CM- Year Six, Part One

by Artemis Castellan

The war is just beginning. Dumbledore lies dead. Harry, Ron, and Hermione are missing. The Ministry has fallen. Now, Carina and her boyfriend are on a quest set by Dumbledore, trying to figure out a strange symbol left to them by Dumbledore. Little bit of Lucissa fluff.

3. Inheritance

Chapter Three- Inheritance

I grab my wand and shove it in his face. "Get your wand out of my face." Scrimgeour snaps. "I'm the Minister of Magic." "I have no ties to the Ministry." I snap coldy. "Just like your father, I suppose." Scrimgeour says. I press my wand in further. "Don't you dare compare me to my father!"

"My, my, we're just like our aunt now aren't we?" Scrimgeour says. My arm shakes with fury. Because it's true. The more I live, the more I realise it. I am like her. I'm not afraid to kill, and I'm sure I'm just as sane as her. "Don't ever compare me to my family." I hiss.

Scrimgeour throws it off and pulls out a bag instead. He opens it, revealing a piece of parchment and something wrapped in cloth. "That's Dumbledore's will isn't it?" I breathe. "Correct." Scrimgeour says, unfolding the parchment.

"Herein lies the last will,and testament of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. To Carina Bellatrix Malfoy, I leave this necklace, in hopes that it will guide you in the darkness." Scrimgeour hands me the cloth. I open it to find a golden necklace with an odd symbol attached to it. The symbol is shaped like a triangle with a circle and a line through it. "What is it?" I ask. Scrimgeour shrugs. "I don't know."

Something in me snaps. Maybe it's the years of tension. Maybe it's the insanity. I shove my wand up against his throat again. "You don't know." I sneer. "Why don't you know?" Scrimgeour seems taken aback, his hand reaching for his own wand.

"Enough!" Andromeda says, coming into the room. "I will not have wands drawn in my house!" I put my wand down. "You can go now." I snap at Scrimgeour, who gets up. "It's quite sad." He says, making one last jab at my family. "To see the direction our greatest Pureblood families are going."

Andromeda pulls me back from just straight up punching him in the face. "Calm down." She says. I relax a bit, and twiddle the necklace in between my fingers. "What do you think it is?" I ask her. She shakes her head. "I've never seen anything like it." I run my hand along the back, feeling a little etching. "The Tale of the Three Brothers." I mutter. "What's that?"

If anyone's still actually reading this story, would you mind just putting down a simple "Still reading" in the reviews? I just like to know I'm not writing for no one.