CHAPTER EIGHT
Bellatrix, though unhappy, went straight to find the muggles. Lucius reentered the dining room with a long, sad face. "Your son made a pledge to be as a Death Eater. If he denies me, I will kill him, Lucius," started Voldemort.
The older Malfoy nodded his head in gloomy understanding. "No one is to tell either child of the prophecy. Tell them both no more than they need to. This will be a proper marriage, I will not risk the prophecy turning sour," he said.
"What do you mean by proper?" Severus questioned. "She will be a Malfoy, she'll have a wedding, live with Draco and bear his child. They will tell everyone at Hogwarts about their secret love and can no longer bear to hide it," Voldemort explained.
"From my understanding the girl has no friends to begin with but the other professors may raise eyebrows. When the child is born we can tell Draco he has done his duty, give him a divorce and he can marry any pure-blood girl of his choosing," he said.
"It will be like it never happened. The girl is yours when the task is completed and I battle Harry Potter for the last time," Voldemort said to Snape. "The blood of that babe will be the most valuable and precious thing in this world. The mother must be kept happy while she carries the child. Release her parents after she becomes pregnant," he finished.
Both Lucius and Snape stood unvoiced as the Dark Lord continued with his particular instructions. "I am sure Narcissa will be delighted to plan your son's wedding. No corners are to be cut or dimes spared," he said trailing off.
After all parties were in understanding the Dark Lord said, "Severus, I believe you are needed back at Hogwarts. I trust you will tell the blushing bride of her betrothal."
With a heavy conscious Snape returned to Hogwarts. It was past midnight but he sought out Hermione at once, they had much to talk about.