Daughter of Leda
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
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Adult +
Chapters:
23
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18,623
Reviews:
99
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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Mystery Letters
Hermione smirked with the greatest satisfaction as she set aside the note to be mailed. There was no way that Lucius Malfoy would ever suspect her true identity. At least, not at first. He would eventually have to figure it out if she was to use him to help her, but there was no need to rush. She would enjoy her game for the moment, and hope that what Leda needed of her would make itself apparent soon.
Lucius Malfoy was sitting in his study, papers spread out across his desk and a small lunch before him, when one of his house elves appeared beside him. She placed a small note on the desk beside him and left immediately. Lucius received a great deal of letters daily, but there was something about this one that sparked his immediate curiosity. Opening it quickly his eyes scanned the delicate script quickly, inhaling the distinctly feminine scent that seemed embedded in the pages.
He fell back against his chair and stared at the page. Leda, and the daughter she had foreseen, was something of his family’s legends. So many times as a boy his grandfather had told him stories of Leda. He’d heard how beautiful she was, how intelligent she was, and how kind she ways. He’d also heard that she was strong, at times manipulative, and could do her duty with a coldness that you’d never expect. If her ‘daughter’ was half so gifted then there would scarcely be another witch to rival her. To think that he would learn her identity was something of his dreams.
Why did she make him wait though? Why hide behind the epithet that Leda had given her? Did he know her? Or was she a stranger? All these questions and more filled his mind, and even with his own Slytherin qualities he was at a loss to comprehend it. Still, he reasoned, it might suggest she was not in support of the Dark Lord, whoever she might be. If she were, he doubted she’d be so reluctant to come to him. Among his Lord’s circles he was well respected. It was a thought to consider, really. If she was against Lord Voldemort, then how well could he carry out his vow? To which must be his loyalty?
They were questions that he had no ready answer for, and Lucius knew he would have none until he learned more of Leda’s descendant. He grabbed his quill excitedly and penned a quick note in reply.
He achieved little for the rest of his evening. He was too curious, too excited to think of anything else.
Hermione was not kept waiting long. Not long into the evening the owl returned with a note from Lucius Malfoy. Retreating to her bedroom with the note she curled up in the covers on her bed and prepared herself for what she hoped would be a very entertaining letter. Imagine, she thought, if he knew such haste had been wasted on a mudblood.
Hermione giggled at the idea of Lucius Malfoy being her humble servant. Or better yet, if that offer extended to Draco as well, then that would be something to see. All these years of tormenting her and it would be they at her mercy. It was well worth a few moments picturing, though unfortunately she had to make herself ill by allowing those thoughts to wander to those of a sexual nature. Draco was thought the sex god of Slytherin, and she had heard similar of his father, but their affiliation with the Dark Lord and the wrong they had done to herself and her friends made it hard to enjoy such daydreaming. Hard, but not impossible, she thought to herself.
“Let’s see what he makes of this,” she said under her breath as she finished writing the short reply. Sending it off quickly she lay in bed and began contemplating whether the Malfoy tendencies might just hold some appeal.
It had been years since Lucius had drank himself to sleep, but he’d had such a hard time with his thoughts the night before that he’d finally resorted to two full bottles of Ogden’s. The normally comfortable leather chair he sat in by the fireplace had made his back sore, and his neck felt little better. It was several minutes and two potions later before he could think well enough to see the letter that had come in the night.
From the moment he saw it, not even knowing for a fact that it was from her, his thoughts were consumed with Leda and her descendant. He had always hoped she would be born in his lifetime, and he kept trying to guess what she must look like. He had seen a portrait of Leda years ago and she had been beautiful.
No promises, indeed. To say that her response was disappointing to him would be an understatement. Lucius Malfoy was used to getting what he wanted, and with that in mind he grabbed his quill.
A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who left me review on the first chapter. I'm very glad everyone seems to be enjoying the concept as much as I am. This chapter is more or less just setting the stage for what will occur, but I hope it was equally enjoyable!
Lucius Malfoy was sitting in his study, papers spread out across his desk and a small lunch before him, when one of his house elves appeared beside him. She placed a small note on the desk beside him and left immediately. Lucius received a great deal of letters daily, but there was something about this one that sparked his immediate curiosity. Opening it quickly his eyes scanned the delicate script quickly, inhaling the distinctly feminine scent that seemed embedded in the pages.
My dearest Mr. Malfoy,
It is with great happiness that I have come into the knowledge of an inheritance of mine that also happens to affect your family. My great-great-grandmother was Leda Hermione Atreus, a woman who I have heard was a quite charming and very talented witch. She entrusted certain events into my care, and mentioned to me a certain promise that your family had taken because of the situation.
In her letters to me I was ensured of the Malfoy line’s loyalty and great closeness with my own kin, and as such I had hopes of a renewed relationship. It was also my intent to discover whether or not the Vow has survived in your family, or if it, as so much of history, has been forgotten with time. My owl will await your reply.
Respectfully yours,
“Daughter of Leda”
He fell back against his chair and stared at the page. Leda, and the daughter she had foreseen, was something of his family’s legends. So many times as a boy his grandfather had told him stories of Leda. He’d heard how beautiful she was, how intelligent she was, and how kind she ways. He’d also heard that she was strong, at times manipulative, and could do her duty with a coldness that you’d never expect. If her ‘daughter’ was half so gifted then there would scarcely be another witch to rival her. To think that he would learn her identity was something of his dreams.
Why did she make him wait though? Why hide behind the epithet that Leda had given her? Did he know her? Or was she a stranger? All these questions and more filled his mind, and even with his own Slytherin qualities he was at a loss to comprehend it. Still, he reasoned, it might suggest she was not in support of the Dark Lord, whoever she might be. If she were, he doubted she’d be so reluctant to come to him. Among his Lord’s circles he was well respected. It was a thought to consider, really. If she was against Lord Voldemort, then how well could he carry out his vow? To which must be his loyalty?
They were questions that he had no ready answer for, and Lucius knew he would have none until he learned more of Leda’s descendant. He grabbed his quill excitedly and penned a quick note in reply.
He achieved little for the rest of his evening. He was too curious, too excited to think of anything else.
Hermione was not kept waiting long. Not long into the evening the owl returned with a note from Lucius Malfoy. Retreating to her bedroom with the note she curled up in the covers on her bed and prepared herself for what she hoped would be a very entertaining letter. Imagine, she thought, if he knew such haste had been wasted on a mudblood.
Dearest Lady,
The Malfoy’s have remained true to the requests of the Lady Leda, and have taken pride in their loyalty to the daughter she foresaw. My assistance is yours at any time and in any form you desire. It would be a great pleasure if you would see deign to visit Malfoy Manor as soon as it is convenient for you.
Your humble servant,
Lucius Malfoy
Hermione giggled at the idea of Lucius Malfoy being her humble servant. Or better yet, if that offer extended to Draco as well, then that would be something to see. All these years of tormenting her and it would be they at her mercy. It was well worth a few moments picturing, though unfortunately she had to make herself ill by allowing those thoughts to wander to those of a sexual nature. Draco was thought the sex god of Slytherin, and she had heard similar of his father, but their affiliation with the Dark Lord and the wrong they had done to herself and her friends made it hard to enjoy such daydreaming. Hard, but not impossible, she thought to herself.
Dearest Mr. Malfoy,
May I address you as Lucius?
Unfortunately my status in the wizarding world is such that a meeting at this particular moment might not be best. I will consider, but can make no promises.
Respectfully yours,
“Daughter of Leda”
“Let’s see what he makes of this,” she said under her breath as she finished writing the short reply. Sending it off quickly she lay in bed and began contemplating whether the Malfoy tendencies might just hold some appeal.
It had been years since Lucius had drank himself to sleep, but he’d had such a hard time with his thoughts the night before that he’d finally resorted to two full bottles of Ogden’s. The normally comfortable leather chair he sat in by the fireplace had made his back sore, and his neck felt little better. It was several minutes and two potions later before he could think well enough to see the letter that had come in the night.
From the moment he saw it, not even knowing for a fact that it was from her, his thoughts were consumed with Leda and her descendant. He had always hoped she would be born in his lifetime, and he kept trying to guess what she must look like. He had seen a portrait of Leda years ago and she had been beautiful.
No promises, indeed. To say that her response was disappointing to him would be an understatement. Lucius Malfoy was used to getting what he wanted, and with that in mind he grabbed his quill.
A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who left me review on the first chapter. I'm very glad everyone seems to be enjoying the concept as much as I am. This chapter is more or less just setting the stage for what will occur, but I hope it was equally enjoyable!