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Lucius and Spencer had spent most of the next few weeks conversing about anything they could they mostly talked about books he asked her about her school and her life before London. She found that she loved his witty remarks and he found that he loved her sense of wonder at the world before her. There were a few topics that neither of them wanted to talk about for Spencer it was her mother and for Lucius it was how he ended up in this house.

Spencer had found her life in this house quite comfortable everyday she'd open the closet to find clothes that fit her perfectly. She'd go down and eat breakfast with Lucius they'd go for a walk around the grounds he'd watch as she fed the birds, every now and again he'd join her in the task. She hadn't thought about her life outside of this in a long time.

As she sat in the library reading Lucius couldn't stop looking at her. He had come to find that underneath the smart ass California girl was a very intelligent, funny, young woman. She would laugh at his witty remarks and every time she smiled he felt something inside him. Spencer looked up from her book and out the window.

"What the hell," She said standing up and walked over to the big window.

"What?"

"It's snowing,"

"And,"

"I haven't seen it snow since I was like five." Lucius looked out the window there was already a foot on the ground. "This is beautiful, come on let's go outside." She said pulling him.

"I'll meet you out there let me get a coat, do you want one?"

"No thanks," She said flashing her radiant smile before running out of the room. He grabbed his cloak from a chair in his study before walking outside. He watched as she smiled before she fell on the ground. After a few moments she stood up and he walked over to her.

"You're beautiful you know that," He said before noticing that she was shaking. "You must be freezing." He said before taking off his coat and putting it around her shoulders.

"Yeh I'm used to sun and beaches."

"I can tell,"

"So what do you want to do tonight?" She said as he led her inside.

"How about we make s'mores,"

"What is a s'more?" He asked looking down at her shocked expression.

"It's the most delicious treat ever, we used to make them over campfires on the beach."

"What kind of a treat?" Lucius asked suspiciously.

"It's toasted marshmallow, and a piece of chocolate in between gram cracker halves." He gave her an odd look. "It's a muggle thing, but trust me it's amazing,"

Tabby walked into the sitting room to take Lucius' coat.

"Tabby go find some marshmallows gram crackers and bars of chocolate,"

"Yes master,"

Later that night they sat in the sitting room in front of the fire with some sticks.

"I can't believe you've never done this," She said as they roasted marshmallows.

"I was a very sheltered child, my father didn't want me to do anything muggle,"

"Well I have a lot to teach you then don't I," She said putting her almost burnt layer marshmallow onto the gram cracker before putting the marshmallow back into the fire before repeating the process.

"What are you doing?" He asked raising an eyebrow at her.

"Sorry it's my OCD thing I have to do this when I make s'mores," She said before putting the chocolate on and the top of the gram cracker. Spencer took a bite and smiled at him she didn't think things ever felt so...right. She taught Lucius how to put the marshmallow onto the gram cracker once his was fully made she looked at him as he took a bite.

"You know it's not half bad," He said after he swallowed before looking at her and letting out a small laugh.

"What?" She said slightly embarrassed. The blonde man looked at her as he brought his finger up to her nose and lightly wiped off a bit of stray marshmallow. They couldn't stop staring into each other's eyes. Unconsciously he leaned in and lightly brushed his lips with hers.

A fire ran up Spencer's spine as his lips met hers she'd never felt anything like this. His lips were soft yet firm. She sighed in pleasure as his hand brushed up her arm. He pulled away leaving them both feeling empty yet over whelmed.

"Um... I'm gonna go up and read," She said standing up and walking away. When she left the room the emptiness inside Lucius grew. The door opened and he heard footsteps coming near him.

"What are you doing?" He heard the voice of Narcissa asked.

"I have a guest and she wanted to toast marshmallows," He said coldly standing up and looking at her.

"And where is this guest?" She said a disgusted look coming over her face.

"In the library reading now what are you doing here?"

"I came to get a few of my things," Narcissa said before walking away from him.

Spencer walked around the library trying to comprehend what just happened when the door opened and a tall blonde woman in a green robe walked in and stared at her. She started walking around her.

"Can I help you?" Spencer said slightly annoyed.

"So you're the guest who's staying in my home?"

"Your house? I thought this was Lucius' place,"

"Oh how wrong you are," She said giving her a maniacal look. "I lived in this home for many years with my husband but then he changed so I left,"

"Changed?"

"He became a cruel man who did horrible things," Narcissa said she was baiting the woman.

"Huh?"

"Oh never mind it's nothing to concern you,"

"Hey you can't do that you can't tell me something then not tell me the rest of it, it pisses people off,"

"Well I can't say much," She said leaning into the younger woman. "But I do have some newspapers in the last bedroom in the east wing in the lowest drawer next to the bed that will explain things more... clearly about why Lucius is stuck in this house."

Spencer was speechless as she tried to memorize what she said. Narcissa left without another word and stepped down the stairs.

"Did you get what you needed?" Lucius asked.

"Oh yes in fact I got more than I expected," She smirked before apparating out of the house.

Spencer walked to where the woman said to go and grabbed the newspapers out of the drawer before quickly going into her bedroom and sitting on her bed.

Most of them were from some paper called The Daily Profit but she saw two that were from the local paper in her home town. She picked one up and looked at the picture of the girl in the front laying on the street. She looked like she was wearing black skinny jeans and a leather jacket with converse-esque heels on. Spencer had the exact outfit at home from a long time ago. She looked at the date it was from three years ago. There was another picture beside that one and it was of a girl lying in a hospital bed. She looked at the picture hard it was a picture of her.

She thought back to that night.

Spencer walked down the street with Lib and Jenna. They had just turned fifteen that year and snuck out to go to see their favorite band.

"Oh my god Jake will not stop trying to talk to me he's been calling and texting me all night."

"Oh fuck him all he wants to do is start a fight anyway," Spencer said. "Here give me your phone so then Monday you can tell him you accidentally left it at my house."

"Ok," Jenna said handing her phone to Spencer.

"I can't believe were doing this you guys,"

"I can't believe I'm doing this without my board,"

"You're in heels,"

"So," She wasn't paying attention where she was going and accidentally bumped into a man. "Sorry,"

"You should be," The man said glaring at her with piercing grey eyes.

"God what an ass hole," She said as they got to the door and handed the man there tickets.

"I need your ID's,"

"ID's for what,"

"This is a bar kid,"

"Are you shitting me?" She yelled. "I paid twenty-five bucks a piece for those tickets, there non-refundable!"

"I'm sorry kid now go away or I'll call the cops,"

"Fine," She said as her friends turned and walked away she heard something explode. The memory stopped there. Wait was he there that night? He had to be who else had those eyes. She looked at a few more newspapers, each one had said that said he'd killed and tortured people... mostly muggles.

The more Spencer read the sicker she got how could the man she'd known done any of this? It scared her to be in this house with him.

Back in London there was a huge press conference at Spencer's house. Her father stood looking burdened while her mother, and step-sister stood there looking confident yet had put on fake sad faces for the media.

"Thank you all for all your help in your search efforts. We will continue searching for Spencer until we find her." Her father spoke to the cameras. "If you have any information please don't hesitate to inform the police immediately,"

Well that's it for now let me know what you think. I hope you all are having wonderful holidays.