I
Lucius looked furious, as he pushed through Harry, Dobby and I following.
I sat in a chair, in front of Dumbledore's desk and I glared at Dobby, who was standing by Harry Potter.
"Dobby! Over here!" I hissed.
He shakily came and stood by my chair as I smoothed out my skirt.
"So you're back!" Lucius sneered. "The governors suspended you, but you still saw fit to return to Hogwarts."
"Well, you see Lucius," Dumbledore said, smiling in a superior way. "The other eleven governors contacted me today. They'd heard that Arthur Weasley's daughter had been killed and wanted me back here at once. They seemed to think I was the best man for the job after all. The strangest stories they told me, too… several of them seemed to think you would curse their families if they didn't agree to suspend me in the first place."
"How dare you!" I hissed, standing up.
"Have you stopped that attacks yet?" Lucius sneered. "Have you caught the culprit?"
"We have," Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling.
"Well?" I said sharply. "Who is it?"
Dumbledore looked me right in the eye and said "Same person as last time, Emily. But this time Lord Voldemort was acting through somebody else. Through means of this diary." He held of tom's diary, but it was destroyed.
"Where did you get that? And what happened to it?!" I acted, trying to act heartbroken and upset, though it wasn't that hard. That stupid little girl ruined Tom's diary, the important thing was, with what?
"I see…" Lucius said slowly.
"A clever plan," Dumbledore said in an even voice. "Because if Harry here hadn't found the diary and saved poor Miss Weasley, she would have taken all the blame; though it was a bit extreme to stab the book with a basilisk fang."
My world seemed to crash around me. I wanted to kill Dumbledore and the potter brat; he'd destroyed on of Tom's Horcruxes. Lucius eyes widened as well.
"How fortunate" Lucius grinded out.
"Don't you want to know how Ginny got a hold of the diary Mrs. Riddle?" harry asked me, looking me straight in the eyes.
I glared at the little boy and sneered "Why should I care how that stupid little girl got a hold of it?"
"Because you gave it to her," Harry said calmly. "In Flourish and Blotts. You slipped in in her cauldron when Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy were fighting. I thought I saw he slip something in there but I thought it'd been a trick of my eye."
I clenched and clenched my hands, which I noticed where paler than usual. "Why don't you prove it, little boy?" I hissed.
"Oh, no one will be able to do that, said Dumbledore, smiling at harry. "Not now that Riddle has vanished from the book. On the other hand, I would advise you, Emily, not to go giving out Voldemorts school things. If any more of them find their way into innocent hands again, I am sure Mr. Weasley could have them traced to you…"
"I will not stand here and take this from my old teacher and a stupid little boy. How dare you, why would I just give out my dead husbands things that are so dear to me, just to have them destroyed by lucky little boys." I hissed.
"We're leaving! Dobby come!" I said shrilly, and Lucius and I walked away from them.
"My lady…" Lucius started.
"I will deal with you later" I threatened.
I turned around at the top of the stairs to see the Potter brat running towards us. He skidded to a stop by us, out of breathe.
"Mrs. Riddle!" He shoved the diary into my hand and shoved a dirty sock into Lucius's hand. He threw it aside with a murderous look on his face.
"You'll meet the same sticky end as your parents one of these days, harry Potter," Lucius said softly. "They were meddlesome fools too."
We turned to go when I noticed Dobby was not following us.
"Dobby come." I said sternly. "I said come!"
But Dobby didn't move but he was holding the Potter boys disgusting sock.
"Master has given a sock," the elf said in wonder. "Master gave it to Dobby!"
"What's that?" Lucius spat. "What did you say?"
"Got a sock" the elf said in disbelief. "Master threw it, and Dobby caught it, and Dobby is – Dobby is free!"
My eyes widened as I understood what had happened. Lucius stood frozen until he lunged at Harry.
"You lost me my servant!" But Dobby shouted, "You shall not harm Harry potter!" he snapped his fingers and Lucius was thrown down the stairs.
I screamed and looked at the tiny elf.
"How dare you do that to your master!" I shrieked.
"Dobby has no master!" he said fiercely. "You shall both leave! You shall not touch Harry Potter, you shall go now!" We had no choice. I scurried down the stairs and Lucius and I hurried out of the castle and apperated back to the manor.
"I cannot believe how stupid you are Lucius" I said calmly, as he poured me some elf wine. "I told you it was a bad idea for me to give that diary to that little bitch!"
"Why are you so calm?" Lucius asked me. I looked at him properly for the first time and saw he was very twitchy.
"He's still going to return you know, he will." I vowed, because I knew it was true, even if no one else did.
"I don't understand how a 12 year old boy could destroy a Horcrux though! Maybe he isn't just lucky? What would happen when the dark lord returned? Will that potter brat beat him again?" I asked to myself, ignoring Lucius completely now.
I got up, smashed my glass against the wall before taking a deep breath and wishing Lucius a goodnight.
Lucius decided to stay home from picking up Draco and Narcissa tried to refuse but I agreed with Lucius.
"He has damage control to do Cissy. Besides he shouldn't spoil Draco too much you know!" I said, dragging her out of the door.
"I know he has work to do but still, why can't he make time to come with us and get his son?"
"Cissy you baby Draco too much, you want him to grow into a man right?" I asked, with my eyebrows raised.
"Of course!" she exclaimed shocked.
"Well my parents treated me just how you should be treating Draco and look how I turned out. I am a strong, independent woman. I'm very powerful and intelligent. Their neglect just made me want to work harder to impress them, and the harder I worked the more powerful and intelligent I became." I said proudly.
"Weren't you upset with your parents though?" she asked, clearly upset herself.
"Oh I hate my parents, but I know they don't mind. My father once said something very powerful to me after I got out of Hogwarts. I went home, told my parents they were cruel and neglectful and that I was going to live with the love of my life and never coming back. He said 'The fact that you hate us means we raised you right.'"
"I don't want Draco to hate me!" Narcissa said, her lip quivering.
I shrugged and said "Tom never wanted a baby, so I never had to go through this. I had enough death eaters to control, I felt like a child would only add to Tom's and my stress."
"But don't you want baby?" she asked, her eyes wide.
I looked out across the grounds and said "I can't have children anymore." That was true another side effect of being a Horcrux, my body couldn't change. I was like a sparkly vampire without the sparkling… or the drinking blood.
I sighed and we apperated to Kings cross.
"Aunt Emily, Mother" Draco said, pansy giving him Doe eyes.
"Hello Mrs. Malfoy, Mrs. Riddle" Pansy said, giving a slight bow.
"Pansy, dear, how's your mother?" I asked, making pleasant conversation.
"Oh fin. I'll write you Draco, my mother's waiting for me" she waved to him before walking away.
"How was your year Draco?" I asked.
"Could have been better, Mudblood Granger could have died" Narcissa stared grimly at him while a smiled at him.
"Oh Draco, don't worry one day she will, who knows maybe you'll be the one to do it!" I cackled. He seemed interested in the idea and Narcissa sent me a warning look, that I ignored of course.
"Is dad in his study?" asked Draco.
"Yes dear, he's working." Narcissa said sternly.
Draco grumbled a bit and said "Well exams were cancelled so he can't complain about that mudblood doing better than me."
"Yes dear well, do you think she would have?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
He shrugged and looked away. I tsked him before pouring him and myself some tea.
"Now Draco tell me about the year, how was the Potter brat this year?" I asked him, blowing on my tea.
Draco told me about how it was thought Potter was the heir of sytherin, which was of course a huge joke. That potter brat was not half the wizard Tom was when he was in his first year!
"Saint Potter of course didn't get in any trouble! And he and that blood traitor broke at least 20 school rules. But Dumbledore refuses to see the bad in his precious Potter." Draco sneered.
"He's a Parselmouth too" Draco muttered, looking jealous. That made me stop.
"He's…a Parselmouth?" I asked, shocked.
"I guess he talked to a snake that I conjured during our duel, I had hoped it would send him to the hospital wing but instead he turned out to be a Parselmouth!" Draco complained. I put a strained smile on my face, trying not to appear worried.
"Well it sounds like the year didn't go too horribly. Why don't you go rest before diner? I have to go speak to your father."
"Potter's a Parselmouth!" I hissed, barging into Lucius's office.
"He's a Parselmouth? Impossible! He's not of sytherin decent." Lucius said.
"Draco said he spoke to a snake, that he conjured up during their duel." I explained.
Lucius raised an eyebrow and said "Draco can conjured a snake? Maybe the boy isn't completely hopeless."
My nostrils flared, "Draco has so much potential Lucius, and you should start teaching him. One day he will be of great use for the Dark Lord."
"Do you really think he's meant for that?" Lucius asked, obviously hesitant.
I narrowed my yes and hissed "Lucius if I had a son or daughter I would gladly give them up to Tom, of course they'd be his but even if I was just a normal death eater, I would be happy to!"
Lucius waved his hand at me and I hissed "Fine Lucius, but only you can train him. And if you don't start now, he might not be ready when the time comes!" I left his office, with a swish of my robes.
Soon summer was over and Narcissa and I headed to the train station with Draco to see him off. "Be good darling" Narcissa said, straightening his robes and trying to fix his hair.
"Mother! Don't coddle me!" he snapped, messing up his hair again. He has stopped combing it back, instead letting it fall naturally.
"Narcissa, let the boy be. He doesn't want his friends to see you coddling him" I said.
"But –" she tried to argue but I put a hand on her shoulder and sent her a knowing look.
"Oh Miss Wilson, You look as young and lovely as always." I turned to see Senor Nott standing in front of me; I scowled for a second at the old pervert before giving him a beaming smile.
"Always a pleasure to see you Nott; how's Theodore? It was a pleasure having him over this summer. He and Draco get along so well." I said, forcing a small laugh.
"Dear Emily, you sound as if you own the manor" he said, raising his eyebrows.
I waved my hand at him and said "Oh no, no. I simply help Narcissa keep it up."
"Well that sure is sweet, but wouldn't you like to have a manor of your own? And a man of your own?" he asked, his voice husky.
I stared at him coldly and asked, "Where are you going with this Nott?"
"Oh Emily, why did you never marry again, after the, er, incident." He asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
I did not smile at him; I glared at him coldly and openly. "I've been married Nott, I'm widowed. And I'm sure my husband would not approve of the way you are behaving now. I believe in marrying once and being faithful to that person forever, no matter what happens."
"Pity, do ring me up though if you ever get lonely" he said, smirking as he walked away.
"The nerve!" Narcissa huffed out.
"Don't worry, he'll be the first to go when Tom returns" I said bitterly.