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A Rose by Another Name
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11
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4
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Chapter ten
Tobias didn't believe his eyes. It couldn't be true… she hadn't done that. She couldn't have done that… it was impossible! And yet, there they were, his wife and his son, dead on the floor before him, a note on the table and two empty vials, one in each of their palms. He needed a drink, badly. And … suddenly panic struck him. Perhaps they would believe he'd done something to them. That he'd killed them. Perhaps they would seek him out and get revenge? Oh god, what had he done!? Ashen faced, Tobias rushed around the house, picking out his things and packing them haphazardly so he could get away, far away from this cursed place. He wished he'd never heard of Eileen Prince! Wished he could forget it all.
10 hours later, the two vial portkeys activated, bringing the seemingly dead mother and son to the almost deserted Hogwarts and right into the Infirmary, where they were instantly taken care of. Before long, they woke up, trying to comprehend that they'd be starting a new life.
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Lucius stared at the vial and then his mother. He still didn't quite believe her, but why would she lie? Why would she give him a potion and tell him it would solve the problem, unless it was something that would be good for him? He had to trust her, being left with no choice right now. And without the prospect of seeing Severus anytime soon, perhaps even for a year where so many horrible things could happen to him; A time, where he might start to hate Lucius for putting him in that situation. That thought hurt far more than he'd expected and was what finally convinced him. If he'd get out, he could try once more to get to Severus. At least he'd have the option then, instead of sitting around here.
When the House Elf the next morning found the young master lifeless on the floor, there was a lot of screeching, pulling of ears and hair, crying and wailing. One however, was almost as deadly still as his son. Abraxas stood like a frozen pillar, simply staring at Lucius and not believing his own eyes. It couldn't be. His only son and heir wasn't dead. It was all a trick, an illusion to scare him and make him ease up his punishment. But every examination of the house healer told the same, Lucius Malfoy was dead by poisoning and beyond recall. There was nothing to be done and a burial should be arranged.
Lucius couldn't be dead. His son could not be dead! If he kept repeating it often enough, perhaps it would become truth. Perhaps reality would return then and replace this nightmare. 5 hours later, he was still sitting at his desk, staring at Lucius' wand, unresponsive.
Mrs Malfoy was very calm, even if it was obvious she had cried plenty and was on the verge of it constantly. But it was expected that she didn't break down, that she upheld the façade, that she took care of things now that her son was dead and her husband in a grief induced stupor. When the news hit the Wizarding World, which happened with lightning speed, there was widespread disbelief, that the handsome and successful young heir truly had committed suicide at the cusp of his adulthood. Why would he do such a thing, with such wonderful prospects in his future? He had everything!
To avoid more attention than absolutely necessary, the funeral was organised swiftly and performed privately the next morning on the Malfoy grounds with only the closest relatives and friends present. Once more Mrs. Malfoy stoically upheld her façade. Perhaps a little better than most, but she was a strong woman and many praised her for her strength in the face of such pain.
She was on a tight schedule though, and since she'd always been a master planner of tight schedules, the timing was perfect. The portkey woven into her son's burial robes activated at the same time as the coffin settled against the ground of the grave.
10 hours later, the two vial portkeys activated, bringing the seemingly dead mother and son to the almost deserted Hogwarts and right into the Infirmary, where they were instantly taken care of. Before long, they woke up, trying to comprehend that they'd be starting a new life.
-
Lucius stared at the vial and then his mother. He still didn't quite believe her, but why would she lie? Why would she give him a potion and tell him it would solve the problem, unless it was something that would be good for him? He had to trust her, being left with no choice right now. And without the prospect of seeing Severus anytime soon, perhaps even for a year where so many horrible things could happen to him; A time, where he might start to hate Lucius for putting him in that situation. That thought hurt far more than he'd expected and was what finally convinced him. If he'd get out, he could try once more to get to Severus. At least he'd have the option then, instead of sitting around here.
When the House Elf the next morning found the young master lifeless on the floor, there was a lot of screeching, pulling of ears and hair, crying and wailing. One however, was almost as deadly still as his son. Abraxas stood like a frozen pillar, simply staring at Lucius and not believing his own eyes. It couldn't be. His only son and heir wasn't dead. It was all a trick, an illusion to scare him and make him ease up his punishment. But every examination of the house healer told the same, Lucius Malfoy was dead by poisoning and beyond recall. There was nothing to be done and a burial should be arranged.
Lucius couldn't be dead. His son could not be dead! If he kept repeating it often enough, perhaps it would become truth. Perhaps reality would return then and replace this nightmare. 5 hours later, he was still sitting at his desk, staring at Lucius' wand, unresponsive.
Mrs Malfoy was very calm, even if it was obvious she had cried plenty and was on the verge of it constantly. But it was expected that she didn't break down, that she upheld the façade, that she took care of things now that her son was dead and her husband in a grief induced stupor. When the news hit the Wizarding World, which happened with lightning speed, there was widespread disbelief, that the handsome and successful young heir truly had committed suicide at the cusp of his adulthood. Why would he do such a thing, with such wonderful prospects in his future? He had everything!
To avoid more attention than absolutely necessary, the funeral was organised swiftly and performed privately the next morning on the Malfoy grounds with only the closest relatives and friends present. Once more Mrs. Malfoy stoically upheld her façade. Perhaps a little better than most, but she was a strong woman and many praised her for her strength in the face of such pain.
She was on a tight schedule though, and since she'd always been a master planner of tight schedules, the timing was perfect. The portkey woven into her son's burial robes activated at the same time as the coffin settled against the ground of the grave.