DISCLAIMER: HP belongs to JKR. The storyline, all new characters, new character development, new developments are my intellectual property. Glorioux
a/n i hope publish another short chapter today. I have the flu, and wanted to update you. This story is a little bit of a mystery.
Old Loves
Old Loves
Voldemort's angry magic darkened the room. He couldn't think but he made sure to freeze Bella so the rabid bitch wouldn't kill his baby, his precious child.
He realized that Bella had been changing every picture of his child that he would see, her deception went very deep.
Most agreed that he went crazy. Many were shaking, it got freezing cold once he recognized his child. Like through a tunnel, he heard Greyback whisper his suspicions. He was furious with himself for believing Bella's lies.
Right away, he Legilemance Bella and saw her treachery. The chasm threatened to swallow him. He growled in anger, a roar that scared them all, and with wandless magic, he whispered the worse of Unforgivables.
The Infamy
Lucius himself petrified him, and bound Mc Nair who was leaning on the wall watching.
In front of the room occupants' eyes, the green light snuffed the angry witch forever.
Rodolphus and Rabastan hugged themselves in relief. They were free from her. Spousal abuse can go two ways. Rodolphus had bitterly regretted letting her get away with her crime and hoped that the Dark Lord never found out what he knew, or what he had done. The years had changed him a lot.
The evil man screamed with anger when Dobby took the trio away. "Get them idiots. I want my daughter back today."
Everyone but three of them looked confused. At the same time, Voldemort wrapped a bubble around the elf and the trio, to protect the elf, because his daughter had to be safe.
The ones in the room looked at each other as if he were mad. Even the ones who had seen Jean briefly didn't remember her well. Only the one who rescued her. He had known since the moment when he saw the young witch and had been waiting for the explosion.
Voldemort had send a word to Lucius to bring the witch's parents. To imprison them and to do whatever needed. That was before he knew who she was, when he had sent Fenrir and the snatchers to get the trio.
On Bellatrix's recommendations, Lucius had already ordered her parents to be killed, the same day. She had lied and said there were Voldemort's orders.
He sent for Lucius, "Lucius, when the Grangers arrive don't imprison them, but treat them as honored guests." Voldemort sounded agitated.
"Sir, but you sent Bellatrix earlier today. She told me that you wished them killed on sight." Lucius had lost all color.
"Bloody fool, you better go while I find my daughter. If my Jean is dead, I will kill Draco on the spot, then I will kill you. I pity the fool that has touched one of my Jean's hairs. Both better be alive and untouched. You have a son, don 't forget." The Dark Lord yelled.
Lucius was ill, he had earlier that day issued the command to the group, "Kill the Grangers." As Vodemort's second his word was heard.
Voldemort was madder than ever,"Before you go, I want the lists of everyone who has ever insulted or touched my daughter. Yes imbecile, my child, Miss Granger, I am not going to be nice." Lucius knew that Draco was one of the most prominent offenders; and prayed that the Granger were alive.
He apparated at the Grangers and saw blood everywhere. Robert's blood, who fought them and managed to cut one's throat, before he had been killed with a nasty slicing spell. Lucius felt bile coming up his throat.
What Lucius saw froze his blood. Jean wasn't dead, almost worse, she had been raped by McNair, the fool. Bella had made sure that McNair was sent, she trusted him and had told him, "Do what you wish."
McNair had recognized the bird from years back. He was amazed that she was still so young and fresh, and the years of pent-up lust had the better of him. He had raped her several times, using everybody orifice. Driven by his inner demons he had raped her front and back, killing Robert who tried to stop him.
Lucius petrified Thurston and bound Mc Nair who was leaning against the wall watching with a smirk on his face.
He tied both of them to bring them for justice; next he picked up Jean and lovingly wrapped her in his cloak, after casting a basic healing charm to relieve her pain. She needed a healer she was half-naked and bloody, it angered him.
As fate should have it, a profound emotion touched him for one that could never be his. "The story of my life, nothing I've ever wanted can be mine."
He had been right about Miss Granger, she somehow resembled her grandmother long ago. He had also been attracted to Miss Granger, knowing that he wasn't worthy, at this thought he cried an angry tear.
He remembered, the first contract ordered by the Dark Lord, to a baby. "Abraxas tell your heir to quit belly aching. The Black chit is nothing."
Fourteen-year-old Lucius disagreed; he had been with Narcissa who was already advanced for her age. They had already kissed and done a little more, she was willing, and he wanted it.
The child was Grindelwald's grandchild. Voldemort hadn't known. Abraxas remembered his father's stories and decided not to tell the Dark Lord, afraid that Voldemort would want the child for someone else.
Lucius remembered standing by the baby crib, grinning and nodding. He had felt completed, happy, as if he had found something he didn't know he was missing. Abraxas shook the hand of the young couple and sat to sign the contract.
They went to visit often, that summer Lucius found excuses to go daily. He would offer to feed the newborn baby, take her for walks, and the parents would laugh, "Yes, we understand, we knew each other since we were very young." He was absolutely happy, he would laugh whenever she made a face, whenever. He was enchanted.
His mother was unhappy because she wanted a Black witch for him, "No, I am in a contract that suits me," he told his mother in no uncertain terms. His mother, not his favorite person wasn't happy. Poor his father, he had loved once, and she had been killed by Muggles. He wasn't too sure.
When school started again, he had the awful fight with Narcissa; he told her that it was over. "I am glad for the contract."
Bella came over as their voices raised, "Who is she?" more words were exchanged, and next thing he remembered was being tended for a head wound.
He went with his father to visit the family often and was a pest. His father knew Lucius' feelings and used his influence to take him out Hogwarts to visit. "Father, I will marry her the day she is finished with Hogwarts." Abraxas would laugh, "I know and cannot wait for my grandchildren. They will be the greatest, Grindenwald and Malfoy's magical babies, only greater would be a Tom-Grindenwald baby; and Tom does not like children. Just remember never to tell anyone, mostly because they are hiding from enemies."
He already had, he had told Narcissa in the midst of the heated argument. He now wondered if someone had overheard them. He should have told his father. Because one day they arrived, and the place was in shambles. Upon finding the dead father, his father used magic and saw Dumbledore killing the couple. Afterwards, they looked everywhere and found nothing.
He was inconsolable because it meant that his future was gone. His father mourned with him. Something about a curse. He had been sick for days and stayed home. He had come back with the wolf hounds, more than once but still didn't find anyone.
A year or so ago, he had met a beautiful Muggle, Shelly, while on a mission, he thought she was magic, but she denied it. He thought she had been the child; he was nearly certain,. Before it was time to go back, he decided to leave Narcissa, but Bella saw him with his love. Yes, she must have been his one, he knew it now. He was ordered back before he could tell Shelly. He came back a week later and found no traces of her. Bella, damn Bella, always her.
And now her, "So lovely, so very lovely," he cried and kissed Jean Granger's brow. He finally understood, they were all family, the three witches were related, and all were denied to him. More angry tears clouded his eyes.
His Princess
Voldemort was beside himself. He had sent an army to look for his daughter, and they hadn't returned yet. Lucius wasn't back. He feared the worst, he should have gone to get his love.
He had a put a tracer on the bubble. The ones that he sent had been ordered, "Just bring her and leave the others alone. Nobody gets hurt or you die," he knew better and suspected that his daughter was loyal to them.
Lucius brought Jean straight to Narcissa. He was shaking, anticipating Voldemort's anger. He didn't miss Narcissa's pout and didn't know if he could trust her. He called Mipzy, a trusted elf, "Stay with Mrs. Granger, make sure she is safe."
Alas, Voldemort had zero patience. At knowing McNair had raped her, he screamed with such anger that many cowered. He guessed that Bellatrix had been the master mind right under his nose. He should had punished McNair, his big mistake. Thinking of Jean being raped, hurt. He was in pain, first meeting his daughter while she was being tortured and now Jean.
Lucius was blaming himself. He had told them no raping; he had a little respect for the parents of one of Draco's mates, killing, yes, but with respect, what idiocy. He hated himself.
Narcissa cried her sister in silence. She bid her time. The little Mudblood, or half-blood would pay. She had been told about her, poor Bella, this bitch had been her doom.
Bella and Narcissa had a twisted relationship, sexual at that. Yes, Lucius had seen them more than once. All that Bella touched she damaged, and her sister was no exception. Narcissa's sister had always protected her and got her the toys that she wished. Lucius had been one.
Voldemort, he came in to see Jean, she was angry with herself, her body still craved him, even in his state. The love she had never forgotten came back with full intensity.
When he saw her all bruised, he entered her mind, Lucius who was waiting outside with Snape wanted to run forever. It was the growl and the cries of an injured beast. Everyone hid, afraid for their lives.