The Enemy of My Enemy is My Friend
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
22
Views:
4,233
Reviews:
40
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 15
Chapter 15:
Narcissa sits in front of a vanity mirror in her rooms at the OUBLIETTE. The magical clock says it midnight. Narcissa is brushing her hair and she has on a long silver color silk night robe. Malvenia sits in a chair across the room sipping on an unknown drink.
“What a fine mess this is,” snickers Malvenia.
“Absolutely,” breathes Narcissa still brushing her hair.
“Should be easy enough to manipulate considering to predictability of those involved,” mentions a third party.
“True, but can you could count on any predictability with Voldermort,” smirks Malvenia.
Immediately, Narcissa stops brushing her hair and then she begins again. “Think about it, one side has an over developed sense of honor and very little cunning and the other side runs completely on brute force. A perfect recipe for us to work things to our own ends,” concedes Narcissa.
“Now Cissa, play nice,” soothes the voice.
“I just worry about the boys,” Narcissa muses.
“Don’t worry dear, Severus will do what he can. He wants to protect his son. He has obligations to fulfill. He knows what to do; and he’s a Dumbledore. I swears they have more lives than a cat,” contends Malvenia.
“I just wish you would were here, Lily. You always had such a hold on these brutes,” Narcissa sighs as she puts her brush on the vanity and looks into the vanity mirror. The mirror holds a vision of young Lily Evans not a reflection of Narcissa.
The mirror smirks. “Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.”
Narcissa sits in front of a vanity mirror in her rooms at the OUBLIETTE. The magical clock says it midnight. Narcissa is brushing her hair and she has on a long silver color silk night robe. Malvenia sits in a chair across the room sipping on an unknown drink.
“What a fine mess this is,” snickers Malvenia.
“Absolutely,” breathes Narcissa still brushing her hair.
“Should be easy enough to manipulate considering to predictability of those involved,” mentions a third party.
“True, but can you could count on any predictability with Voldermort,” smirks Malvenia.
Immediately, Narcissa stops brushing her hair and then she begins again. “Think about it, one side has an over developed sense of honor and very little cunning and the other side runs completely on brute force. A perfect recipe for us to work things to our own ends,” concedes Narcissa.
“Now Cissa, play nice,” soothes the voice.
“I just worry about the boys,” Narcissa muses.
“Don’t worry dear, Severus will do what he can. He wants to protect his son. He has obligations to fulfill. He knows what to do; and he’s a Dumbledore. I swears they have more lives than a cat,” contends Malvenia.
“I just wish you would were here, Lily. You always had such a hold on these brutes,” Narcissa sighs as she puts her brush on the vanity and looks into the vanity mirror. The mirror holds a vision of young Lily Evans not a reflection of Narcissa.
The mirror smirks. “Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.”