on, follow me!" Draco began to run back towards the Manor with Theo in toe.
Lelouch and Blaise lingered behind. "Lulu, really, it's nothing, just another one of my queer observations, that's all." Blaise said while getting up and following the others. Lelouch however took his time in walking back to the Manor. He was a bit startled by what Blaise said, and now he couldn't get it out of his head. Why did the Dark Lord treat him special? Was there something special about him? Was he being prepare for some major role he would partake with the Dark Lord's plan? Or maybe it was the fact he could use light magic, which had shocked his friends, but never seemed to faze the adults. Whatever it was, Lelouch knew that something big was going to happen in a not so near future. But till then, he would worry about it later.
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