DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!

Normal Life Doesn't Exist

Chapter 11

"Both?" Hermione's head spun. "Wait, what about Narcissa? There's no way she'd let him do it."

Tom and Abraxas looked at each other. "Narcissa's dead."

Hermione's head spun again. "What? When? How?"

"The year 2000. The Light Side captured her, tortured her for information. Upon finding out that she didn't know anything, they drowned her."

"Drowning? Well...That's a new method of killing." She said quietly, scratching her chin in thought.

"Lucius was deeply affected by it. I'm still concerned that he hasn't quite yet recovered." Abraxas said.

Hermione was worried. She had never heard Abraxas so...Quiet; so withdrawn. "Why? Why do you say that?"

"He began to drown his victims. Just after she died, whenever he had a victim he had to question and then dispose of, he never used curses or magic, he drowned them. I made him take leave for a few months and when he came back, he was...Better, but still not normal. It's been 4 years and he's still..."

"Grieving?" she offered.

"That's as close as we can put it."

"I want to talk to him."

"You can see him in the morning."

"I need to see him now." She said forcefully, waved her hand and was fully dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and then left the room. Weaving through corridors, she found her way to the room. She knocked and waited. And waited. And waited. Having felt like she had waited long enough, she let herself into the room. It was tidy and organised. She stepped inside, closed the door and walked into the middle of the room.

"Hello?" she called out. No response. "Lucius?" no response. She heard a loud crack in the bathroom, a pained gasp and then running water. Going over to the door, she opened it and saw Lucius. He was standing at the sink, his hand bleeding and the window broken.

He looked up and then grinned wickedly. A cold chuckle came from his throat. "Well, you chose to come, did you?" he chuckled again. "No surprise there." he picked up a pair of tweezers and began to pluck the glass out of his hand.

"What happened?" she asked, picking up a flannel, running it under the water and dabbing his palm. He gave a huff of annoyance. He tried to push her aside but she just held firm and continued to dab his hand. "Now, I'll ask again. What happened?"

"I got annoyed and put my hand through a window." He said simply, pushing her hands away and returning to removing the glass. She grew frustratdd and threw the flannel down into the bath.

"What happened with Narcissa?" he didn't say anything. "Lucius, for Godsake's, just tell me!"

"It happened whilst I was on a mission." He said after a while. "Potter and his Army escaped shortly after Voldemort sent you back 1945. A few months later, he broke into Malfoy Mansion and kidnapped Narcissa. He took her to wherever they're hiding. A few days later, we found her body in a river, along with a Memory. They tortured her for over 24 hours straight. When they discovered that she didn't know anything useful to them, Potter raped her and then drowned her in the river, dumping her body when he finished with her." he said, looking at her via the mirror and let a tear fall from his eye. "I might not have loved her but she was the mother of my child." He paused for a moment. "Is your Light Side so wonderful now?"

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Hermione walked back to her room in a daze. Why had Narcissa's death changed him so much? Did he love her? It's not impossible; they had a child together, they were married for over 20 years....She pondered it whilst she sat on the edge of the bed. Tom was fast asleep and stirred occasionally but fell asleep before he had time to say anything to his wife.

She left the bed and walked over to the arch of the girls' 'room'. They were asleep and would be for hours to come. They were exhausted from the excitement, drama and physical requirements the day had demanded. Jane had her arm tightly around the fluffy cat from earlier and Merope had her arm slung over her eyes, her mouth open a little.

Hermione smiled to herself as she watched over her babies, feeling pride wash over her. A hand trailed over her shoulder and onto her breast. Tom kissed her neck and led her back to the bed.

"Not tonight, babe. Too tired. Soon, promise." She said, turning to kiss him and fell asleep in his arms, his lips on her neck, his arm around her.

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Hermione awoke to someone shaking her hand and the smell of breakfast. She opened her eyes and saw her children's faces grinning at her. She smiled back and sat up. The girls jumped up and sat between their parents.

"Hello, girls." She greeted, kissing the top of their heads and then pecking Tom's lips. An elf popped into the room with their breakfast and a newspaper for Tom and Hermione. They all started eating their food but Hermione stopped when she saw the headline. "Tom." She said quietly, picking up the newspaper and showing it to him.

'HERMIONE GRANGER RUMOURED ALIVE' A picture of her was looking nervously back at her. 'The Light Side have been given information from an anonymous source that Hermione Granger may have been alive up to 1 week ago when she was seen in Diagon Alley last Wednesday. The current 24 year old is believed to have been kidnapped by Death Eaters less than 48 hours ago. We sent our best reporter, Rita Skeeter, to interview My Harry Potter, Saviour to the Light.

'Rita: Mr Potter, how do you feel about this new information, that Hermione may be alive?

'Harry: I have full confidence in our source so I feel completely sure that Hermione is alive. And wherever she is, we'll find her and bring her home.'

Hermione threw down the paper in anger. "How dare he?" she snarled. "I'm going to get him. I'm so going to get him."