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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
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Adult +
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21
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21,070
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237
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Currently Reading:
2
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Chapter II
Lovely Reviewers:
Neville_fans_unite - Why not check out the other?
Citten - Coats-of-arms are FUCKING awesome. Pardon the language! I had to look up some information about what the symbols on them mean. I KNOW I am a loser. Green and Silver work nice as they are Slytherin colors but the colors actually work for meaning what I want as well, silver in sincerity and green is loyalty in love...I believe...so it worked out lovely by mistake...snakes are wisdom...crowns are power...the lady with the sword speaks for itself...dragons are, of course, defenders of their treasure.
meankitty69 - You are a needy one...that is okay...I don't mind...
catseye_dragon - I am glad that you liked it.
Linneh - One of the stories is flowing a bit better, a little easier to read.
Heidi191976 - Look forward now...*wink*
Voracious Reader - I like hooking folks!
VampireSeductress - I always claim that people may wait longer than they will.
Ashley - Here it be.
HermioneMalfoyFan - I did read your other review. It was almost a pamphelet in length. Made me feel special! Update is finally here.
Lupin is my thing! *WINK* Lupin reminds me of my closest friend. I even consider this friend to be the physical replica of my imagination's design of the character...
Lucius is upet about what happened. He was speaking of his own feelings. He knows rationally that she couldn't have known, but it doesn't change what she did or how he feels. Real life is that way. You can understand something so well and still hate it with every fiber our being possesses and wish it were different.
The medications aren't working...it could be a number of things. I believe that I will be getting some oh-so-delightful blood tests in the future.
Lauriurix - Read more then...read both stories...READ! FIGHT WITH THE CHARACTERS! HELP THEM OVERCOME THEIR PROBLEMS! Oh, and review when you're done, I do so enjoy our little back and forth banter.
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Thank you to those who are reading and reviewing both. I hope that they are both equally enjoyable.
I am dealing with clinical Dysmennorea right now, I am not the least bit sorry that you had to wait, though in future this message might make me feel bad for typing such a thing. I almost have pain pills coming out of my ass! I have taken three different classes of them...I feel almost nothing whatsoever. Pain pills make me a bit loopy...
I send hugs to all who compare me with Bellatrix Lestrange! She's my hero!
As always, please read BOTH sequels...makes me feel special...ESPECIALLY when you REVIEW!
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Hermione felt herself spiral down and down until stopping in the library. She was staring at herself. She looked around and saw…Lucius.
“Lucius,” Hermione tried to talk to him. “Please, I’m so sorry.”
Lucius didn’t look at her, and instantly, Hermione felt like a fool. She knew that Lucius wouldn’t be able to hear her.
He sat there with his legs drawn to his chest as he stared at her.
As she looked at herself, she realized how childish she’d been. Treating him with the same disdain that his son treated her with, that he had treated the other muggleborn girl with. How was she any better? She was in many ways worse. She wouldn’t tell him why she was angry; she’d been so selfish so stupid. She was prejudiced against him for using the word, and he was prejudiced for using it. When did it end?
The tapping at the window drew her attention from her scrutiny of her past actions.
She looked over and saw an owl sitting outside looking impatient.
He looked out and opened the window to allow a spotted owl to fly in and land on his knee. The bird held out its leg to Lucius. He took the missive that was attached, and the bird nipped his finger drawing blood.
Lucius glared at the foul tempered monster as it flapped away.
He opened the letter and paled as he read what it said. He felt numb. He began to tremble.
Hermione moved quickly and peered over his shoulder.
Boy,
Tonight is the night. The letter will act as a portkey. You will come to a clearing, and you will pledge your loyalty to Our Lord. If you don’t, disinheritance will be the least of your problems.
Hermione swiped her hands over her eyes as she read the menace of the letter. No wonder Lucius broke down. He’d had his life threatened. No wonder he wanted her to wait up for him.
He looked over at Hermione. She was not paying attention to him; she was too engrossed in her book and didn't care that he was there in the first place. He approached her quietly. He shoved the note from his father into his pocket.
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Hermione found herself in the middle of a field. The full moon shone bright overhead, and six people in long black robes stood there.
Lucius stared at the creature talking to him. He kept his face neutral and mental walls up so the Dark Lord wouldn't know how reviled Lucius was by him.
“You hesitated a long time, boy,” the Dark Lord said with lips turned down. “Crucio.”
Fire rushing through his veins. Bones snapping. Eyes clinched shut. His limbs wildly convulsing. His voice screaming to the heavens.
“Lucius,” Hermione knelt next to him and tried to touch him, comfort him, pull him into her lap as tears poured.
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Hermione found herself by the shrieking shack.
“Hermione!” she heard Lucius yell in an anguished tone.
Hermione vanished just as a spell abolished the area where she’d been, scorching the ground and removing all the vegetation.
“NO!” Lucius screamed, running to the destroyed track. He dropped to his knees as tears streamed. “What did you do to her?”
“She would keep you from your potential, boy,” the man in death eater garb said. “She is a weakness.”
Lucius clutched his wand as his hair fell to shroud his face. Lucius just sat there smoothing his hand over the spot where she’d been, not seeing anything, not hearing anything.
All the bangs of the battle in Hogsmeade were around him.
A loud crack signaled the dis-apparition of the death eater.
Lucius fell back on his legs.
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Hermione found herself in the Headmaster’s office.
Lucius was on his knees in front of the old man’s desk as tears poured down his cheeks.
“Please help me, cousin,” Lucius said, staring at the floor.
He held his left arm exposed out to Dumbledore.
“What will you do in return?” Dumbledore asked.
“Whatever you ask of me, I will do,” Lucius said. Magic swirled around them as he spoke.
“No one may know that you are a spy. Every one in public must believe what will be fabricated for them. They must believe that you think yourself above others.”
“I understand, sir,” Lucius said.
“This was discovered in Miss Beaumont’s possessions,” Dumbledore said, passing a soft blue envelope to the boy.
Lucius took it in his hand.
“What is this?”
“Only you can open it,” Dumbledore said. “Miss Beaumont was a clever witch. She made sure that it was only for you.”
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Hermione found herself in Lucius’ Slytherin suite.
Lucius sat on his bed with the blue envelope in his hands twisting it and turning it.
A calendar was on the desk, and it showed that it had only been two days since she left.
He ran a single finger softly over the seal and the top edge before tapping his wand to it.
A small piece of parchment floated out as the envelope rose from his hand to glow gold.
Who can say where the road goes,
Where the day flows, only time?
And who can say if your love grows,
As your heart chose, only time?
Lucius listened to the eerie melody and Hermione’s voice accompanying it.
Who can say why your heart sighs
As your love flies, only time?
And who can say why your heart cries
when your love lies, only time?
Lucius shoved his face on his knees as the golden glow intensified.
Who can say when the roads meet,
That love might be, in your heart?
and who can say when the day sleeps,
"IF" the night keeps all your heart?
Night keeps all your heart…
Lucius closed his eyes as it flowed around him.
Who can say if your love grows,
As your heart chose, only time?
And who can say where the road goes
Where the day flows, only time?
Lucius’ mouth twitched wanting to smile at the sound that he thought he would never hear again.
Who knows? Only time
Who knows? Only time
Hermione inched toward him as he unfurled the parchment. She peered over his shoulder and read the note she’d left.
Dear Lucius,
Mors porta est.
Tempus fenestra est.
Revertam.
I wish it was more.
All my love,
Hermione
*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*
Hermione exited the memories.
Tears poured down her cheeks.
Lucius was on their side. Lucius was good. Lucius cared.
She had to go to him. She had to help him.
Hermione rose and ran to the entrance to the tower. It didn’t budge. Realizing that it was still unsafe to exit that way, she ran up the steps to the tower. She flung open her old dorm room at the top of the stairs. She flung open the window and searched the world below.
She spotted him after what felt like hours of searching. She felt her heart rise in her chest when she saw him blast a death eater. She sobbed when she saw another one slowly making his way toward her. She jumped.
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Mors porta est. = Death is a gate.
Tempus fenestra est. = Time is a window.
Revertam. = I will return.
That is of course assuming my Latin is sharp...It should at the very least be close!
The song is "Only Time" by Enya...which is where I got the title of the fic as well. I am very fond of the song...You can listen to it on youtube!
Hope y'all enjoyed...
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Neville_fans_unite - Why not check out the other?
Citten - Coats-of-arms are FUCKING awesome. Pardon the language! I had to look up some information about what the symbols on them mean. I KNOW I am a loser. Green and Silver work nice as they are Slytherin colors but the colors actually work for meaning what I want as well, silver in sincerity and green is loyalty in love...I believe...so it worked out lovely by mistake...snakes are wisdom...crowns are power...the lady with the sword speaks for itself...dragons are, of course, defenders of their treasure.
meankitty69 - You are a needy one...that is okay...I don't mind...
catseye_dragon - I am glad that you liked it.
Linneh - One of the stories is flowing a bit better, a little easier to read.
Heidi191976 - Look forward now...*wink*
Voracious Reader - I like hooking folks!
VampireSeductress - I always claim that people may wait longer than they will.
Ashley - Here it be.
HermioneMalfoyFan - I did read your other review. It was almost a pamphelet in length. Made me feel special! Update is finally here.
Lupin is my thing! *WINK* Lupin reminds me of my closest friend. I even consider this friend to be the physical replica of my imagination's design of the character...
Lucius is upet about what happened. He was speaking of his own feelings. He knows rationally that she couldn't have known, but it doesn't change what she did or how he feels. Real life is that way. You can understand something so well and still hate it with every fiber our being possesses and wish it were different.
The medications aren't working...it could be a number of things. I believe that I will be getting some oh-so-delightful blood tests in the future.
Lauriurix - Read more then...read both stories...READ! FIGHT WITH THE CHARACTERS! HELP THEM OVERCOME THEIR PROBLEMS! Oh, and review when you're done, I do so enjoy our little back and forth banter.
*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*
Thank you to those who are reading and reviewing both. I hope that they are both equally enjoyable.
I am dealing with clinical Dysmennorea right now, I am not the least bit sorry that you had to wait, though in future this message might make me feel bad for typing such a thing. I almost have pain pills coming out of my ass! I have taken three different classes of them...I feel almost nothing whatsoever. Pain pills make me a bit loopy...
I send hugs to all who compare me with Bellatrix Lestrange! She's my hero!
As always, please read BOTH sequels...makes me feel special...ESPECIALLY when you REVIEW!
*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*
Hermione felt herself spiral down and down until stopping in the library. She was staring at herself. She looked around and saw…Lucius.
“Lucius,” Hermione tried to talk to him. “Please, I’m so sorry.”
Lucius didn’t look at her, and instantly, Hermione felt like a fool. She knew that Lucius wouldn’t be able to hear her.
He sat there with his legs drawn to his chest as he stared at her.
As she looked at herself, she realized how childish she’d been. Treating him with the same disdain that his son treated her with, that he had treated the other muggleborn girl with. How was she any better? She was in many ways worse. She wouldn’t tell him why she was angry; she’d been so selfish so stupid. She was prejudiced against him for using the word, and he was prejudiced for using it. When did it end?
The tapping at the window drew her attention from her scrutiny of her past actions.
She looked over and saw an owl sitting outside looking impatient.
He looked out and opened the window to allow a spotted owl to fly in and land on his knee. The bird held out its leg to Lucius. He took the missive that was attached, and the bird nipped his finger drawing blood.
Lucius glared at the foul tempered monster as it flapped away.
He opened the letter and paled as he read what it said. He felt numb. He began to tremble.
Hermione moved quickly and peered over his shoulder.
Boy,
Tonight is the night. The letter will act as a portkey. You will come to a clearing, and you will pledge your loyalty to Our Lord. If you don’t, disinheritance will be the least of your problems.
Hermione swiped her hands over her eyes as she read the menace of the letter. No wonder Lucius broke down. He’d had his life threatened. No wonder he wanted her to wait up for him.
He looked over at Hermione. She was not paying attention to him; she was too engrossed in her book and didn't care that he was there in the first place. He approached her quietly. He shoved the note from his father into his pocket.
*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*
Hermione found herself in the middle of a field. The full moon shone bright overhead, and six people in long black robes stood there.
Lucius stared at the creature talking to him. He kept his face neutral and mental walls up so the Dark Lord wouldn't know how reviled Lucius was by him.
“You hesitated a long time, boy,” the Dark Lord said with lips turned down. “Crucio.”
Fire rushing through his veins. Bones snapping. Eyes clinched shut. His limbs wildly convulsing. His voice screaming to the heavens.
“Lucius,” Hermione knelt next to him and tried to touch him, comfort him, pull him into her lap as tears poured.
*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*
Hermione found herself by the shrieking shack.
“Hermione!” she heard Lucius yell in an anguished tone.
Hermione vanished just as a spell abolished the area where she’d been, scorching the ground and removing all the vegetation.
“NO!” Lucius screamed, running to the destroyed track. He dropped to his knees as tears streamed. “What did you do to her?”
“She would keep you from your potential, boy,” the man in death eater garb said. “She is a weakness.”
Lucius clutched his wand as his hair fell to shroud his face. Lucius just sat there smoothing his hand over the spot where she’d been, not seeing anything, not hearing anything.
All the bangs of the battle in Hogsmeade were around him.
A loud crack signaled the dis-apparition of the death eater.
Lucius fell back on his legs.
*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*
Hermione found herself in the Headmaster’s office.
Lucius was on his knees in front of the old man’s desk as tears poured down his cheeks.
“Please help me, cousin,” Lucius said, staring at the floor.
He held his left arm exposed out to Dumbledore.
“What will you do in return?” Dumbledore asked.
“Whatever you ask of me, I will do,” Lucius said. Magic swirled around them as he spoke.
“No one may know that you are a spy. Every one in public must believe what will be fabricated for them. They must believe that you think yourself above others.”
“I understand, sir,” Lucius said.
“This was discovered in Miss Beaumont’s possessions,” Dumbledore said, passing a soft blue envelope to the boy.
Lucius took it in his hand.
“What is this?”
“Only you can open it,” Dumbledore said. “Miss Beaumont was a clever witch. She made sure that it was only for you.”
*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*
Hermione found herself in Lucius’ Slytherin suite.
Lucius sat on his bed with the blue envelope in his hands twisting it and turning it.
A calendar was on the desk, and it showed that it had only been two days since she left.
He ran a single finger softly over the seal and the top edge before tapping his wand to it.
A small piece of parchment floated out as the envelope rose from his hand to glow gold.
Who can say where the road goes,
Where the day flows, only time?
And who can say if your love grows,
As your heart chose, only time?
Lucius listened to the eerie melody and Hermione’s voice accompanying it.
Who can say why your heart sighs
As your love flies, only time?
And who can say why your heart cries
when your love lies, only time?
Lucius shoved his face on his knees as the golden glow intensified.
Who can say when the roads meet,
That love might be, in your heart?
and who can say when the day sleeps,
"IF" the night keeps all your heart?
Night keeps all your heart…
Lucius closed his eyes as it flowed around him.
Who can say if your love grows,
As your heart chose, only time?
And who can say where the road goes
Where the day flows, only time?
Lucius’ mouth twitched wanting to smile at the sound that he thought he would never hear again.
Who knows? Only time
Who knows? Only time
Hermione inched toward him as he unfurled the parchment. She peered over his shoulder and read the note she’d left.
Dear Lucius,
Mors porta est.
Tempus fenestra est.
Revertam.
I wish it was more.
All my love,
Hermione
*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*
Hermione exited the memories.
Tears poured down her cheeks.
Lucius was on their side. Lucius was good. Lucius cared.
She had to go to him. She had to help him.
Hermione rose and ran to the entrance to the tower. It didn’t budge. Realizing that it was still unsafe to exit that way, she ran up the steps to the tower. She flung open her old dorm room at the top of the stairs. She flung open the window and searched the world below.
She spotted him after what felt like hours of searching. She felt her heart rise in her chest when she saw him blast a death eater. She sobbed when she saw another one slowly making his way toward her. She jumped.
*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*
Mors porta est. = Death is a gate.
Tempus fenestra est. = Time is a window.
Revertam. = I will return.
That is of course assuming my Latin is sharp...It should at the very least be close!
The song is "Only Time" by Enya...which is where I got the title of the fic as well. I am very fond of the song...You can listen to it on youtube!
Hope y'all enjoyed...
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