Kedavra

Disclaimer: They’re not mine. I’m only playing with them for a little bit. I am
making no money (haha, don’t have the talent for that anyway!), so please don’t sue
me. You don’t want what I’ve got. Promise.

WARNING: In this story, you will find nudity, NCS (aka non-consensual sex or “rape”),
necrophilia, under-age sex, murder, etc etc ad nauseum. None in this chapter, but it
will be coming. If you feel you cannot handle that kind of writing, please read no
further. Thank you!



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Chapter 3

Shivering, the two youngest Weasleys, Ginny hand in hand with Harry’s, and
Hermione arguing affably with Ron, made their way to the scheduled meeting with
their mother in Hogsmead. How fortunate that this year’s December trip fell on the
weekend before the hols! For Harry, it was the perfect time to do some last minute
Christmas shopping, and for Hermione, it was just right for laughing and belittling all the
late-time shoppers.

With a quick kiss to Harry, Ginny made her way through the crowded street to the
other end of town, ignoring Ron’s disgusted look. “What, Ronald? You absolutely hated
Michael, Dean, and the rest... I thought you’d be -happy- about Harry and I? At least
it isn’t Malfoy...”

Ron’s pained look was enough to receive startled laughter from passersby. “Well,
you’re right, at least it’s not Malfoy. But d’you have any idea how gross it is to see my
best friend and my kid sister snogging?!?”

Ginny giggled, and folded her arms to lean against the Hog’s Head, where their mother’s
note had said to meet her. “I don’t know how it -looks- but it sure -feels- great!”
Laughing outright at Ron’s scandalized blush, she began to pace along the rough-hewn
planks of the pub’s wall.

After checking their watches for the umpteenth time, both Weasleys finally heard their
mother coming ‘round from behind the building, calling for them to hurry up, as she
needed a hand with a few things. Grinning to each other, Ginny and Ron raced around
to the back of the Hog’s Head, never seeing what caused the bright flash of red light that
greeted them. Senseless, they both tumbled to the snow-laden ground.

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“What, now that your bickering partner...”At an elbow to the ribs, Harry quickly
corrected himself, “... debating partner... is gone, you’re going to -ahem- debate...
with me?”

Hermione stuck her tongue out at Harry, and laughing, the both trudged through the
last few feet of frigid snow and into the bustling warmth of the Three Broomsticks. With
a wave to Hagrid, who was sitting at a table with tiny little Professor Flitwick and the
ever-austere Headmistress McGonagall, who was somehow managing to still look prim
whilst sipping from her bottle of butterbeer.

Her eyes flickered through the square spectacles perched on her nose, while Flitwick
stood on his chair to wave a hello. Hagrid’s booming voice echoed through the
Broomstick’s room, but Harry and Hermione shook their heads at his invitation to join
them and, gathering their bottles, from the counter after tossing Rosmerta their coins,
headed for their usual table in the corner beneath the warm glow of the Christmas tree.
Miniature little golden owls “whoo’d”softly from needled branches, and they settled
down to enjoy their drinks.

Giggling together like the children they’d once been together in this self-same pub,
each pointed out little oddities; Harry showed her the flashing green and red Christmas
socks glowing beneath McGonnagal’s austere black robes. Hermione showed him the
little golden owlette that had taken up residence in the tangled mess atop Hagrid’s head.

Finally, both teens had finished their drinks, and Hermione prodded Harry to his feet.
“Well, you lazy lout, you put off your shopping, might as well get it done whilst you have
the chance. Come on, let’s go, ‘boy who procrastinated,’ get your arse up!”

Harry shot her a grimace and climbed to his feet. “Right. Well, first on the list is -you-
so if you expect something good, shut your bloody trap!”They grinned at each other,
dodging random wand pokes and tripping over one another’s feet as they went back out
into the blustery December afternoon.



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Finally finished with their shopping, Harry and Hermione cooled their heals outside
Honeyduke’s, where they’d promised to meet Ron and Ginny at half past seven. Glancing
at her watch, Hermione sighed. “Come on Harry… it’s a quarter after eight. Maybe they
forgot and went back to the without us.”

The two Gryffindors trudged through the ankle-deep slush on the path back to the castle.
As they made their way through the front entryway, Hermione peeked into the Great Hall.
Ron’s and Ginny’s usual places at the Gryffindor table were empty. She nudged Harry,
after hurrying to their dorms to stow their packages and see if the two Weasleys were in
their house tower, both made their way back to the Hall and the dinner that awaited them.

As the golden plates magically cleared, and goblets gurgled as they drained, Hermione
and Harry exchanged glances. Still no sign of their friends. Shrugging, Harry got to his feet.
“Maybe they went back to the Burrow with their mum. We’ll see them in the morning, I’m
sure.” Hermione bit her lip, but followed Harry back to the common room, and from there
she slipped through the painting of Godric Gryffindor and into the private suite awarded to
each year’s Head Boy and Girl.

Waving at Hermione’s retreating back, Harry made his own way up the spiral stairs and to
the room he still shared with Neville, Dean, Seamus, and Ron. Slipping between the icy
sheets in his four-poster, he grinned, thinking about how much Ginny would just adore the
Christmas gift he’d gotten her. Snorting his glee into his pillow, he rolled over and yawned,
settling into sleep.



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“Well done, Draco. Very well done.” Lucius smiled icily down at his son, all the while
gripping the staff in his hands. Draco looked up at his father, and smiled slightly before
schooling his features into a bored, but attentive expression. Out of the corner of his
eye, he could see his father fondling the crystal globe atop his walking staff, as he stared
avidly at the bright curls of the youngest Weasley, and nudged the thigh of her brother
with his toe.

He fought back a gulp as his father stepped forward, and began running long nails along
the line of the Weasel’s jaw. “Bring me… the nine-tailed whip and a paddle, boy.” Draco
looked up at his father. “Now!” The Slytherin boy jumped slightly and ran to do as told.

When he arrived back at his father’s side, Draco had to force himself not to look away as
the older man’s hand stroked the slight bulge between Ron’s legs. He set the implements
by his father’s knee, and stepped back. As Lucius slid one hand down the red haired boy’s
trousers, he looked up at Draco. “I suppose as your reward, you may have some fun as
well. Have the boy’s owl deliver this” he held up a small scroll, emerald writing glimmering
soflty, “to Potter. Then take the girl, and go.”

Parchment clenched in one fist, Draco snapped his fingers and directed the house elves
that appeared to lift the girl and follow. At the sound of tearing cloth, Draco quickened
his steps and hurried from the room.



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Author’s Note: Sorry about the delay between chapters. This story has been
floating about in my mind for quite some time, but absolutely refused to come out. After
some slight simmering, I present you with the latest chapter. I know, it’s quite short.
Even shorter than usual, and doubly so for the length you had to wait. I’m sorry. If it’s
any consolation, I have the entire story planned out; all that’s left is to actually -write-
it out.

Thank you so much for your reviews; They make writing so much easier, knowing you all
appreciate it! Keep ‘em coming, eh? *wink*

Anyway, as you can see, Lucius is a bit of a pedophile, and we’re starting to get into a
bit of kink. Just a warning: if you can’t handle rape, necrophilia, underage sex, or
anything of that genre, I suggest you skedaddle now, because it will only get worse.

Thanks for your patience, folks! Next chapter should hopefully be up soon!