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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
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Adult +
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414
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Worrying Moon Descending
Sorry this is so short and has taken so long. Thanks to everyone reading and reviewing. I just don\'t have the energy for individual thank yous at the moment. I hope you all enjoy though.
***
Hermione frowned at her cell phone as though trying to will it to ring. She tried to contact Arabella to ask her to join them for dinner but the phone kept going to voicemail. It worried her because the other woman always picked up. It concerned her even more when she thought about what had been happening and the fact she and Arabella were probably being targeted by a serial killer. She shuddered a little and tamped down the wave of dread at the thought. She had dealt with serial killers before. Some excellent at covering their tracks and eluding justice, at times for years but she had never been afraid of any of them. However, it was quite a different matter when one was aware of being on the list of potential future victims.
Lucius’ voice pulled her out of her thoughts. “Mine, am I such a horrible companion? I’m told I’m quite witty and have a wry sense of humor.”
“You have a dark and sadistic sense of humor, Lucius,” Hermione said. “It’s part of your charm though.”
“So happy to know you find me charming, dear Mine.”
“I didn’t say that I found you charming. Simply that your dark and sadistic humor was part of your charm.”
“Touché,” Lucius said, smiling. “Honestly, what has you checking that irritating piece of muggle technology every few minutes?”
“I’m worried about Arabella. I keep trying to call her and she isn’t picking up.”
Lucius frowned at that. “That is very unusual for Ara. She loves that brainless chatter machine. After dinner we’ll go by her flat if that makes you feel better.”
Hermione nodded. “It does.”
“Excellent,” Lucius said, trying to hide his own worry.
***
Arabella trudged down the road for what had to have been miles, looking over her shoulder and around every few steps along the way. She’d tried to use her cell phone but there was no signal. The gods only knew where she was. Considering the bastard had used a portkey she could literally be anywhere in the world.
She twirled the wand between her fingers. If she had any sense she’d snap it, she thought. But if she did, then Hermione or Draco wouldn’t be able to get anything from it. She frowned a little, thinking what to do. It was coming up on full dark and she watched the last vestiges of daylight fade with apprehension. She really didn’t want to be trudging down this road in the dark with no protection other than a cast iron skillet. Though that had proved to work very nicely as a weapon. For the first time since planting it into her would be murderer’s face she looked down at it. Turning it over she noticed something she hadn’t realized before. Not only had it torn the deatheater mask away from the other person’s face, it had embedded it into the metal of the pan.
She smiled slightly. She couldn’t wait to show Hermione and Draco this. She twirled the wand again, still thinking as she walked down the road. An idea struck her. She hoped she was in the UK and prayed to every god she could think of that it would work. She took several deep breaths, calming herself to an almost trance state.
“Up through my roots
and down through my wings
Into my core
Energy sings.
Light that rises,
Light that spins
I raise you
As the work begins
Swirling cone of power I pray
That you now do as I now say.”
She focused every modicum of energy she possessed, willing it to work for her. Just this once.
“Lumos!”
Blinding light suddenly shot from the end of the wand and within seconds there was the honking of a vehicle horn as a violently purple triple decker bus came into view. Her shoulders slumped in relief as she lowered the wand and watched as a man leaned out of the bus.
“Ello, pretty lady. Welcome to the Knight Bus,” he said, ushering her aboard. “Where to?”
“The Ministry in London,” she said, thankful that she had Wizard money on her from being at the Wicked Witch earlier.
“You ‘eard the lady, Earnie.”
With that, they were flying down the road at a breakneck pace.
“I’m sorry to trouble you but do you know where I was?” Arabella asked.
The man turned around and looked at her oddly for a moment before answering. “You were near Sartle when we picked you up.”
She blinked, startled for a moment as something registered. “I was on Skye?”
“Yeah. How come you don’t know where you were at?”
She leaned back and wearily closed her eyes. “You’d not believe me if I told you.”
***
Hermione frowned at her cell phone as though trying to will it to ring. She tried to contact Arabella to ask her to join them for dinner but the phone kept going to voicemail. It worried her because the other woman always picked up. It concerned her even more when she thought about what had been happening and the fact she and Arabella were probably being targeted by a serial killer. She shuddered a little and tamped down the wave of dread at the thought. She had dealt with serial killers before. Some excellent at covering their tracks and eluding justice, at times for years but she had never been afraid of any of them. However, it was quite a different matter when one was aware of being on the list of potential future victims.
Lucius’ voice pulled her out of her thoughts. “Mine, am I such a horrible companion? I’m told I’m quite witty and have a wry sense of humor.”
“You have a dark and sadistic sense of humor, Lucius,” Hermione said. “It’s part of your charm though.”
“So happy to know you find me charming, dear Mine.”
“I didn’t say that I found you charming. Simply that your dark and sadistic humor was part of your charm.”
“Touché,” Lucius said, smiling. “Honestly, what has you checking that irritating piece of muggle technology every few minutes?”
“I’m worried about Arabella. I keep trying to call her and she isn’t picking up.”
Lucius frowned at that. “That is very unusual for Ara. She loves that brainless chatter machine. After dinner we’ll go by her flat if that makes you feel better.”
Hermione nodded. “It does.”
“Excellent,” Lucius said, trying to hide his own worry.
***
Arabella trudged down the road for what had to have been miles, looking over her shoulder and around every few steps along the way. She’d tried to use her cell phone but there was no signal. The gods only knew where she was. Considering the bastard had used a portkey she could literally be anywhere in the world.
She twirled the wand between her fingers. If she had any sense she’d snap it, she thought. But if she did, then Hermione or Draco wouldn’t be able to get anything from it. She frowned a little, thinking what to do. It was coming up on full dark and she watched the last vestiges of daylight fade with apprehension. She really didn’t want to be trudging down this road in the dark with no protection other than a cast iron skillet. Though that had proved to work very nicely as a weapon. For the first time since planting it into her would be murderer’s face she looked down at it. Turning it over she noticed something she hadn’t realized before. Not only had it torn the deatheater mask away from the other person’s face, it had embedded it into the metal of the pan.
She smiled slightly. She couldn’t wait to show Hermione and Draco this. She twirled the wand again, still thinking as she walked down the road. An idea struck her. She hoped she was in the UK and prayed to every god she could think of that it would work. She took several deep breaths, calming herself to an almost trance state.
“Up through my roots
and down through my wings
Into my core
Energy sings.
Light that rises,
Light that spins
I raise you
As the work begins
Swirling cone of power I pray
That you now do as I now say.”
She focused every modicum of energy she possessed, willing it to work for her. Just this once.
“Lumos!”
Blinding light suddenly shot from the end of the wand and within seconds there was the honking of a vehicle horn as a violently purple triple decker bus came into view. Her shoulders slumped in relief as she lowered the wand and watched as a man leaned out of the bus.
“Ello, pretty lady. Welcome to the Knight Bus,” he said, ushering her aboard. “Where to?”
“The Ministry in London,” she said, thankful that she had Wizard money on her from being at the Wicked Witch earlier.
“You ‘eard the lady, Earnie.”
With that, they were flying down the road at a breakneck pace.
“I’m sorry to trouble you but do you know where I was?” Arabella asked.
The man turned around and looked at her oddly for a moment before answering. “You were near Sartle when we picked you up.”
She blinked, startled for a moment as something registered. “I was on Skye?”
“Yeah. How come you don’t know where you were at?”
She leaned back and wearily closed her eyes. “You’d not believe me if I told you.”