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Chapter 8(A)
Chapter 8(a)
The whole situation was surreal, Lucius thought as ha studied the room and its occupants. He sat at the dinning room table in Grimmauld Place surrounded by Dumbledore’s most trusted. Most of them with the obnoxious red hair endemic to the Weasley clan.
He sat at the end of the table with Draco and Severus. Both of whom looked as uncomfortable as he himself felt. At the other end of the table sat a twinkling Dumbledore and a purse lipped McGonagall, Auror Moody glowering behind them. On the right sat the Weasleys and their two eldest children Bill and Charlie. Voirrey, Harry, Lupin and Black on the other.
The battle lines had been drawn.
Severus had flooed Lucius and the others immediately on the discovery of who exactly the Aurors had apprehended. Lucius couldn’t begin to imagine the fast talking his friend had had to do to convince the Order to let a big, bad Deatheater such as himself into their inner sanctum.
Lucius had been the first to arrive. Giving him ample time to relay to his son, in the most Malfoy of ways, that THIS was not the way HIS son and heir should act.
At the very least he shouldn’t have been caught!
Albus and his entourage had been next. It had been a very close thing when Mad Eye had discovered Voirrey’s Slayer status. Though the expression on the lunatic’s face when he tried to pull a wand on her and found himself face first in the wall.
Everything was finally calmed down when the Weasley contingent along with Black and Lupin had arrived. There had then followed the usual overly emotional Gryffindor-ish display as the werewolf and his pet convict welcomed back their “little sister”.
They had all eventually been herded into the dinning room to decide what was to be done with them all.
“Well, now.” The Old Man began jovially. “It’s not often I find myself in the presence of a slayer.”
“You live a truly blessed existence.” Voirrey replied dryly.
“Quite so. Quite so.” Albus blithely returned. “And to think that the young lady who used to hide under my desk because she knew it would be the last place anyone would look for her, would grow into the formidable warrior we see today!”
Voirrey was unmoved by the sniggers this titbit induced.
“It would’ve worked too, if you hadn’t noticed the missing lemon drops.”
“Really Albus!” McGonagall snapped. “This is hardly the time for such a frivolous conversation.”
“Apologies Minerva.”
“Sorry Aunt Minnie.”
*HMPH* Even the stern Scot couldn’t hide the fond look fighting past the impatience. “You are aware of Harry’s situation Voirrey?”
“The Voldemort thing?” Pause for the Weasleys to pale and wince. “I know quite a bit. I’ve been in contact with…another expatriate of the Wizarding World. He updated me on the last fifteen years before we lost contact. Though he did leave out one major fact.”
“Then you do understand why removing him from, Hogwarts is not the best of ideas.” Dumbledore intoned seriously.
“Oh yes! ‘Cause heaven forefend you let a grown wizard do the wanker (!)”
The Weasley matriarch swelled suddenly before saying.
“Harry dear.” She said. “Why don’t you wait for us in the kitchen? Help yourself to a little snack.”
“Stay there Harry. It’s his life we’re discussing here Mrs. Weasley. If anyone should be leaving it’s you and your lot. You’ve got no say.”
All three male Weasleys made an aborted move to under the table.
“No say? No SAY? I have treated that boy as one of my own for the last five years.”
“That boy has a name. And he IS one of my own. My brother was his father. We’re kin! And if you care about him that much then why did you leave him to the non-existent mercies of the fucking Dursleys?”
The whole situation was surreal, Lucius thought as ha studied the room and its occupants. He sat at the dinning room table in Grimmauld Place surrounded by Dumbledore’s most trusted. Most of them with the obnoxious red hair endemic to the Weasley clan.
He sat at the end of the table with Draco and Severus. Both of whom looked as uncomfortable as he himself felt. At the other end of the table sat a twinkling Dumbledore and a purse lipped McGonagall, Auror Moody glowering behind them. On the right sat the Weasleys and their two eldest children Bill and Charlie. Voirrey, Harry, Lupin and Black on the other.
The battle lines had been drawn.
Severus had flooed Lucius and the others immediately on the discovery of who exactly the Aurors had apprehended. Lucius couldn’t begin to imagine the fast talking his friend had had to do to convince the Order to let a big, bad Deatheater such as himself into their inner sanctum.
Lucius had been the first to arrive. Giving him ample time to relay to his son, in the most Malfoy of ways, that THIS was not the way HIS son and heir should act.
At the very least he shouldn’t have been caught!
Albus and his entourage had been next. It had been a very close thing when Mad Eye had discovered Voirrey’s Slayer status. Though the expression on the lunatic’s face when he tried to pull a wand on her and found himself face first in the wall.
Everything was finally calmed down when the Weasley contingent along with Black and Lupin had arrived. There had then followed the usual overly emotional Gryffindor-ish display as the werewolf and his pet convict welcomed back their “little sister”.
They had all eventually been herded into the dinning room to decide what was to be done with them all.
“Well, now.” The Old Man began jovially. “It’s not often I find myself in the presence of a slayer.”
“You live a truly blessed existence.” Voirrey replied dryly.
“Quite so. Quite so.” Albus blithely returned. “And to think that the young lady who used to hide under my desk because she knew it would be the last place anyone would look for her, would grow into the formidable warrior we see today!”
Voirrey was unmoved by the sniggers this titbit induced.
“It would’ve worked too, if you hadn’t noticed the missing lemon drops.”
“Really Albus!” McGonagall snapped. “This is hardly the time for such a frivolous conversation.”
“Apologies Minerva.”
“Sorry Aunt Minnie.”
*HMPH* Even the stern Scot couldn’t hide the fond look fighting past the impatience. “You are aware of Harry’s situation Voirrey?”
“The Voldemort thing?” Pause for the Weasleys to pale and wince. “I know quite a bit. I’ve been in contact with…another expatriate of the Wizarding World. He updated me on the last fifteen years before we lost contact. Though he did leave out one major fact.”
“Then you do understand why removing him from, Hogwarts is not the best of ideas.” Dumbledore intoned seriously.
“Oh yes! ‘Cause heaven forefend you let a grown wizard do the wanker (!)”
The Weasley matriarch swelled suddenly before saying.
“Harry dear.” She said. “Why don’t you wait for us in the kitchen? Help yourself to a little snack.”
“Stay there Harry. It’s his life we’re discussing here Mrs. Weasley. If anyone should be leaving it’s you and your lot. You’ve got no say.”
All three male Weasleys made an aborted move to under the table.
“No say? No SAY? I have treated that boy as one of my own for the last five years.”
“That boy has a name. And he IS one of my own. My brother was his father. We’re kin! And if you care about him that much then why did you leave him to the non-existent mercies of the fucking Dursleys?”