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Lucius Malfoy entered the ancient halls of his alma mater, his argent hair flowing unbound to just below his shoulders. There were so many memories in these walls, and so many more to come. He could feel the tension in the air as he walked into the Great Hall, where his son and his intended were waiting for him, both pensive and nervous. Draco noticed him first, and gestured towards him. The girl he had chosen to share his life with was not at all unattractive, though it was dead obvious she was of a poor home. Lucius remembered his manners, and smiled warmly. Draco would have loved the luxury of fainting from the shock.
“Hello, Lord Malfoy.” The girl curtsied. “It is lovely to see you again.” Again? What nonsense was the- oh. Lucius remembered the spat in Flourish and Blott’s. She was such a skinny thing then, all freckles and cheeks. Now, with only the slightest hint of roundness at her mid-section, she cut a fine figure, a most excellent bauble to grace his son’s arm. It was then that Lucius noticed a figure he wished he hadn’t: That of Samara Snape.

She had grown at least three inches since he’d last seen her, and dear Goddess on Earth, was she blessed in form and figure. She had grown breasts. She had gained pride. HERE was the one Lucius wanted to bear his grandchildren. If only the damned boy had kept his robes clasped! She stood next to her father, smiling radiantly, chattering with him about something or other. She was in a stunning set of black robes, and her feet were surprisingly bare, with Severus’ high arches and perfectly formed toes. She had the same habit Severus did of curling and tapping them as she spoke. She also played with her hair a good deal. “Father?” Draco’s voice jerked him back.
“Yes, my son?” He turned to look at them.
“This is Ginny.”
“I knew that. I remember you from the bookshop.” He added, as an afterthought. “You’ve grown.” Ginny led, ed, surprised at his light tone.
“Five years does tend to do that.” She smiled. Lucius fought back a wince. She had an unforgivable country accent that would have to be coached out before the reception. He would not have all of Wizarding Society thinking he’d allowed his son to marry some bumpkin from the Southwest.
“Yes, well . . . Welcome to the family.” Lucius managed to smile again. He looked to his son and inquired casually, “Have you informed your Godfather?” Draco’s face went stern.
“Tell my Godfather before I inform my family! Where DO you think I was brought up?”
“A simple ‘no’ would have done well.” Lucius waved Severus over.

“Father, don’t go. You’re not his hawk, here to come when he calls, ringing your jesses.” Samara pleaded with her father.
“He is my sub-lord in the Order. I cannot refuse him.” Samara glared at his retreating back, then caught up with him. “What are you-”
“I need to talk to him anyway. He has a few explanations to give me.” Severus stopped, and wheeled on her.
“You will not embarrass him like that. I forbid it!”
“You forbid?” Her eyebrows darted down. “You, sir, are in no position to forbid anything.”
“Samara. They will get what is coming to them. It is not for you to punish them. The wicked shall receive their just rewards, pet.”
“You never cared at all, did you?”
“I care for you! And about you! You are my daughter! My blood . . . My family.” Severus stopped, and turned around. “I love you.”
“Fine.” Samara glared back, and unclasped her robes. She stood there, her robes off her shoulders, in a camisole and black yoga pants. That was why her feet were bare, as Severus suddenly noticed.
“You’re not wearing shoes.” He pointed out.
“Well spotted.” Samara shot back. “I will not dignify Lucius Malfoy by kicking his arse and dirtying my shoes in the process.”
“You will not touch him.” Severus closed the gap between himself and Lucius in a matter of seconds, leaving Samara to herself. “Now, then, Lucius, what did you need?”

“STUPID JERK!” Sammy stormed into the Gryffindor Common Room, and found Harry sprawled on a couch.
“Anyone I know?”
“Hi, Harry.” Her look softened slightly. “My father is being a wanker, as per usual.” She flopped down next to him.
“I’m sorry.”
“It doesn’t help in the slightest that Lucius Malfoy is here. As if it weren’t awful enough to be in the same castle with him, my father insists that I do nothing to either of them.”
“Well, Sirius is in rather the same straights you are. He can’t kill your father as he would probably love to do.”
“Yes, well, I don’t have the discipline he does, so sue me.” Sammy blew a piece of hair out of her eyes. Harry smiled. “What?”
“You’re so beautiful.” Harry’s smile widened.
“Harry, I’m still technically with Seamus.” Sammy sighed. “Though I’m pretty sure he doesn’t feel that way, he has yet to break up with me.”
“Yeah.” Harry added. “He didn’t come to bed last night, and I saw him at breakfast, so I’m thinking he didn’t spend the night in the dorm. Snuffles said he didn’t hear anything either.”
“So it’s okay if I act on instinct here?” Sammy wondered aloud.
“Sure.” Harry had no clue what she was on about, but pre pretty sure he would like it. He was right, but as it turned out, Sammy’s instinct wasn’t Malfoy beaten to a pulp, or Seamus publicly called a whore. It was Sammy’s warm and surprisingly lithe lips pressed into his own.

Harry’s hand dropped, and the book he’d been reading clunked into the floor. Pure shock was overriddena swa sweet rush of hormones to his head, stomach, and groin. He felt Sammy’s hands undoing the clasp on his school robes, and sighed around the kiss. She was sweeter than dreaming, an apple nymph of Atlas . . . He brought his hand to caress her face, the moonlit ocean of her hair slid on his hand like silken honey. Her taste was like cinnamon and clove, spicy and sharp, a deadly softness. THIS was the passion he’d longed for when he had been in Ginny’s arms. And here was the true meaning of Lovers . . . he spread his legs and felt her press into him, rocking her hips forward into his, causing his head to snap back and a moan to rip from his throat. His glasses were fogging . . . or was it just the focus slipping from his eyes? He felt a licking on his neck, then a sucking, finally, a biting . . . and he whimpered as the dark-haired succubus on his body yanked his head up. “Sammy?” He asked, his voice deep and breathy.
“I want you. I’ve wanted you since I’ve known you.” The succubus purred.
“Are you really Sammy?”
“I am Samara.” She answered, moving her head alongside his. “And I want to be yours . . .” The whispered words in his ear befuddled him. The voice was hers, but the words . . . Harry felt his head becoming fuzzy as she pressed her lips over his again, and he felt a rushing backwards sensation, and all fell black.

He was floating in a black velvet void, as he could tell, and he was a consciousness . . . but where was his body? He looked about. There were several balls of light around him. It struck him that this was a place like Heaven, but in between. He looked down and realized that he was nude, but without gender. No longer a boy growing into a man, but something like an angel. He looked round, and saw what he first thought was himself, but this being seemed older than he. “Dad?” Harry asked, and was surprised to find his mouth did not move, nor his vocal chords buzz. He had none.
“Hello, son.” The serenity with which he was greeted unnerved Harry. It was also eerie to see his father speak without moving his mouth from the placid smile on his face.
“Am I dead?” James’ head cocked to one side.
“No. Your body has separated from you, and you came here as a natural reaction. All of us wait here. You can come and go as you please, but you will have to fight to regain your body. It has been . . . occupied.”
“By Voldemort?” Harry asked, looking around.
“No, by a much older spirit who finds your body quite useful.”
“Slytherin.”
“You are halfway done in realizing this. Timing is essential, Harry. He will only allow his defenses down when he is at rest, and rest he will not until he has his Eve back again.”
“Who’s Eve?” Harry noticed a dim gray star, shining brightly, and small.
“Eve was his lover, Gryffindor’s child sister.” James explained as a tall and stately form appeared, his grey eyes evident in the void.
“Cedric?” Harry blinked.
“Hiya, Harry.” Cedric was still so young in this place, this waiting place as James had put it, and Harry felt a ripping inside him. It was guilt, and in a place where no such intense emotion came without form, it was horrible. He felt a choking sensation in his lungs, and a sickly red ray shot through his heart. He curled into a fetal position around the wound the spirit-knife twisted slowly, and he felt warm hands uncurling him, bringing him to rights. “Harry, don’t feel so. There was nothing you could do. I’ve seen you taking care of Cho, and I treasure that. Someone still remembers me.”
“You were my mistake . . .” Harry sobbed. Everything he’d done before that had faded into insignificance, for this mistake had cost a life.
“I was the first death at the hands of the new regime. It was better that it was I, Harry. For now there are students at Hogwarts who knew me, who will never turn to Voldemort.” Another star shimmered over, and caressed Harry’s hair.

“Mum?” The globe shivered, and James chuckled.
“Your mum is still with you, boy. No, this one is the innocence of one of your mates. It was taken, and so has no form. But she still finds ways to express her insatiability.”
“This is Sammy’s innocence?” Harry asked as the star buried itself in his hair.
“Yes.” Cedric answered. “She is quite fond of you, and I think will serve as a guide for you.”
“Okay . . .” Harry jerked his head to one side as Sammy’s Innocence buzzed in his ear. “Does she have a name?”
“Yes. We call her Luni.” Harry rolled his eyes.
“GREAT.” Harry looked at his father, who merely shrugged at the ball of light now braiding Harry’s cowlick.

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Yes, I stole an idea from ZELDA. GET over it.
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