(( Aww, so here we are with yet another chapter in this mini fanfic that brings the previous one and my next one together in a small way J So this is the final chapter in this fan fic xD YES I know, only four? BUT I have this one justto connect the third and first one together :P and Kinda…. Explain the reason behind the third one xD SO yea :P Please read, enjoy and begin my third story :D

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Lucius stared at the ceiling quietly, his chest rising and falling with each breath that he took. He closed his eyes for a moment, focusing on the soft pillow beneath his head, and then opened his eyes as he turned his head to look at Elveira, lying next to him atop the silky bed sheets, her eyes closed as she rested.

He moved to gently nudge her hand with his thumb, wishing he knew how to help her after a very recent prophecy had decided to invade her mind without warning, making her faint and then lye weakened in bed.

Elveira opened her eyes slowly and smiled weakly. "Thank you, Lucius…"

He nodded without word, not knowing what on earth to say in such a given situation. He was entirely unaccustomed to helping or aiding another human being, and here was this young woman who he had agreed to help in exchange for something that seemed entirely trivial to him now… Something that no longer seemed important or worthwhile anymore.

"Elveira…"

She chuckled. "You know something? When I first met you, I thought of you as an arrogant ass, with nothing but your head stuck so far up your ass you wouldn't see the world for what it was if your life depended upon it… but I suppose I was wrong… you seem… decent… normal…" she said.

He frowned, wondering where on earth something like that had come from.

She sighed, closing her eyes again. "You know something, Lucius?"

He remained silent.

She smiled faintly. "I wish I could see you…"

He frowned.

"I wish I knew what you looked like… what color your eyes are… how tall you are… just the little things about you I'll never get to know. I wish I had the chance to know them…"

He frowned. "Elveira… where is this coming from? I'm sure in time you'll get to know the little things about me," he smirked. "Somehow I don't mind you knowing me," he admitted.

She smiled weakly. "No… I won't. In time you'll dismiss the memory of me because another woman will overcome your every waking thoughts. You'll worship the very thought of her, the sound of her voice, the gleam in her eyes… You'll want her the instant you see her," she said.

He frowned. "Narcissa?"

She shook her head. "No… but she will realize it… she'll know she isn't the woman of your heart anymore."

He frowned, sitting up. "How dare you speak that way about me. I would never do anything to sabotage my marriage to my wife," he said angrily.

She opened her eyes. "No… you won't… You'll desire another woman until the day you die, but you'll never have her… not truly…" she whispered. She turned her head and looked in the direction of Lucius, her hand reaching out to put a hand upon his knee gently. "You'll never have her for yourself, because she will never notice you. Not any more than the man standing next to you when you are in her presence…"

He frowned. "Narcissa is the only woman I love and will ever love…" he said through clenched teeth.

She shook her head. "You'll love Narcissa… but you will not desire her any more. You'll only want this woman. But you'll never have her, because she will be with someone who you would never dare cross arms with," she said.

He glared at her.

She sighed. "Your Dark Lord will have her in body and soul… and all you will be able to do is watch from the distance as she continues to ignore you while she toys with him in secret and weakens him, blinds him to what he must see for himself… and destroys him…" she said. "Lord Voldemort is the Dark Lord… but he is also a man. A man who will be lusciously tempted by a mere woman who will gain everything she wants and more, while he slowly weakens in power and mind without realizing it…" she said.

He stared at her for a long time, angry with her words for several minutes until he realized something.

"Elveira…"

She shook her head. "Don't. It wasn't a greatly important one, at least not to many… but it is to you in more ways than one. If you wish to become his favourite again, then warn him. Do what you can to prevent this woman from destroying him inside and out…"

"You don't care if he takes over then?"

She smiled half heartedly. "I will be dead long before he has the chance to do so… it matters not to me," she assured him.

He stared at her for a while, his heart beginning to hurt, realizing she'd signed her own death sentence by giving him something so… mundane, but so important to him. He knew she was right. The Dark Lord would never stand to be destroyed by a mere woman. He would gain the status he'd lost with his Lord once again by keeping that prophecy in mind.

Moving to lay down again, he reached out to brush back a bit of Elveira's hair and looked at her. "Should I go or stay…?"

She remained quiet for some time. "You should go… it's best that you don't come back…" she said quietly.

He looked at her silently and nodded. She had become a sort of friend to him in ways, and he was honoured that she would give up her life merely to tell him such trivial facts which mattered not at all to her. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to her forehead, then moved away with a sigh, glancing back at her as he moved to the door and made his way downstairs with a heavy heart, ready to leave.

Elveira stayed quiet for a while and then turned her head to face the other side of the bedroom again even though she could not see. "I was wondering when you would show yourself…" she murmured.

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Lucius stood outside Elveira's house. He'd only just left, and already he felt the deep urge to run back up and refuse to leave her side, hoping that perhaps if he didn't leave, she would be alright. He knew eventually he would leave her of course, and she would die out. Never to speak again, never to laugh at him in that secretive manner of hers… Never to look at him without seeing him.

He closed his eyes and frowned, wishing dearly that he could talk to her one more time and just tell her he could get someone to protect her from whatever might end her life. He turned and headed back inside, going up the stairs to her room, determined to make her see that just because a prophecy said she would die, didn't mean it had to be true.

He came to the doorway of her bedroom and paused, staring at the door. He hadn't closed it on his way out… and yet there it was, closed, blocking his way from his friend who lay on her own in that bedroom.

He reached out, pushing the door open, his heart clenching uncomfortably as it slowly creaked with each inch it moved.

He stepped in and looked at the bed, his insides sinking terribly.

She was gone.

Her body lay there, unmoving, as though she was merely asleep. But he knew better.

He approached quietly, leaning over her and touched her neck, searching for a pulse, but found none.

Whoever had done it, had been quick, silent and efficient about it.

Moving back a step, Lucius stared at her for several moments before turning away and leaving for good this time.

He would regret leaving her for those few moments for a very long time, he knew, but screaming about it or crying over her death would not bring Elveira back, and he knew in the long run, she was a mere woman, a woman who had laughed at him in secret and opened up only a fraction of herself to him. He knew nothing about her and perhaps she knew nothing about him… other than what she'd spoken of.

They may have been friends in a way over those last few weeks… but in the long run of life, they were nothing but strangers to one another. And that was it.

Walking down the street of that quiet neighbourhood, Lucius made his way home as he disapparated there, forever leaving behind the memory of Elveira, prepared to do what he had to in order to gain a high standing among the other Death Eaters and win his way back to the top of the Dark Lord's ranks.

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(( Bum bum bum, end of this fan fiction! :O So ya, sorry if people were impatient with it cause it was a bit dull, it was short AND his chapter is late xD BUT I'm working on the other fan fiction now too so duh! I had to do both in order to provide you guys with the link! (even though you can just go to my profile and go to the story there xDDD) ANYWAYS Please go to my profile and read my THIRD HP fan fic titled Luscious Temptation :P If you have not read Other Evils in this World yet, well… please do! It's good xD Even with the large age gap haha :D BUT it relates to the third one! SO PLEASE READ THAT ONE FIRST! Then this one, then Luscious Temptation xD I hope people enjoy that one xD And the characters in it :D Toodloo! ))