True Love and Other Natural Disasters
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
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12,034
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46
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Veteran Of The Psychic Wars
Glad everyone enjoyed Pansy. You\'ll see more of her through the fic. Hope you all continue to enjoy.
***
You see me now a veteran of a thousand psychic wars
I\'ve been living on the edge so long, where the winds of limbo roar
And I\'m young enough to look at, and far too old to see
All the scars are on the inside
I\'m not sure that there\'s anything left of me
Lucius paced his library, looking for something to distract him from what was going on in his head. He’d tried reading at least a dozen books but had disregarded them after only a few paragraphs. He should have known taking up a post at the Ministry again after so many years of being absent was a mistake. He sighed and shook his head as his thoughts went to the reasons he’d been gone so long. Narcissa’s death was certainly a major part of it all.
He closed his eyes tightly, trying to ward off the memory that refused to be put aside. After the war, after his release from Azkaban, after the Malfoy’s finally regaining somewhat of their footing in the wizarding world, all of it had been for nothing. The rabble still hated them, still yearned to see them suffer and they had made those wishes a reality. He had gone into the lower dungeons, searching for something Snape had made for him countless ages ago while they were at school. It was a silly thing to do, he now thought but it had seemed important at the time. He’d had no inclination anything was wrong as he’d been digging around through old potions bottles. At least not until one of the house elves had come to him squealing frantically that a crowd of armed men had somehow broken into the house.
By the time he’d made it from the dungeons to the upper floors it was already too late. The manor was on fire and the last of the mob had fled. The house elf who had come to get him, Wubbly, pulled him out of the house as he tried to go find Narcissa. The little creature had shook his head sadly and said that the Mistress was beyond any help. When Lucius had asked what he meant the elf had hung his head and led him to the side of the house where the grand turrets were. Lucius had felt sicker with every step he took in that direction. He had rounded the corner to find his wife’s body sprawled on the flagstones under the main tower. Her neck was obviously broken and blood matted her beautiful hair. It was that scene which had played over and over in his nightmares for the last ten years. He had found out later that she’d jumped from the tower rather than be raped and murdered. That information had come from her portrait.
Then there had been the utter hell the people at the Ministry had forced him to endure. They’d questioned him about Narcissa’s death at great length, presuming they’d fought and he’d thrown her from the tower. They had forced him to take veritaserum, subjected him to legilimency. The final insult was actually sending someone to muck around in his mind, tearing into it haphazardly and leaving him to put the pieces of his scattered wits back together on his own. He was still very angry about that. The only reason he’d even been remotely willing to go back to work for the ministry was the fact most of those people were gone now. Most of the aurors killed by the last of the Deatheaters and the others had just quietly slipped off into oblivion the last few years.
He sighed and flopped down onto the divan, throwing an arm over his eyes as though it would block out some of the memories.
“Really, Lucius, you can’t avoid everyone forever,” Narcissa’s portrait said from over the mantle.
“Watch me,” he grumbled. “I am not avoiding. Merely preserving my sanity.”
“I hardly believe that.”
“Yes, well, you’d know better than anyone the state of my sanity or lack thereof.”
“What they did to you was astoundingly inequitable, Lucius. You know it and so do they. It’s one of the reasons they’ve offered you this job at the Ministry now and why they never said anything when you hunted down the ones who broke into the manor.”
Lucius sighed heavily. “That and I think they’re worried about who might become the next pale imitation of the Dark Lord.”
“Why did they choose you to head up the new department then?”
Lucius shrugged. “Who better than me? I know the vast majority of dark wizards still alive, functioning and free. I know who would most likely be a threat immediately and I know the signs of someone becoming a threat in future.”
“That is true enough. But, Lucius, you can’t close out everyone aside from our son.”
Lucius looked up at her portrait with his eyes narrowed. “This is about the Granger chit, isn’t it?”
“To a certain extent, yes. I don’t think she has it in her to try catching a man through a love spell. She just doesn’t seem to be the sort.”
“Honestly, I would have never expected it of her either. What little I know of her, she’s always been very forward and direct in her dealings.”
“Hmmm.”
“Hmmm. What? You always do that just before saying something you’re certain I’ll dislike.”
“Probably. You are aware that the connecting threads of a love spell simply mimic real attraction, correct? Most of the time it’s impossible to tell the difference.”
Lucius stared at his wife’s portrait in disbelief. “Are you saying she’s attracted to me?”
“That’s precisely what I’m saying.”
***Mad Ramblings aka Author’s Notes***
The song used in this chapter is Veteran of the Psychic Wars by Blue Oyster Cult.
***
You see me now a veteran of a thousand psychic wars
I\'ve been living on the edge so long, where the winds of limbo roar
And I\'m young enough to look at, and far too old to see
All the scars are on the inside
I\'m not sure that there\'s anything left of me
Lucius paced his library, looking for something to distract him from what was going on in his head. He’d tried reading at least a dozen books but had disregarded them after only a few paragraphs. He should have known taking up a post at the Ministry again after so many years of being absent was a mistake. He sighed and shook his head as his thoughts went to the reasons he’d been gone so long. Narcissa’s death was certainly a major part of it all.
He closed his eyes tightly, trying to ward off the memory that refused to be put aside. After the war, after his release from Azkaban, after the Malfoy’s finally regaining somewhat of their footing in the wizarding world, all of it had been for nothing. The rabble still hated them, still yearned to see them suffer and they had made those wishes a reality. He had gone into the lower dungeons, searching for something Snape had made for him countless ages ago while they were at school. It was a silly thing to do, he now thought but it had seemed important at the time. He’d had no inclination anything was wrong as he’d been digging around through old potions bottles. At least not until one of the house elves had come to him squealing frantically that a crowd of armed men had somehow broken into the house.
By the time he’d made it from the dungeons to the upper floors it was already too late. The manor was on fire and the last of the mob had fled. The house elf who had come to get him, Wubbly, pulled him out of the house as he tried to go find Narcissa. The little creature had shook his head sadly and said that the Mistress was beyond any help. When Lucius had asked what he meant the elf had hung his head and led him to the side of the house where the grand turrets were. Lucius had felt sicker with every step he took in that direction. He had rounded the corner to find his wife’s body sprawled on the flagstones under the main tower. Her neck was obviously broken and blood matted her beautiful hair. It was that scene which had played over and over in his nightmares for the last ten years. He had found out later that she’d jumped from the tower rather than be raped and murdered. That information had come from her portrait.
Then there had been the utter hell the people at the Ministry had forced him to endure. They’d questioned him about Narcissa’s death at great length, presuming they’d fought and he’d thrown her from the tower. They had forced him to take veritaserum, subjected him to legilimency. The final insult was actually sending someone to muck around in his mind, tearing into it haphazardly and leaving him to put the pieces of his scattered wits back together on his own. He was still very angry about that. The only reason he’d even been remotely willing to go back to work for the ministry was the fact most of those people were gone now. Most of the aurors killed by the last of the Deatheaters and the others had just quietly slipped off into oblivion the last few years.
He sighed and flopped down onto the divan, throwing an arm over his eyes as though it would block out some of the memories.
“Really, Lucius, you can’t avoid everyone forever,” Narcissa’s portrait said from over the mantle.
“Watch me,” he grumbled. “I am not avoiding. Merely preserving my sanity.”
“I hardly believe that.”
“Yes, well, you’d know better than anyone the state of my sanity or lack thereof.”
“What they did to you was astoundingly inequitable, Lucius. You know it and so do they. It’s one of the reasons they’ve offered you this job at the Ministry now and why they never said anything when you hunted down the ones who broke into the manor.”
Lucius sighed heavily. “That and I think they’re worried about who might become the next pale imitation of the Dark Lord.”
“Why did they choose you to head up the new department then?”
Lucius shrugged. “Who better than me? I know the vast majority of dark wizards still alive, functioning and free. I know who would most likely be a threat immediately and I know the signs of someone becoming a threat in future.”
“That is true enough. But, Lucius, you can’t close out everyone aside from our son.”
Lucius looked up at her portrait with his eyes narrowed. “This is about the Granger chit, isn’t it?”
“To a certain extent, yes. I don’t think she has it in her to try catching a man through a love spell. She just doesn’t seem to be the sort.”
“Honestly, I would have never expected it of her either. What little I know of her, she’s always been very forward and direct in her dealings.”
“Hmmm.”
“Hmmm. What? You always do that just before saying something you’re certain I’ll dislike.”
“Probably. You are aware that the connecting threads of a love spell simply mimic real attraction, correct? Most of the time it’s impossible to tell the difference.”
Lucius stared at his wife’s portrait in disbelief. “Are you saying she’s attracted to me?”
“That’s precisely what I’m saying.”
***Mad Ramblings aka Author’s Notes***
The song used in this chapter is Veteran of the Psychic Wars by Blue Oyster Cult.