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Anguish
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Updated 8-18-07
Your reviews blow me away. I'm polishing the story day and night to keep up with your excellent observations and questions. I feel like a member of a Curling team, trying to sweep my story in the right direction ahead of your advancing 'granite stone' reviews. Excellent work, guys! (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Curling)
To answer some questions:
ccrawley Harry's search is covered in this chapter and where is Snape? Remember, Lucius has never told Snape via their owl system that Hermione is in his cell with him. That's our self-serving Lucius. He knows Snape doesn't visit that often.
jw Harry has been relentless in looking for and finding Hermione. The two goon guards, Jax and Ben, are still at the prison. The Warden reprimanded them and they know Lucius now has a husband’s right to kill them if they bother Hermione. Her faux-sores aren’t needed any more.
Scary Bear Hair Is Hermione so very inconsiderate? She just takes what she wants from Lucius, knowing he would serve her the same way without a second's thought. You are absolutely correct about Lucius being the inconsiderate one. She isn't his doormat in any sense. It's a vital part of their equality. They are VERY well matched.
NOW ---
To see a CLOSE-UP of Jason Isaacs’ face as Lucius Malfoy at a gigantic magnification where the face is the size of yours, go to:
http://www.allmoviephoto.com/photo/2007_harry_potter_order_
of_the_phoenix_036.html
Watch out! It merely looks like an ad for "all movie photos" at the top. SCROLL DOWN at least 8 inches and over to the right 8 inches.It’s completely hypnotizing seeing those beautiful eyes as close up, life-size, as if you were kissing him. Oh, those eyes!!
And now (she mumbles) the roller coaster...
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Chapter Twelve
Anguish
Lucius and Hermione heard the knock on their cell door, caught each other’s eyes and silently laughed together. Otto had taken to knocking before he came into their cell and the idea of a guard politely knocking for entrance tickled both of the Malfoys, though they would never have mentioned that to Otto. They knew how lucky they were that it was Otto guarding their cell block now, and not Jax or Ben, neither of whom they had seen recently.
That day, Otto opened the door and let in an astounded Harry who was having trouble understanding the guard’s meek knock on a cell door. What did the guard think this was, the Savoy? But Harry brushed the unusual behavior aside – he was absolutely livid with the prison and the Ministry for putting his best friend into such a dismal place with nearly no due process.
Harry’s war record and heroic defeat of Voldemort gave him more clout than nearly anyone else in the magic world, and when Hermione went missing he had initially tried to find her by asking the authorities to search everywhere for her. At first, no one had had any information for him so he applied pressure on the Minister for Magic. When the word finally came back that she was in Azkaban, Harry nearly had apoplexy.
Inquiry slowly uncovered that she had been sentenced in indecent haste for the theft of sensitive documents so she couldn’t pass the information along. Harry knew against all evidence to the contrary, that Hermione would never have done what she was accused of, and it took very little real effort to learn that the documents had in fact been leaked anyway, but well after Hermione was put in the North Sea cell. Harry had tried several times to get a pass to Azkaban, but each time he had been denied. He had finally gone to Scrimgeour for all the specifics of her case.
Scrimgeour had tried to argue that she just had an accomplice, but Harry had then investigated himself and, working out dates and times with Ginny who gave him the seemingly irrelevant but actually vital clue, he noticed that one of the times she had been ‘stealing the documents’ she had in fact been getting a rather bad sliver removed in the emergency room of St. Mungo’s Hospital.
Hermione had told Ginny about her sliver in some detail because she had been annoyed with the poor amenities of the waiting room at the hospital where she had had to sit waiting for her turn with the healer on duty. Harry reasoned that whoever had framed her had thought for sure she would be home without an alibi. Bless the shoddy wooden stair rails at her back door.
When faced with the incontrovertible truth of Hermione being in two places at once, Harry merely raised his eyebrows and Scrimgeour admitted it sounded like polyjuice potion and she likely hadn’t been the one to steal any of the documents. It took several more interminable days, but finally the Magic Council reluctantly wrote out a parchment releasing Hermione from prison, which Harry was delivering in person along with an explanation, as far as he knew, of what was going on. The real culprits hadn’t been apprehended yet.
“Well, I must say, you do look fetching in stripes, Hermione.” Harry immediately focused on his friend, immensely relieved to see her alive and in fairly good health. It was only when Lucius moved away from under the window, whose light had momentarily dazzled Harry, that Harry saw the other wizard. “Malfoy! What in Merlin’s name are you doing in Hermione’s cell?” Harry raised his wand to defend Hermione against the Death Eater.
Lucius merely raised an ironic eyebrow. Why did everyone make that mistake? Did no one think he merited one of these nasty, squalid little cells for himself?
“Harry! Hermione jumped up off the double cot and ran to her friend, hugging him fiercely. I am so glad to see you. I’ve been put here for something I didn’t do. How did you find me? Are my parents frantic? Can you --”
“HERMIONE! Hush.” Harry put his body between his enemy and his friend protectively. “What are you doing in Hermione’s cell, Malfoy?” Harry’s wand hadn’t budged an inch during Hermione’s impassioned flurry of questions.
Hermione wiggled out from behind her green-eyed savior and stood in front of him, making it impossible for Harry’s wand to connect with her mate. “Harry, no! Don’t you dare hurt Lucius. We’re married. He’s my husband.”
Harry’s wand drooped as he turned fully to face the little witch, “WHAT?! You can’t be serious.” The wand came up again. “If he’s forced you into anything against your will, I’ll personally fry his…,” Harry pointed menacingly to Lucius’ groin, waving his wand dangerously, “Anyway, he’ll look a lot more like a girl to go with that hair, when I’m through with him.” Harry glared at the Death Eater who chose to stay out of the touching reunion for the moment, wondering just why the young prat had shown up. He wasn’t left long to ponder Harry’s appearance in the North Sea prison.
Harry turned to Hermione and said simply, “You’re free. I’m taking you home.”
Wildly different reactions came from the two lovers. Hermione was ecstatic and Lucius’ heart sank to the soles of his bare feet. As Hermione turned to Lucius to share the happy information, she saw his rigid posture and the full ramifications came home to her.
“Oh, Harry,” she instantly turned back to her friend, “I’m so sorry. I can’t go.” Hermione went to the blond wizard and slipped under his arm, putting her own arm around his waist. He didn’t bring up his arm to enfold her though. He merely stood quietly, looking fixedly at the young wizard who had brought such devastating news.
Otto spoke up at that point reminding them all that they had an outside audience, “I’m sorry miss, but you can’t stay here. You’ve been released. Visitors can’t stay in the prison. Warden says you have to come with us.” He looked a bit scandalized at the small female’s assertion that she didn’t want to leave the horrific pile. Who would want to stay in Azkaban if they didn’t have to?
Lucius spoke for the first time, “Mr. Potter, may I have a moment with my wife?”
Harry was ready to deny the supercilious bastard any such thing, but Hermione prettily begged, “Harry, please?”
She looked beseechingly at her dearest friend and he reluctantly acquiesced, saying, “Five minutes, then we leave.” He stared inimically at the older man and spat, “Five minutes!” then he and Otto left the cell. Hermione went to the door and closed it, keeping Lucius’ words private.
“Lucius, I can’t leave you here. Tell me what to do.” Hermione’s eyes swam with tears as the enormity of her situation crashed in on her. She slipped back under his arm, this time putting both her arms around him, looking up at the remote visage above her.
“It appears you have no choice, my dear. But perhaps this is a good thing. You will be free, tidbit. Do you remember our discussions of my plan for my appeal? Instead of leaving the idea in the hands of my solicitor, perhaps you could do the paperwork on the plea for me yourself?”
“Yes, but I don’t want to go without you.” Hermione tried to hug herself into Lucius’ body, resting her cheek on his chest.
“That isn’t the only problem, my dear. Someone out there framed you with polyjuice potion. I don’t know how Potter got you free but you can be sure that isn’t what your villain wants. Did it ever occur to you that you were put in my cell with a possible view to being murdered by me?”
Hermione gasped at the painful realization that if the villain hadn’t wildly miscalculated her husband’s thirst for vengeance against Muggles, she might very well be dead by now, or… she shivered, she could have been put in Bellatrix’s cell!
“If that’s true, who would have the power to select my cell for me?” She queried, at a loss.
“An excellent question but unfortunately, one we can’t answer in the three minutes we have left. I’m merely telling you to be extremely vigilant. I doubt any more polyjuice potion will be used – the parallels to your previous incarceration would be too obvious. For now, I’d recommend changing your duties at the Ministry in case one of those duties has set off this vendetta. You didn’t really want to count toilet paper rolls anyway, did you?
“Or,” Lucius pondered, “I think you should change jobs completely. You could live in the Muggle world until it’s determined you’re safe. Your friend Potter may be able to help you there. I’ll make sure Snape supplies you with any funds you need.” He looked down at his clinging wife, “Would you be willing to research my appeal for me and help my solicitor with the arguments to the Magic Council? If my conviction is overturned, I can protect you. If the conviction stands, you’ll need to stay in the Muggle world until my sentence is finished.”
“Of course I’ll help your solicitor with the appeal and arguments to the Magic Council,” Hermione started to cry in earnest, knowing she was leaving her husband in gaol while she went free. Freedom felt a lot like being ripped in two to her. “Will they let me visit you?”
“Some visitors are occasionally allowed to see prisoners. But I don’t want you to come back here.” Lucius stopped Hermione’s mouth with a hard kiss when she began to remonstrate. “No!”
“But - ”
“NO! Now concentrate. Do you remember my solicitor’s name?” Hermione nodded. “And talk to Snape. He has more details for you to work with.”
The door opened and Harry and Otto re-entered the cell. “Come, Hermione. The Warden can’t wait all day for you.” He stood just inside the door, inflexibility and cordial dislike emanating from his stance as he glared at the man holding his precious friend.
Hermione reached up and pulled Lucius’ head down by his hair, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him fiercely, grinding her lips against his in a desperate attempt to make the kiss last forever. “I love you,” she whispered for the first time, for his ears alone. All their lovemaking had never included those three words from either of them before, each stubbornly waiting for the other one to say it first. Their odd marriage still had some glaring holes in its steamy fabric and neither had been in a hurry to verbally assure the other of their feelings. It had been one of their more ornery games, which they had both enjoyed immensely.
Lucius reared back, his icy eyes flaring in mute interrogation, his face mirroring his shock and then anguish as he removed her delicate little arms and stood away from her. He was holding himself together by main force, unwilling to provide entertainment for the Potter boy.
Hermione ran her hand down his cheek one last time and turned, running out of the cell blindly.
But Harry wasn’t through, “I hope you stay here for a very long time, Malfoy. I’m going to try to get Hermione out of this marriage. It can’t be legal.” Harry strode out of the cell leaving Lucius mercifully alone. Very, very alone.
Lucius immediately concentrated on his dark orb, trying to see his wife in the different views he’d planted around the prison. He saw her dragging her feet down the corridor outside their cell, her hands covering her face. Lucius felt exactly the same way, as he tortured himself with seeing her leaving the cell block and then the front hall of the prison.
His last view was of Hermione pulling her arm out of Harry’s grasp and walking out the massive doors of the prison in nothing but her tiny stripes, her back ramrod straight, ignoring the young wizard who then turned into the Warden’s office. The officious young man hadn’t even offered her his overcoat. Lucius sank onto his cot and stared down at his hands for a long, long time.
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“Well that was clever,” the second voice accused. “Having the polyjuice Hermione sighted at the Ministry when the real one was getting treated at the hospital. Didn’t you have someone watching her place to be sure she stayed put while we framed her?”
“The bitch always stays home in the evening – she has less sex life than a zombie whore. It was a purely unforeseen fluke that she left the house that night,” the first voice replied, stung. “I was watching Grimmauld Place and I never saw her leave.”
“She’s quit her job at the Ministry so we’re safe anyway.” The first voice continued “But I’ve heard that Malfoy’s solicitor is working on an appeal for him. If he gets out and starts looking into her case, he may start to put things together. We’ll just have to hope his appeal is denied and he never realizes he was framed; right now he thinks he was railroaded to Azkaban for political reasons.
“For now we wait. We’ll know soon enough if that interfering blond Death Eater ever starts nosing at the Ministry again,” the first voice pursued. “But why should he? He certainly won’t want to be doing any more favors for the Ministry after the doublecross treatment he got the first time.”
They both smiled unpleasantly. “No, I think we’re safe enough as long as those two don’t hook up again.” The two conspirators finished their tea and left the small Muggle restaurant.
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TBC...
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Well, (LaBib dons a kevlar vest and checks army helmet) I guess the happy ending isn't going to be just around the corner. I promised you a long story and we have a ways to go yet. Please send any death threats to the editor, care of the Hogwarts Headmaster Snape. He can deal with them.
Reviews that don't call my ancestors into question or contain any other vituperation I'll gratefully receive. Wheee, I love the roller coaster!
.
.
Updated 8-18-07
Your reviews blow me away. I'm polishing the story day and night to keep up with your excellent observations and questions. I feel like a member of a Curling team, trying to sweep my story in the right direction ahead of your advancing 'granite stone' reviews. Excellent work, guys! (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Curling)
To answer some questions:
ccrawley Harry's search is covered in this chapter and where is Snape? Remember, Lucius has never told Snape via their owl system that Hermione is in his cell with him. That's our self-serving Lucius. He knows Snape doesn't visit that often.
jw Harry has been relentless in looking for and finding Hermione. The two goon guards, Jax and Ben, are still at the prison. The Warden reprimanded them and they know Lucius now has a husband’s right to kill them if they bother Hermione. Her faux-sores aren’t needed any more.
Scary Bear Hair Is Hermione so very inconsiderate? She just takes what she wants from Lucius, knowing he would serve her the same way without a second's thought. You are absolutely correct about Lucius being the inconsiderate one. She isn't his doormat in any sense. It's a vital part of their equality. They are VERY well matched.
NOW ---
To see a CLOSE-UP of Jason Isaacs’ face as Lucius Malfoy at a gigantic magnification where the face is the size of yours, go to:
http://www.allmoviephoto.com/photo/2007_harry_potter_order_
of_the_phoenix_036.html
Watch out! It merely looks like an ad for "all movie photos" at the top. SCROLL DOWN at least 8 inches and over to the right 8 inches.It’s completely hypnotizing seeing those beautiful eyes as close up, life-size, as if you were kissing him. Oh, those eyes!!
And now (she mumbles) the roller coaster...
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Chapter Twelve
Anguish
Lucius and Hermione heard the knock on their cell door, caught each other’s eyes and silently laughed together. Otto had taken to knocking before he came into their cell and the idea of a guard politely knocking for entrance tickled both of the Malfoys, though they would never have mentioned that to Otto. They knew how lucky they were that it was Otto guarding their cell block now, and not Jax or Ben, neither of whom they had seen recently.
That day, Otto opened the door and let in an astounded Harry who was having trouble understanding the guard’s meek knock on a cell door. What did the guard think this was, the Savoy? But Harry brushed the unusual behavior aside – he was absolutely livid with the prison and the Ministry for putting his best friend into such a dismal place with nearly no due process.
Harry’s war record and heroic defeat of Voldemort gave him more clout than nearly anyone else in the magic world, and when Hermione went missing he had initially tried to find her by asking the authorities to search everywhere for her. At first, no one had had any information for him so he applied pressure on the Minister for Magic. When the word finally came back that she was in Azkaban, Harry nearly had apoplexy.
Inquiry slowly uncovered that she had been sentenced in indecent haste for the theft of sensitive documents so she couldn’t pass the information along. Harry knew against all evidence to the contrary, that Hermione would never have done what she was accused of, and it took very little real effort to learn that the documents had in fact been leaked anyway, but well after Hermione was put in the North Sea cell. Harry had tried several times to get a pass to Azkaban, but each time he had been denied. He had finally gone to Scrimgeour for all the specifics of her case.
Scrimgeour had tried to argue that she just had an accomplice, but Harry had then investigated himself and, working out dates and times with Ginny who gave him the seemingly irrelevant but actually vital clue, he noticed that one of the times she had been ‘stealing the documents’ she had in fact been getting a rather bad sliver removed in the emergency room of St. Mungo’s Hospital.
Hermione had told Ginny about her sliver in some detail because she had been annoyed with the poor amenities of the waiting room at the hospital where she had had to sit waiting for her turn with the healer on duty. Harry reasoned that whoever had framed her had thought for sure she would be home without an alibi. Bless the shoddy wooden stair rails at her back door.
When faced with the incontrovertible truth of Hermione being in two places at once, Harry merely raised his eyebrows and Scrimgeour admitted it sounded like polyjuice potion and she likely hadn’t been the one to steal any of the documents. It took several more interminable days, but finally the Magic Council reluctantly wrote out a parchment releasing Hermione from prison, which Harry was delivering in person along with an explanation, as far as he knew, of what was going on. The real culprits hadn’t been apprehended yet.
“Well, I must say, you do look fetching in stripes, Hermione.” Harry immediately focused on his friend, immensely relieved to see her alive and in fairly good health. It was only when Lucius moved away from under the window, whose light had momentarily dazzled Harry, that Harry saw the other wizard. “Malfoy! What in Merlin’s name are you doing in Hermione’s cell?” Harry raised his wand to defend Hermione against the Death Eater.
Lucius merely raised an ironic eyebrow. Why did everyone make that mistake? Did no one think he merited one of these nasty, squalid little cells for himself?
“Harry! Hermione jumped up off the double cot and ran to her friend, hugging him fiercely. I am so glad to see you. I’ve been put here for something I didn’t do. How did you find me? Are my parents frantic? Can you --”
“HERMIONE! Hush.” Harry put his body between his enemy and his friend protectively. “What are you doing in Hermione’s cell, Malfoy?” Harry’s wand hadn’t budged an inch during Hermione’s impassioned flurry of questions.
Hermione wiggled out from behind her green-eyed savior and stood in front of him, making it impossible for Harry’s wand to connect with her mate. “Harry, no! Don’t you dare hurt Lucius. We’re married. He’s my husband.”
Harry’s wand drooped as he turned fully to face the little witch, “WHAT?! You can’t be serious.” The wand came up again. “If he’s forced you into anything against your will, I’ll personally fry his…,” Harry pointed menacingly to Lucius’ groin, waving his wand dangerously, “Anyway, he’ll look a lot more like a girl to go with that hair, when I’m through with him.” Harry glared at the Death Eater who chose to stay out of the touching reunion for the moment, wondering just why the young prat had shown up. He wasn’t left long to ponder Harry’s appearance in the North Sea prison.
Harry turned to Hermione and said simply, “You’re free. I’m taking you home.”
Wildly different reactions came from the two lovers. Hermione was ecstatic and Lucius’ heart sank to the soles of his bare feet. As Hermione turned to Lucius to share the happy information, she saw his rigid posture and the full ramifications came home to her.
“Oh, Harry,” she instantly turned back to her friend, “I’m so sorry. I can’t go.” Hermione went to the blond wizard and slipped under his arm, putting her own arm around his waist. He didn’t bring up his arm to enfold her though. He merely stood quietly, looking fixedly at the young wizard who had brought such devastating news.
Otto spoke up at that point reminding them all that they had an outside audience, “I’m sorry miss, but you can’t stay here. You’ve been released. Visitors can’t stay in the prison. Warden says you have to come with us.” He looked a bit scandalized at the small female’s assertion that she didn’t want to leave the horrific pile. Who would want to stay in Azkaban if they didn’t have to?
Lucius spoke for the first time, “Mr. Potter, may I have a moment with my wife?”
Harry was ready to deny the supercilious bastard any such thing, but Hermione prettily begged, “Harry, please?”
She looked beseechingly at her dearest friend and he reluctantly acquiesced, saying, “Five minutes, then we leave.” He stared inimically at the older man and spat, “Five minutes!” then he and Otto left the cell. Hermione went to the door and closed it, keeping Lucius’ words private.
“Lucius, I can’t leave you here. Tell me what to do.” Hermione’s eyes swam with tears as the enormity of her situation crashed in on her. She slipped back under his arm, this time putting both her arms around him, looking up at the remote visage above her.
“It appears you have no choice, my dear. But perhaps this is a good thing. You will be free, tidbit. Do you remember our discussions of my plan for my appeal? Instead of leaving the idea in the hands of my solicitor, perhaps you could do the paperwork on the plea for me yourself?”
“Yes, but I don’t want to go without you.” Hermione tried to hug herself into Lucius’ body, resting her cheek on his chest.
“That isn’t the only problem, my dear. Someone out there framed you with polyjuice potion. I don’t know how Potter got you free but you can be sure that isn’t what your villain wants. Did it ever occur to you that you were put in my cell with a possible view to being murdered by me?”
Hermione gasped at the painful realization that if the villain hadn’t wildly miscalculated her husband’s thirst for vengeance against Muggles, she might very well be dead by now, or… she shivered, she could have been put in Bellatrix’s cell!
“If that’s true, who would have the power to select my cell for me?” She queried, at a loss.
“An excellent question but unfortunately, one we can’t answer in the three minutes we have left. I’m merely telling you to be extremely vigilant. I doubt any more polyjuice potion will be used – the parallels to your previous incarceration would be too obvious. For now, I’d recommend changing your duties at the Ministry in case one of those duties has set off this vendetta. You didn’t really want to count toilet paper rolls anyway, did you?
“Or,” Lucius pondered, “I think you should change jobs completely. You could live in the Muggle world until it’s determined you’re safe. Your friend Potter may be able to help you there. I’ll make sure Snape supplies you with any funds you need.” He looked down at his clinging wife, “Would you be willing to research my appeal for me and help my solicitor with the arguments to the Magic Council? If my conviction is overturned, I can protect you. If the conviction stands, you’ll need to stay in the Muggle world until my sentence is finished.”
“Of course I’ll help your solicitor with the appeal and arguments to the Magic Council,” Hermione started to cry in earnest, knowing she was leaving her husband in gaol while she went free. Freedom felt a lot like being ripped in two to her. “Will they let me visit you?”
“Some visitors are occasionally allowed to see prisoners. But I don’t want you to come back here.” Lucius stopped Hermione’s mouth with a hard kiss when she began to remonstrate. “No!”
“But - ”
“NO! Now concentrate. Do you remember my solicitor’s name?” Hermione nodded. “And talk to Snape. He has more details for you to work with.”
The door opened and Harry and Otto re-entered the cell. “Come, Hermione. The Warden can’t wait all day for you.” He stood just inside the door, inflexibility and cordial dislike emanating from his stance as he glared at the man holding his precious friend.
Hermione reached up and pulled Lucius’ head down by his hair, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him fiercely, grinding her lips against his in a desperate attempt to make the kiss last forever. “I love you,” she whispered for the first time, for his ears alone. All their lovemaking had never included those three words from either of them before, each stubbornly waiting for the other one to say it first. Their odd marriage still had some glaring holes in its steamy fabric and neither had been in a hurry to verbally assure the other of their feelings. It had been one of their more ornery games, which they had both enjoyed immensely.
Lucius reared back, his icy eyes flaring in mute interrogation, his face mirroring his shock and then anguish as he removed her delicate little arms and stood away from her. He was holding himself together by main force, unwilling to provide entertainment for the Potter boy.
Hermione ran her hand down his cheek one last time and turned, running out of the cell blindly.
But Harry wasn’t through, “I hope you stay here for a very long time, Malfoy. I’m going to try to get Hermione out of this marriage. It can’t be legal.” Harry strode out of the cell leaving Lucius mercifully alone. Very, very alone.
Lucius immediately concentrated on his dark orb, trying to see his wife in the different views he’d planted around the prison. He saw her dragging her feet down the corridor outside their cell, her hands covering her face. Lucius felt exactly the same way, as he tortured himself with seeing her leaving the cell block and then the front hall of the prison.
His last view was of Hermione pulling her arm out of Harry’s grasp and walking out the massive doors of the prison in nothing but her tiny stripes, her back ramrod straight, ignoring the young wizard who then turned into the Warden’s office. The officious young man hadn’t even offered her his overcoat. Lucius sank onto his cot and stared down at his hands for a long, long time.
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“Well that was clever,” the second voice accused. “Having the polyjuice Hermione sighted at the Ministry when the real one was getting treated at the hospital. Didn’t you have someone watching her place to be sure she stayed put while we framed her?”
“The bitch always stays home in the evening – she has less sex life than a zombie whore. It was a purely unforeseen fluke that she left the house that night,” the first voice replied, stung. “I was watching Grimmauld Place and I never saw her leave.”
“She’s quit her job at the Ministry so we’re safe anyway.” The first voice continued “But I’ve heard that Malfoy’s solicitor is working on an appeal for him. If he gets out and starts looking into her case, he may start to put things together. We’ll just have to hope his appeal is denied and he never realizes he was framed; right now he thinks he was railroaded to Azkaban for political reasons.
“For now we wait. We’ll know soon enough if that interfering blond Death Eater ever starts nosing at the Ministry again,” the first voice pursued. “But why should he? He certainly won’t want to be doing any more favors for the Ministry after the doublecross treatment he got the first time.”
They both smiled unpleasantly. “No, I think we’re safe enough as long as those two don’t hook up again.” The two conspirators finished their tea and left the small Muggle restaurant.
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TBC...
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Well, (LaBib dons a kevlar vest and checks army helmet) I guess the happy ending isn't going to be just around the corner. I promised you a long story and we have a ways to go yet. Please send any death threats to the editor, care of the Hogwarts Headmaster Snape. He can deal with them.
Reviews that don't call my ancestors into question or contain any other vituperation I'll gratefully receive. Wheee, I love the roller coaster!
.
.