(( Hello again my lovely readers! :D SO how was it over a week without an update from me? :O Dx AWFUL WASN'T IT? I'm so glad I give myself a week to update now xD Now I can plan out the chapter a little better haha Caauuuusseeee I have the ENDING to this fan fic plotted out, but not the start xD Hence why it's a bit… meh so far xD SO SORRY! Im just still so nervous about writing another story after Other Evils in this World cause I think it was so well done :D lol ANYWAYS! So on with chapter two between Lucius Malfoy and Elveira Moonshine! :D Please enjoy ^^
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Lucius pushed open the door and frowned when his gaze fell upon the brown haired girl who looked like she was sleeping in her bed, tucked all the way up to her chin against the slight chill in the late January air.
He turned to go back out, not wanting to bother with waiting for her to awaken when he heard her soft almost child-like voice.
"Come in."
He turned and looked at her with a slightly raised brow. "I thought you were sleeping."
She smiled, her vacant eyes staring ahead as she sat up, not focused on anything in the room. "No. I was just resting my eyes is all."
"Ah…" he said, slightly confused as to why a blind person would be resting their eyes to begin with. He came to stand at the foot of her bed, not liking the seat and how it made her level off slightly higher than him when she sat up.
She stared ahead silently and then giggled softly. "I'm not giving it to you," she said.
He frowned deeply. "Tell me, Miss. Moonshine. How old are you exactly?"
She tilted her head slightly, a few locks of brown hair sliding over her shoulder slightly. "Twenty six. Turning twenty seven in July," she said with a casual smile.
He narrowed his eyes at her. "Then you're old enough to understand the importance of that prophecy," he said firmly.
She shrugged. "Perhaps. Maybe I don't understand it at all and deem it entirely useless," she pointed out.
"Then why not merely hand it over and I won't bother you about it again?"
She shrugged. "Perhaps I enjoy you coming here every day and having to let me annoy you?"
He ground his teeth together in irritation. "Miss. Moonshine…" he growled slightly.
She smiled, moving to lay on her back and sighed. "The thing is, if I told you the contents of this prophecy, I would be killed," she said simply.
He rolled his eyes. "You won't be killed."
She laughed with an empty smile. "You think so?"
He looked at her with a deep scowl. "I know so."
"And how do you know? Enlighten me," she sighed, sitting up again and stared ahead in his direction, guided only by the sound of his voice.
He looked at her silently.
The corner of her pale lips curved up into a slightly bemused smirk. "See? You don't know. But I do. How? Because I saw it in another prophecy."
He smirked. "Well then if its in another prophecy, it's bound to happen sooner or later, so lets get it done and over with," he said bluntly.
She shrugged. "Perhaps to you this would be efficient, but I must admit being killed off suddenly, isn't entirely convenient to me," she pointed out calmly.
He smirked. "It wouldn't be of course…" he muttered.
She grinned. "My, you are a real charmer…" she commented dryly.
He looked at her calmly and then sighed. "So, since you already know you're death is imminent because of this prophecy, are you ever planning to reveal the contents of that prophecy?" he asked.
She shrugged. "For the time being, no. I quite enjoy waking up and breathing in this delightfully sanitized hospital," she said wryly.
He frowned and looked at the young woman sceptically. "So tell me again. How come you're blind, and yet you can see these prophecies? How can I know you aren't lying about it?"
She snorted softly. "You're here aren't you?"
He scowled.
She shrugged, closing her eyes. "If I knew why, then I would tell you I suppose. However, I do not. So I can't explain why I see these things and yet am blinder than a bat," she smiled pleasantly.
He sighed, clearly disappointed by the progress he was making with this girl.
"But I'm glad I can see them…"
He looked back up at her and frowned, wondering what she meant by that. How could anyone be happy to see a prophecy that only showed death or destruction, or warned against such atrocities.
She sighed, opening her eyes. "Sometimes I get a nice one, a relatively happy one where something really good is going to happen. But usually they're violent and despicable…But… It's alright that the prophecies are violent or frightening most of the time... I don't mind seeing those sorts of things… After all, they're the only things I can see..."
He glared at her, and approached, then put his arms on either side of her hips on the bed and leaned close, wanting to make her uncomfortable with his mere presence. "Listen to me, Moonshine. I require that prophecy, and I demand that you give it to me. I don't care if you die. Other propheciers will be useful and give us any other warnings we need at the Ministry. However, right now, I need yours," he said firmly.
She stared ahead unseeingly, going quiet, seeming to mull things over. "Do you enjoy being this close to women other than your wife..?" she asked him suddenly.
He frowned. "What?" he asked, affronted by the question.
She laughed, clapping her hands together in delight. "Never mind. I was wondering what your reaction would be, should I ask," she said and smiled. "As for you needing my prophecy, you seem to be forgetting that I need a life," she pointed out. "I'm entitled to my life right now, and if handing over the prophecy would cut that short, then I'm sorry but I cannot help you," she said.
He glared at her, still leaning close.
She then smiled. "Ah, yes?"
He frowned, confused by her words but then looked to the side and saw a nurse standing at the door.
She looked up at Lucius with an uncertain expression. "I… I'm sorry… if I'm disturbing something I-"
"Not at all," muttered Lucius, standing straight and fixed his cloak.
She nodded and then looked at Elveira. "I have been notified that you may go home within a few hours," she said. " Mary-emma will be here when you can be released to assist you on your way home," she said.
Elveira nodded. "Ah. Thank you," she said politely, nodding her head slightly.
The nurse nodded and dismissed herself from the room, the tension so thick in the air she wanted nothing more than to leave.
Elveira then turned her head back in the direction she assumed Lucius would be in. "Well then. Are you planning to harass me for this prophecy at my home as well?" she asked.
He frowned. "I've come to retrieve it and I won't stop asking it of you until you hand it over," he said, crossing his arms firmly.
She sighed, reaching up to massage her temples. "Well then I suppose I will be expecting you tomorrow then. Do be sure to knock and not just barge in through the front door as it seems you've become accustomed to doing here," she laughed softly.
He narrowed his eyes at her. "Goodbye then, Miss. Moonshine," he said, heading to the door.
She stared ahead silently. She wondered how long he would keep trying before giving up on the prophecy she didn't feel like giving up.
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Lucius looked up at the house located in Godric's Hollow. He wasn't the least bit surprised that someone like Elveira chose to live in such a… Muggle infested town. He hated the very idea of being there.
He'd managed to find out the exact whereabouts of the Moonshine woman through someone in the Ministry, so at last there he was. He stood outside the front gate to a rather quaint little abode, though he thought it was nothing in comparison to Malfoy Manor in all its extravagance.
Pushing the front gate open with relative ease, Lucius made his way up to the front door and knocked on the thick and clean looking front door.
Silence greeted his ears for some time before he heard a scuffling behind the door and the sound of locks being undone. Once the door was opened, he looked down the bridge of his nose and saw none other than Moonshine herself.
"Miss. Moonshine. I expect you knew of my visit?"
She smiled. "I wouldn't have expected any less," she said.
He frowned.
She giggled and stepped back, opening the door wider. "Please do come in," she said.
He glanced down the street and then stepped inside her home, looking around, wondering what sort of home this young woman lived in. "You live on your own?"
She nodded, running her hand up the edge of the door to find the lock, then locked the door again. "Yes. Does that surprise you?"
He shrugged. "Isn't it dangerous for a blind girl to live by herself?"
She smirked wryly. "I may be blind, Mr. Malfoy, but I'm not completely inept at doing things on my own," she pointed out, walking past him, her hand sliding along upon the wall to guide her.
He frowned, following her. "I never told you who I was," he said with obvious irritation.
She giggled in amusement. "No I suppose you didn't. But then again, you didn't tell me you were married either, did you?"
He glared at her backside. "How do you know about me then?"
She tilted her head while pouring tea for herself and him. "Prophecies can teach you things you otherwise wouldn't know, Mr. Malfoy. A few of my most recent ones have centered around you as it so happens," she said.
He bristled at the thought of him being the center point of her mind more than once.
She turned and carefully brought the tea to the table, not spilling a drop and felt around for the chair, sitting down, reaching out for her tea and pulled it over. "Please, sit," she encouraged politely.
He cautiously took a seat, unnerved that this blind girl who until recently he had not known, knew so much about him without him ever telling her so.
Elveira lifted her teacup to her lips and took a casual sip, sighing softly as she set it down again, then rested her chin in her hand. "So, what to talk about…"
He frowned. "You know what I'm here to discuss with you…" he growled.
She nodded and sighed. "Unfortunately for you, my decision has remained unmoved. I will not give you that prophecy…" she said.
He glared at her. "Listen to me, Moonshine. I don't care if you die or not. I require that prophecy," he said angrily.
She stared ahead silently. "You only want it because you and I both know it pertains to the Dark Lord, correct?"
He remained silent.
She smiled weakly. "Hmm… well if you're as smart as people say you are, or at least… as smart as people are under the impression you are…"
He clenched his teeth at that little comment.
"Perhaps you should be able to find out the contents of the prophecy another way rather than directly asking me…" she said.
He frowned. "Impossible… I have no choice but to ask you to relay the contents of it," he said.
She sighed. "Well, then it appears we have a very serious problem on our hands, don't we?" she asked.
He scowled at her and sipped his tea, crossing his arms and then leaned back in the seat, crossing one leg over the other. "So what would it take for you to give me that information?"
She tilted her head, contemplating what she desired from him in exchange, but then shrugged. "I have no idea, honestly."
He looked about ready to strangle her.
She giggled, knowing full well how he felt towards her at that moment.
"Tell you what. You keep coming by, help me out with the house and if you seem nice enough, I'll consider giving you the prophecy," she said. "Simple?"
He looked disgusted by this proposition. "I refuse to help you around the house like some servant," he spat.
She shrugged, leaning back and sipped her tea again. "Your loss then," she said, looking smug with herself.
He clenched his teeth and rose, knocking over the teacup as he did so without a care, dismissively heading towards the door.
"I think you spilled something," she called out to him.
He frowned as he opened her front door and slammed it closed behind him, disapparating back to the Ministry.
Elveira chuckled softly, pulling out her wand and cleaned up the spilled tea with ease. "He'll be back…" she murmured to no one in particular.
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Lucius looked at Narcissa silently, his face gaunt and serious. "Our standing with the Dark Lord relies on this prophecy…" he said.
Narcissa looked at her husband with a firm line across her lips. "Lucius… how do you know this prophecy will gain us any standing whatsoever with him?"
He frowned. He seemed like he would not answer the question for some time, but then opened his mouth. "I do not know for certain… but it is the only hope we have of protecting Draco from his… ways…" he said.
Narcissa visibly shuddered at the thought of her son who had been inducted into the Death Eaters in what she knew to be a personal attack at Lucius' failure in the Department of Mysteries a while before. "Do it then…" she said.
He looked at her slightly aghast. "What?"
Narcissa looked at her husband pleadingly. "Just help her for a little while and then she'll give you that prophecy… she might be able to save our son from his wrath," she pleaded.
He looked at her and closed his eyes, not liking the thought of having to… help… someone. Let alone a miserable snarky young woman who couldn't see and who was probably secretly relishing the idea of reducing Lucius Malfoy to nothing but her personal maid. "You know I don't want to do this…"
Naricssa looked at him. "You don't want to protect our son?" she whispered.
He sighed. "That isn't-"
"It's what your doing by not granting her one request and gaining that bit of information that we need," she cut in quickly.
He looked at her reluctantly, nowhere near thrilled by the thought of having to visit Elveira and pretend to make it seem willing on his part to simply follow her around and help her with daily things. "I don't see why she can't just get a house elf…" he muttered.
"Lucius…"
He sighed heavily. "Alright… but no one hears of this."
She nodded. "Not a soul," Narcissa assured him.
He nodded and then looked at the banister leading up the staircase and to the second floor of Malfoy manor. "I believe it is time for bed…" he finally said.
Narcissa nodded and took his hand, walking towards the stairs to try yet again to get at least one night of decent sleep.
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(( Weee! So what do we all think of Elveira so far? J She's a bit tougher to write than Lilia was in my previous fanfic cause she's sortof… nothing like me xD Except for maybe the snarky occasional comment haha :P Anyways! So this chapter is a little longer than the previous J So I hope you all enjoyed it ^^ Now, I will state a fact :P There IS something small connecting this fanfic, my previous one AND the one I have in mind to do right after this. SOOOOO please read al three :D It's nothing super huge or scandalous xD Just… kinda like "omigosh!" xD haha So anyways :D Please let me know what you think of this fan fic so far :P I KNOW it isn't quite as good as Other Evils in this World xD BUT I assure you this one connects to the third story I'm gonna write when this one finishes haha :P Anywho! Please enjoy another week while I write up chapter 3 and give it to you all next Monday :D Nighty night! Or… morning… whatever xDDD Off I go to work! LOL Again … -_- ))