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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
Chapters:
4
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12,115
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18
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0
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A Letter
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Chapter 3: A Letter
Lucius Malfoy sat in the library of the Malfoy Manor, sipping some dark red wine. He had
just sent off his petition for that bookworm Gryffindor, Hermione Granger. She would be
a present to Draco, should he prove himself to be useful to the Dark Lord. But then again,
Draco always shared with his father, so everyone would be included in the fun.
This new law was exactly what Lucius needed. The Dark Lord was pleased with him, and
he would be able to get his hands on some stupid mudbloods. It was amazing, how readily
the minister agreed to the law. One would think he was under the Imperious Curse, but of
course, Lucius decided to wait before taking drastic measures.
All he had to do, was convince the stupid man, Fudge, that the mudbloods, especially Potter’s
mudblood would try and take over the Wizarding word with their ever-growing numbers. Of
course, at first the fool kept muttering about Dumbledore not liking this, and it being non-ethical.
But after a few glasses of wine, the idea started to sound very appealing to Fudge, who was still
as power hungry as ever, and didn’t want to loose his spot as Minister, to anyone.
He would have to wait for the reply, but something troubled him. If he DID get the mudblood,
he would always be suspicious, because it was unlikely that Dumbledore would give up Granger
so easily. That old man probably has something planned, which Lucius would just have to look for.
The other problem was that if that mudblood Granger did manage to get away from him, then the Dark
Lord would be very displeased that the brains of the Order of Phoenix ha so easily slipped away from
him. No doubt Lucius would be subject to many rounds of the Cruciatus should that happen.
Lost in thought, he didn’t notice as a small house elf entered the room. The elf had a large yellow,
but dirty cloth on that was tied around its waist, and scars could be along its bony arms and legs.
A bright red line (probably recently dried blood) adorned the right side of its face.
The elf crept towards its master, looking up apprehensively, before letting out a little
squeak, “Master, this just arrived for you.”
Lucius jumped a little, startled at the new voice in the room. He looked around the see
the pitiful elf standing before him, its head bowed to its master. Lucius sneered before
snatching the letter away from the elf.
He then spat, “Next time, don’t sneak up on me you little infidel. Now get out of my sight!”
The elf scurried away as fast as its little legs could take it, unfortunately, apparating wasn’t
possible in the Malfoy Manor, so the elves just had to run away form their master whenever
he was in a particularly bad mood.
Meanwhile, Lucius looked down at the envelope. His eyes gleamed, and a sneer adorned his face.
On the back of the envelope was a ministry seal.
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A/N: Well, well, well. It seems as though someone has answered his petition.
I wonder what will happen next **grin wickedly. ** Please Review.
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Chapter 3: A Letter
Lucius Malfoy sat in the library of the Malfoy Manor, sipping some dark red wine. He had
just sent off his petition for that bookworm Gryffindor, Hermione Granger. She would be
a present to Draco, should he prove himself to be useful to the Dark Lord. But then again,
Draco always shared with his father, so everyone would be included in the fun.
This new law was exactly what Lucius needed. The Dark Lord was pleased with him, and
he would be able to get his hands on some stupid mudbloods. It was amazing, how readily
the minister agreed to the law. One would think he was under the Imperious Curse, but of
course, Lucius decided to wait before taking drastic measures.
All he had to do, was convince the stupid man, Fudge, that the mudbloods, especially Potter’s
mudblood would try and take over the Wizarding word with their ever-growing numbers. Of
course, at first the fool kept muttering about Dumbledore not liking this, and it being non-ethical.
But after a few glasses of wine, the idea started to sound very appealing to Fudge, who was still
as power hungry as ever, and didn’t want to loose his spot as Minister, to anyone.
He would have to wait for the reply, but something troubled him. If he DID get the mudblood,
he would always be suspicious, because it was unlikely that Dumbledore would give up Granger
so easily. That old man probably has something planned, which Lucius would just have to look for.
The other problem was that if that mudblood Granger did manage to get away from him, then the Dark
Lord would be very displeased that the brains of the Order of Phoenix ha so easily slipped away from
him. No doubt Lucius would be subject to many rounds of the Cruciatus should that happen.
Lost in thought, he didn’t notice as a small house elf entered the room. The elf had a large yellow,
but dirty cloth on that was tied around its waist, and scars could be along its bony arms and legs.
A bright red line (probably recently dried blood) adorned the right side of its face.
The elf crept towards its master, looking up apprehensively, before letting out a little
squeak, “Master, this just arrived for you.”
Lucius jumped a little, startled at the new voice in the room. He looked around the see
the pitiful elf standing before him, its head bowed to its master. Lucius sneered before
snatching the letter away from the elf.
He then spat, “Next time, don’t sneak up on me you little infidel. Now get out of my sight!”
The elf scurried away as fast as its little legs could take it, unfortunately, apparating wasn’t
possible in the Malfoy Manor, so the elves just had to run away form their master whenever
he was in a particularly bad mood.
Meanwhile, Lucius looked down at the envelope. His eyes gleamed, and a sneer adorned his face.
On the back of the envelope was a ministry seal.
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A/N: Well, well, well. It seems as though someone has answered his petition.
I wonder what will happen next **grin wickedly. ** Please Review.