Lights of Questionable Faith
folder
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
25
Views:
21,808
Reviews:
225
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
Category:
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
25
Views:
21,808
Reviews:
225
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
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 XXII
~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~
Hello LOVLIES!
trippingEYES - There is more to Draco. He is a sweet, thoughtful, handsome boy.
Megan - Yes, I can write some more chapters. In fact, my dear, I did.
Voracious Reader - Yes...PUNITIVE! *claps hands*
Heidi191976 - THE BABY! Yes. I like little Malfoys! Pansy is going to get it.
margaritama - No more suspence. I hope you find this acceptable. I liked the ending as well. It was sweet and cute!
Lauriurix - hehe. No be scared!
~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~
“Get out, Draco,” Hermione said when the Healer appeared in the room.
“I don’t think so,” Draco said. “I am family. Father forbade me from leaving you.”
“Get out,” Hermione said, and her nose crinkled as she spoke through her teeth.
“No,” Draco said, looking the tiny witch up and down as she lied on the bed. “I’m not afraid of you.”
Hermione smirked at him.
“Mrs. Malfoy, I am glad you called for a Healer; you forgot your prenatal potions,” the Healer said with a bright smile.
“Prenatal Potions?” Draco said, and his jaw dropped open. “What do you need those for?”
“Pregnant people do,” Hermione said with saccharine sweetness as she eyed him.
“You’re n—” Draco started, “Are you?”
“Magical offspring implant at 6 hours after fertilization instead of 6 days as with Muggle babies,” Hermione glared at him. “Can you check on her?”
Hermione gave the Healer big eyes.
“Of course,” the Healer said, moving over and waving his wand over her abdomen. “Everything looks great.”
Hermione sighed as she felt the tension flee from her muscles, and her eyes closed.
“Make sure she takes these potions,” the Healer said, placing light pink potions on the bedside table.
“No, we have all the potions we need provided to us by a Potions Master,” Draco said. “I will notify him of our need immediately.”
The Healer shrugged and slid the potions into his bag; he didn’t feel the spell hit him from behind.
Draco politely steered him toward the floo, “Thank you so much for taking care of Mrs. Malfoy’s sprained ankle.”
The Healer nodded with dazed eyes as he was whisked away toward St. Mungo’s.
“Just when were you going to tell Father?” Draco asked, looking over at her.
“That is none of your business, Ferret,” Hermione snapped, rubbing her hand over her stomach. “But I found out myself today, and I was getting ready to buy things for a nursery when the Parkinsons kidnapped me. Where did Lucius go?”
“Father went to help Uncle Severus with something,” Draco responded, smiling at her and approaching with gentle fluidity.
He couldn’t have predicted what was next.
“HOW DARE HE? I was just KIDNAPPED and rather than stay here,” Hermione’s voice was starting to quaver and tears began to roll down her cheeks as she continued, “and help me. He runs off to play with Severus.”
Hermione seized a pillow from Lucius’ side of the bed and sniffed it before she began to punch it roughly.
“Stupid, stupid man! I’ll show him.”
Draco watched Hermione punch the pillow and sulk and plot. What if Astoria became like that after he married her and got her pregnant? Astoria knew some nasty hexes.
~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~
Mr. Malfoy sneered down at the two bound people on the floor. With a smirk, he kicked the man in the ribs.
“What should we do with them?” the other hooded man asked, looking down at his former student.
“Perhaps, the cruciatus,” Severus suggested as he sat down with his back rigid at the edge of the bed.
“Perhaps not,” Mr. Malfoy said. “The cruciatus is a bit too generous. Just a bit of pain to insanity, and it is all over with. I would rather they remember what they did forever and ever.”
“What about die funf Flüche der Hölle?”
“What are you babbling about?” Mr. Malfoy asked, pacing furiously while tapping part of the mask that covered his temple.
“Don’t you EVER read any books in your library?”
“You better talk a bit more nicely to me!” Mr. Malfoy said, clenching his hand around his wand.
Severus rolled his eyes at the other man so he was sure the Malfoy knew that he didn’t believe in the threat at all.
“Die fünf Flüche der Hölle, The Five Curses of Hell, were a series of curses used by the German wizards in the middle ages against the invading Latin magical folk. Because the Germans were clever. They believed that the Latins were inherently evil…”
“And you claim to dislike teaching. Get to the point Severus,” Mr. Malfoy said, looking down at the Parkinsons as they trembled.
“They had five curses to punish them that were all performed when they were caught. Then they were returned to their homes,” Severus said. “There are no counter curses. Hence, no way to heal them.”
“What were they?”
“The first spell for which the incantation was: ‘Zu verhindern in Zukunft diesen Schrecken, die Blödheit ergreife Besitz von dir.’ It was cast against the user’s brain and removed their ability to form logical speech so there is no more ability to cast mental charms.
“The second spell’s incantation was: ‘Lahm werd' die Hand die Leid zufügte, kein Zauberholz sie mehr halten soll.’ It removed the wizard or witch’s hands so they could cast no more spells with a wand.
“The third spell was: ‘Durchlebe die Schreie deiner Opfer, Taubheit bestimme dein Leben danach!’ It shriveled their ears up and makes them unable to hear anything.
“The fourth was: ‘Blind sei'n nun Augen die ohne Erbarmen sahen den Schmerz und freuten sich daran.’ It burned the user’s eyes so they could see no more.
“The fifth spell: ‘Nicht zu vermehren was du verkörperst, Unfruchtbar sollst du nun sein.’ was used to sterilize the reproductive organs.”
Mr. Malfoy was smiling wickedly at the end.
“Let’s get on with it!” He said, clapping his hands like a child in a broom store whose father just bought him a Nimbus 2001. “We’ll be sure to leave them somewhere they are sure to be found.”
“As a warning?”
“Naturally.”
~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~
I hope y'all enjoyed this bit. Sorry for it being so short! Hoping for reviews.
SPECIAL THANKS TO HERMIONEMALFOYFAN for her help with the curses. She is a total DOLL!
~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~
Hello LOVLIES!
trippingEYES - There is more to Draco. He is a sweet, thoughtful, handsome boy.
Megan - Yes, I can write some more chapters. In fact, my dear, I did.
Voracious Reader - Yes...PUNITIVE! *claps hands*
Heidi191976 - THE BABY! Yes. I like little Malfoys! Pansy is going to get it.
margaritama - No more suspence. I hope you find this acceptable. I liked the ending as well. It was sweet and cute!
Lauriurix - hehe. No be scared!
~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~
“Get out, Draco,” Hermione said when the Healer appeared in the room.
“I don’t think so,” Draco said. “I am family. Father forbade me from leaving you.”
“Get out,” Hermione said, and her nose crinkled as she spoke through her teeth.
“No,” Draco said, looking the tiny witch up and down as she lied on the bed. “I’m not afraid of you.”
Hermione smirked at him.
“Mrs. Malfoy, I am glad you called for a Healer; you forgot your prenatal potions,” the Healer said with a bright smile.
“Prenatal Potions?” Draco said, and his jaw dropped open. “What do you need those for?”
“Pregnant people do,” Hermione said with saccharine sweetness as she eyed him.
“You’re n—” Draco started, “Are you?”
“Magical offspring implant at 6 hours after fertilization instead of 6 days as with Muggle babies,” Hermione glared at him. “Can you check on her?”
Hermione gave the Healer big eyes.
“Of course,” the Healer said, moving over and waving his wand over her abdomen. “Everything looks great.”
Hermione sighed as she felt the tension flee from her muscles, and her eyes closed.
“Make sure she takes these potions,” the Healer said, placing light pink potions on the bedside table.
“No, we have all the potions we need provided to us by a Potions Master,” Draco said. “I will notify him of our need immediately.”
The Healer shrugged and slid the potions into his bag; he didn’t feel the spell hit him from behind.
Draco politely steered him toward the floo, “Thank you so much for taking care of Mrs. Malfoy’s sprained ankle.”
The Healer nodded with dazed eyes as he was whisked away toward St. Mungo’s.
“Just when were you going to tell Father?” Draco asked, looking over at her.
“That is none of your business, Ferret,” Hermione snapped, rubbing her hand over her stomach. “But I found out myself today, and I was getting ready to buy things for a nursery when the Parkinsons kidnapped me. Where did Lucius go?”
“Father went to help Uncle Severus with something,” Draco responded, smiling at her and approaching with gentle fluidity.
He couldn’t have predicted what was next.
“HOW DARE HE? I was just KIDNAPPED and rather than stay here,” Hermione’s voice was starting to quaver and tears began to roll down her cheeks as she continued, “and help me. He runs off to play with Severus.”
Hermione seized a pillow from Lucius’ side of the bed and sniffed it before she began to punch it roughly.
“Stupid, stupid man! I’ll show him.”
Draco watched Hermione punch the pillow and sulk and plot. What if Astoria became like that after he married her and got her pregnant? Astoria knew some nasty hexes.
~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~
Mr. Malfoy sneered down at the two bound people on the floor. With a smirk, he kicked the man in the ribs.
“What should we do with them?” the other hooded man asked, looking down at his former student.
“Perhaps, the cruciatus,” Severus suggested as he sat down with his back rigid at the edge of the bed.
“Perhaps not,” Mr. Malfoy said. “The cruciatus is a bit too generous. Just a bit of pain to insanity, and it is all over with. I would rather they remember what they did forever and ever.”
“What about die funf Flüche der Hölle?”
“What are you babbling about?” Mr. Malfoy asked, pacing furiously while tapping part of the mask that covered his temple.
“Don’t you EVER read any books in your library?”
“You better talk a bit more nicely to me!” Mr. Malfoy said, clenching his hand around his wand.
Severus rolled his eyes at the other man so he was sure the Malfoy knew that he didn’t believe in the threat at all.
“Die fünf Flüche der Hölle, The Five Curses of Hell, were a series of curses used by the German wizards in the middle ages against the invading Latin magical folk. Because the Germans were clever. They believed that the Latins were inherently evil…”
“And you claim to dislike teaching. Get to the point Severus,” Mr. Malfoy said, looking down at the Parkinsons as they trembled.
“They had five curses to punish them that were all performed when they were caught. Then they were returned to their homes,” Severus said. “There are no counter curses. Hence, no way to heal them.”
“What were they?”
“The first spell for which the incantation was: ‘Zu verhindern in Zukunft diesen Schrecken, die Blödheit ergreife Besitz von dir.’ It was cast against the user’s brain and removed their ability to form logical speech so there is no more ability to cast mental charms.
“The second spell’s incantation was: ‘Lahm werd' die Hand die Leid zufügte, kein Zauberholz sie mehr halten soll.’ It removed the wizard or witch’s hands so they could cast no more spells with a wand.
“The third spell was: ‘Durchlebe die Schreie deiner Opfer, Taubheit bestimme dein Leben danach!’ It shriveled their ears up and makes them unable to hear anything.
“The fourth was: ‘Blind sei'n nun Augen die ohne Erbarmen sahen den Schmerz und freuten sich daran.’ It burned the user’s eyes so they could see no more.
“The fifth spell: ‘Nicht zu vermehren was du verkörperst, Unfruchtbar sollst du nun sein.’ was used to sterilize the reproductive organs.”
Mr. Malfoy was smiling wickedly at the end.
“Let’s get on with it!” He said, clapping his hands like a child in a broom store whose father just bought him a Nimbus 2001. “We’ll be sure to leave them somewhere they are sure to be found.”
“As a warning?”
“Naturally.”
~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~
I hope y'all enjoyed this bit. Sorry for it being so short! Hoping for reviews.
SPECIAL THANKS TO HERMIONEMALFOYFAN for her help with the curses. She is a total DOLL!
~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~