Okay. before we get started I'd like to say some stuff. (Sorry, but I always do this, please bear with me.) what I am about to post is an old Harry Potter fanfic that I wrote a while ago. I am new to this forum and i hope you guys will like my fanfic. Please keep in mind that this is fiction and a lot of the things I write may not pertain excatly to J.K. Rowling's stories(though the characters are completely hers). For instance, i could make Lucius Malfoy strip and dance the polka while singing "Mary had a little Lamb" if i so desired (not that I would ever, ever do that!) Also, this hasn't been separated into chapters (I was just too dang lazy) so forgive me. I am still quite good at doing cliff-hangers at the end of posts. Okay, now i'll start to post my fanfic and I hope to get some good reviews. thank you,
~Naoshi (still the Master of Long-winded Introductions)
A Light in Darkness (A Death Eater's Story)
It was a cool damp afternoon in July and I was lying in a dark alley. I didn’t know why I was there or how I had gotten there, but I was lying there nonetheless. It was early morning and my head was killing me.
“Muggle! Muggle! Out of my way!” Said a loud angry voice. I opened one eye to see a tall, pale, handsome man with blonde hair standing over me.
“What did you call me?” I asked, opening both eyes.
“Muggle! Non-magic folk. Move!” He said angrily, green eyes glittering coldly.
“I am no muggle!” I hissed, searching for my wand as I stood up. I found it in my jacket pocket and brandished it at him. He looked amused.
“Who are you?” I demanded.
“Lucius Malfoy, and my son Draco,” He said, gesturing to the pale boy standing next to him. Draco looked me over coldly.
“Why are you lying on the ground?” He sneered.
“If I knew that I would have moved long ago,” I snarled, head throbbing.
“Indeed,” Said Lucius.
“Are you a mudblood?” Draco asked, still sneering.
“I am not! My name is Isabella Prewett. Daughter of Ignatius and Lucretia Prewett,” I said with dignity.
“What school do you go to?” Draco asked, still not believing me.
“I went to Hogwarts. I graduated three years ago,” I said.
“You look younger than that,” Lucius commented.
“Thanks…I think,”
“Were you a Gryffindor goody-goody?” Draco sneered.
“I was not! The sorting hat placed me in Slytherin and I remain faithful to that position,” I replied. Draco nodded approvingly and gazed at my wand.
“Nice wand,” He said.
“Cherry wood, 13 inches, basilisk fang core,” I said proudly.
“Where do you live, Prewett?” Lucius asked.
“Call me Isabella. I’m not sure…I came here from France…that’s all I remember,” I said uncertainly.
“Her memory has been modified, right father?” Draco asked. Lucius nodded his head.
“Come Draco, we have things to do,” He said, turning to leave.
“Wait!” I called after him. He turned back to me, eyebrows raised.
“Do you know where I could stay until I figure out what to do?” I asked.
Draco frowned at me.
“Why should we help you?” He drawled.
“I wasn’t asking you,” I said, shooting him a nasty look. Lucius looked at me amused.
“Isabella, I am offering you a one-time-only job offering as my personal assistant. In exchange for you services I will provide you with living quarters and minimum wage. If you refuse I must be on my way, I do have very important business to tend to,” Lucius said.
“I accept,” I said quickly. What choice did I have? He nodded curtly and motioned for me to follow him. I trailed after them, thrilled at having found a job so easily.
“Where am I?” I asked, stowing my wand back inside of my cloak.
“Knockturn alley,” Lucius said lazily.
“Paris?” I asked.
“London.”
“Oh.”
I followed them into a shop called Borgin and Burkes. It was dark and smelly, but Draco looked eagerly at the shelves.
“Touch nothing, Draco,” Lucius commanded.
“You said you would buy me a present!” Draco said angrily.
“I said I’d buy you a racing broom,” Lucius said, undaunted.
“What good is it if I’m not on the Quiddutch team?” He demanded.
I turned my attention to the shelves. An opal necklace sat propped on a card. Cursed, do not touch… The card read. ‘Interesting…’ I thought, reaching for it.
“I wouldn’t touch that if I were you,” Said an oily voice from behind me. An old man with greasy black hair stood behind me.
“What?” I asked, stepping back.
“It’s cursed. It’s killed almost 20 muggle owners to date,” He said happily.
“I can read,” I said sharply. He jumped back as if slapped.
“Ah, Mr. Borgin,” Lucius said, turning away from Draco.
“Mr. Malfoy, so nice to see you, and young Mr. Malfoy, too. Delighted. How can I help you today, I‘ve got some fair-priced-” the man said, smoothing his greasy hair back.
“I’m not buying, today, Mr. Borgin, but selling,” Lucius interrupted.
“Selling?” Borgin asked, looking slightly disappointed. Lucius handed him a piece of parchment.
“Nice…. Very nice,” Borgin said, reviewing the list.
“Can I have that?” Draco demanded, pointing to what appeared to be a withered hand on a cushion.
“Ah, the hand of glory! Gives light only to the owner. Best friend of thieves and plunderers. Your son has quite an eye Mr. Malfoy,” Borgin said, bustling over.
“I would hope my son would amount to more than a thief, Mr. Borgin,” Lucius said coldly.
“I meant no offense Mr. Malfoy, I meant no offense,” Borgin said.
“Then perhaps we can return to my list, I have more important matters to tend to today,” Lucius said.
“Of course,” Borgin said, bustling back over to him. I watched Draco wander over to a cabinet and just as he was about to open it Lucius announced he was done.
“Come Draco,” He said, walking out the door. I scampered to follow him and Draco came after me.
“You know father, I think Mr. Borgin was frightened of Isabella,” Draco said rushing to catch up with Lucius.
“Borgin is frightened of everyone,” He said lazily. He caught my eye and I saw what I thought was a flicker of a smile, but I quickly dismissed the thought as Lucius turned from me.
“Isabella, I want you to take Draco to get fitted for new robes. I have private business to tend to,” Lucius said.
“But father I can-” Draco protested.
“Silence. Isabella you have no objection to this do you?”
“No, Monsieur Malfoy,” I said quickly.
“Good. Draco, go with Isabella to Madame Malkin’s shop. I‘ll meet up with you at Flourish and Blotts,” Lucius said.
“Yes father,” Draco replied sullenly.
Lucius disappeared with a loud pop and Draco turned away from me. I followed him into the shop that Lucius had mentioned and he rounded on me.
“You don’t have to follow me! I’m not a child,” He said angrily.
“My orders are from your father,” I said coldly.
“My father and I have very different opinions,” He said, raising his wand.
“And I know more hexes than you,” I said, withdrawing my own wand. A robust woman came bustling over to us.
“Now now, none of that please. Wands away,” She said briskly.
I shrugged my shoulders and continued to follow Draco. He looked at me surly every now and again, but otherwise said nothing.
“I’m going to the Owl Emporium,” He said after he had been fitted for new robes.
“I’m still following you,”
“For how long?”
“Until your father arrives and tells me not to,” I replied coolly.
I followed Draco through the crowd and all the while heard people whispering about a boy and the dark lord. Finally I could stand it no longer.
‘Who is this boy they are talking about? And ‘he-who-must-not-be-named‘?” I asked Draco.
“You mean you don’t know who Harry Potter is? Or the Dark lord?” He asked, a smug smile spreading across his face. I wanted to curse the smirk off his face, but decided against it.
“No. I don’t.” I said though gritted teeth.
“The Dark Lord is a great wizard who tried to rid the world of muggles and mudbloods,” He said casually.
“Understandable.”
“He killed a lot of people, but a lot of them fought back. He was undefeatable for a long time, but when he tried to kill Harry Potter…. He couldn’t. He lost all his powers and wasn’t seen for 11 years, but he came back a few months ago…and Potter defeated him again,” Draco said hatefully.
“Wow. That sucks. So this Harry Potter kid is only 12?”
“Yeah. He’s pure-blood, but he hangs out with mudbloods,” Draco sneered.
At this point we reached the owl Emporium and I followed Draco inside.
“Oi! Crabbe, Goyle,” Draco called. Two large boys emerged from behind a shelf and made their way over to Draco.
“Who’s the girl Draco? Your girlfriend?” The boy who was Goyle snorted.
“Hardly,” I said dryly. They ignored me and listened to Malfoy.
“She works for my father,” Draco said, rolling his eyes.
“Is she a death-eater?” Crabbe whispered in a barely audible voice. I didn’t know what a Death-eater was so I was pretty sure I wasn’t one.
“No, but only time will tell,” Draco said with a smirk. That was all that was said on the subject and I followed Draco and his rather large friends around London until we stopped outside of Flourish and Blotts where Lucius said he would meet us.
“What’s going on in there?” I asked, standing on tiptoe trying to see over the crowd. When Draco didn’t reply I looked down at him but he wasn’t there. Great. I’d lost him.
“Draco!” I called angrily.
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A moment later I heard a familiar drawling voice floating above the crowd.
“Famous Potter, can’t even go into a bookshop without making the front page,” Draco’s voice was saying. I looked around, but didn’t see him.
“You’ve got yourself a girlfriend Potter,” He continued. I heard someone calling for his or her son and then I heard Lucius’ voice. I spotted him easily and rushed towards him, but the crowd blocked me.
“Well, well, well…Arthur Weasley.” Lucius’ voice carried to me over the crowd.
The next few minutes I fought the crowd until I could see Lucius and a red-haired man arguing. It looked as if they were about to fight.
“What’s the use of being a disgrace to the name of wizard if they don’t even pay you well for it,” Lucius said.
“We have different ideas of what disgraces the name of wizard,” Said the other man, whose name was Arthur Weasley.
I saw Lucius draw his wand. I didn’t want him to get in trouble so I drew my own discretely and sent some girl’s cauldron flying. Arthur Weasley launched himself at Lucius but Lucius threw him off and into a bookcase.
“Come Draco, it’s time we leave,” Lucius said, grabbing his son by the elbow. When we were back on the street Lucius turned to me. I thought he would yell at me but instead he smiled.
“Sorry you had to see that, Isabella,” He said coolly.
“That’s…Fine…okay…” I said, shocked. Draco grinned broadly a horrible expression on his face.
“Those Weasleys will get what’s coming for them one day,” He said.
“Do you have all your school things?” Lucius asked. Draco nodded uninterestedly.
“Well then we can go now,” he said.
“Fine.” Draco said.
The Malfoy’s manor was huge; at least three stories high, and must’ve had a hundred rooms.
“Draco, put your things in your room and wash up for dinner. Your mother is waiting for us in the dining hall,” Lucius said to him. Draco nodded and hurried up the stairs. I followed Lucius into a large room that consisted of a table filled with food. A tall woman with blonde hair stood waiting for Lucius.
“Isabella this is my wife, Narcissa. Narcissa this is Isabella, my new assistant,” Lucius said to me.
“Pleased to meet you,” I said politely. Narcissa surveyed me with a surly expression on her face.
“And you,” She said stiffly.
There was a muffled squeak from the corner and a small-bedraggled thing walked up to Lucius.
“Would Master be liking his traveling cloak put away now?” It asked.
“Yes, Dobby, and show Isabella here to the spare room on the third floor,” Lucius said.
“Would master be referring to the one next to his study?” The thing that was called Dobby asked.
“Of course,” Lucius said coldly.
“Right. Come with me, Missus,” The Dobby-thing said I followed it out of the room and up the stairs.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“Just Dobby, missus. Dobby the house-elf,”
“Oh.”
We were silent a moment.
“Do you have anything that needs bringing up to the room, missus?” Dobby asked.
“No…you can call me Isabella,” I said.
“Whatever you wish,” Dobby said with a sad smile.
The room Dobby led me to had a large canopy bed, a mahogany dresser, a sitting desk, and a large mirror. I caught a glance of myself in the mirror and gasped. I was dirty and my long black hair was tangled. I pulled out my wand.
“Scourgify,” I said, running it down the front of my robes. The dirt disappeared. I ran my fingers through my hair in a desperate attempt to straighten it.
“Ms. Isabella, would you like me to bring your super up?” Asked Dobby from the doorway.
“Yes Dobby,” I said still looking around.
Dobby reappeared seconds later with a tray of food for me.
“There is a bathroom in the room down the hall. If you wishes to take a bath, Mistress Isabella, then I could clean your robes for you,” Dobby said humbly.
“That would be nice. I’ll call you after I am through eating, alright?”
Dobby nodded and left. I ate in silence and then looked around again.
“Dobby,” I said softly. He appeared with a crack.
“Yes, Mistress Isabella?”
“I’m ready to bathe now.”
“Good. You may leave your clothes outside of the door and they will be clean when you are through with your bath,” Dobby said. I followed him down the hall to the last room on the left where there was a large bathtub, big enough to be a swimming pool.
Dobby disappeared as I turned on the water. When it was full I undressed and lowered myself into the steamy water. There were about 15 different taps containing different soaps and I tried them all. I found one that smelt like lavender and began to wash my hair.
About an hour later I finally drug myself away from the comfort of the tub and dressed in my now clean robes. I went back to my room and found Dobby waiting for me.
“What other rooms are on this floor?” I asked curiously.
“There is a library in the room to your right and Master Malfoy’s private study to your left. There is also the open room where the owls roost. The room is more like a balcony and there is always owls coming and going,” Dobby said.
“Is that all?”
“There are lots more rooms on the second floor where young Master Malfoy sleeps, and on the first floor there is a sitting room, and the kitchen of course. And then there is the dungeon-” Dobby stopped short and looked at me with a horrified expression on his face.
“You must never go near the dungeon, Mistress Isabella. Bad, bad, things down there. You must not go,” Dobby said frantically.
“Okay, okay, I won’t go!” I said hastily.
“Good,” Dobby said, then he turned and left.
I walked over to the bed to lie down, but I caught another glimpse of myself in the mirror, but this time I was different. Instead of being dressed in my old robes I was dressed in robes of green and silver. I looked down at myself. I was still wearing my old black robes, but my reflection was wearing different robes. I stepped to the left…and my reflection turned back into me; a scraggly girl wearing black robes.
“Ah, I see you’ve found The Mirror of Erised,” A voice said from the doorway. I jumped and whirled around to see Lucius standing in the doorway.
“Sorry, I should’ve knocked,” He said, coming in.
“That’s alright…The Mirror of what?”
“The Mirror of Erised. If you look into it at the correct angle you see whatever your heart desires most. I forgot I had put it in here,” He said lazily. He stared into the mirror for a moment before turning to me.
“Are you comfortable here?” He asked.
“Yes, very. You have a wonderful home, Monsieur Malfoy,” I said. He cleared his throat.
“Tomorrow you may go back to London and get yourself some new robes,” He said handing me a small bag of gold.
“Oh…thank you,” I said, surprised.
“I won’t have my assistant looking ragged,” He said in his usual drawling voice.
“Thanks,” I said again.
“You can take Dobby with you…or I could go with you,” He said. The thought of Lucius Malfoy being in the room while I changed robes brought me an immediate hot flash.
“I think I’ll just go alone if it’s alright,” I said with a smile. He cleared his throat again and then walked out of the door. I let out an involuntary shiver that wasn’t all that unpleasant and lay down on the bed to try and get some sleep.
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The next morning when I awoke I found Dobby standing inches from my face. I let out a startled yelp and sat up.
“Dobby is sorry, Mistress Isabella,” Dobby said nervously. He slapped himself in the face.
“Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!” He said to himself, literally beating himself up.
“It’s alright Dobby you just startled me,” I said soothingly.
“Master said you would be getting up soon if you wish to go to London today,” Dobby said, abandoning his self-punishment.
“What time is it?” I asked with a yawn.
“ ‘Tis Late. Nearly 9:00am. You missed breakfast would you like something brought to you?” Dobby asked.
“No thanks, I’ll just get going,” I said quickly. Dobby nodded and then disappeared with a ‘pop’. I got up and fixed my robes and hair, then disapparated to Diagon Alley.
Madame Malkin was bustling around her shop, busy cutting cloth when I walked in.
“I remember you,” She said waving a pin at me.
“Do you?”
“Yes. You were in here with Young Master Malfoy yesterday afternoon trying to start trouble in my shop,” She said disapprovingly.
“We weren’t starting trouble,” I said angrily. She huffed angrily.
“Well what do you want? I‘m a very busy woman,” She said.
“I need new robes,” I said. Her expression lightened and she smiled.
“Well why didn’t you say so!” she said happily, “Follow me please.”
I followed her to a back room with different types of cloth.
“I want silver robes,” I said, remembering the picture in The Mirror of Erised.
“Well let’s measure you first,” She said getting a tape measure.
An hour later I left the shop with three sets of new robes. I prowled around in a few other shops and purchased an interesting hairbrush. It was silver with a handle shaped like a serpent. I purchased a few more odds and ends and then, since I found nothing else to do, decided to return to the Malfoys. I tried to concentrate on the manor in order to Apparate back there, but a picture of Lucius Malfoy kept popping up in my head. Finally I thought I had it and felt myself being transported. I held my breath and heard a large crash.
“What the devil?” A voice said angrily. I opened my eyes and saw I had apparated inside of Lucius’ study. That wouldn’t have been so bad, except that I had Apparated on top of Lucius Malfoy.
“Oops,” I said hastily.
I scrambled to get up, grabbed my things, and fled the room. Safe inside my room I finally let out a breath that I had been holding for some time. Then I was overcome with laughter. I put my hands over my mouth to stifle the sound and busied myself putting away the things I had bought.
A while later Dobby came into my room.
“Master is going to the Ministry of Magic. Says you are to come with him. Hurry, hurry,” Dobby said urgently.
“Alright,” I said. I had already changed into my silver robes and brushed my hair. I hurried downstairs and found Lucius waiting for me.
“I have business with the Minister of magic. Since you’re my assistant I suppose you should come with me,” He said to me. I nodded in agreement.
When we arrived at the Ministry we were given little badges with our names on them. Lucius’ said ‘Lucius Malfoy; friend of the minister’. Mine said ‘Isabella Prewett; personal assistant of Lucius Malfoy’. Lucius found this amusing somehow. There was an old balding wizard at the front desk that had to inspect my wand.
“Cherry wood, 13 inches, basilisk fang core. That’s a very powerful wand you have there. Not planning to overthrow the Ministry are you little lady?” The wizard asked. I snorted indignantly and took my wand back. Lucius stared at the man for a moment before turning away, but the terror on the man’s face was undeniable.
“Come, the Minister’s office is this way,” Lucius said to me. I hurried to follow, throwing a last puzzled look at the terrified guard.
The Minister of Magic was an old rumpled looking man with sleek grey hair. He sat at a long desk with a quill in his hand, writing, when Lucius led me inside.
“Ah, Lucius, there you are my good man,” The Minister said, sitting a little straighter and putting his quill down.
“Minister this is Isabella Prewett, my, ah, personal assistant. Isabella, this is Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic,” Lucius said.
“Pleased to meet you,” I said shaking his hand.
“And you,” He said, “Please, have a seat, both of you.”
Fudge waved his wand and two chairs appeared in front of his desk. Lucius sat in one and I sat to his right.
“Now, I believe you had a matter to discuss with me Lucius,” Fudge said, turning all his attention to Lucius. I sat through their discussion only half-listening. They talked about some money the Malfoys had donated to the Ministry and then talked about Arthur Weasley.
“…I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do about it, Lucius. I’ve told you time and time again-” Fudge was saying when the door burst open.
“Glad I caught you Lucius! I was hoping to have a word with you,” Said a man with black hair and a hooked nose. Lucius turned his cold gaze upon the intruder.
“I’ll be with you in a moment Severus,” Lucius said coldly. The man ducked back out. The conversation quickly deteriorated after that. Finally I followed Lucius out of the door. He rounded upon the man name Severus.
“What was so important that you had to interrupt my meeting with the Minister, Snape?” Lucius asked icily. Severus Snape…the name sounded familiar…perhaps Draco had mentioned him yesterday.
“Surely you’ve heard the rumors, Lucius? They say he is getting stronger…He’s going to come back,” Snape said in an oily voice.
“Speak not of that here! Don’t you realize where we are, Severus? Or has Dumbledore softened your senses?” Lucius said in a cool, but furious voice. They fell silent as a group of witches passed us. I heard one of them mutter something about ‘death-eaters’ before they rounded the corner.
“Already people are talking,” Lucius said angrily. Snape shrugged and let his gaze fall on me.
“Severus this is my assistant, Isabella Prewett,” Lucius said.
“I can see that,” Snape said gesturing to my nametag. I stared at him, a cold expression on my face.
“I must be on my way now Lucius,” Snape said, undaunted by my glare.
“Fine. We must be off now as well,” Lucius said, sweeping me towards the stairs. Snape gave us a final look before disapparating.
“I don’t like him,” I remarked as soon as he was gone.
“A lot of people don’t like him,” Lucius said.
“Lucius!” A voice called. We turned to see Fudge coming out of his office.
“I’m going fishing with the Muggle Minister this weekend, would you like to come?” Fudge asked nervously.
“Of course,” Lucius said, a pleased smile on his face. Fudge retreated back into his office and we took the elevator back to the visitor’s entrance.
“Fishing? With muggles?” I asked with a snort.
“It’s good to have friends in high places, Isabella,” Lucius said. I nodded thoughtfully as we prepared to disapparate.
“Try not to land on top of me this time,” Lucius said with cold humor.
“Right,” I said sheepishly.
Saturday morning dawned early for me as Dobby woke me up at 6:00am.
“Are you going with master fishing?” Dobby asked prodding me awake.
“Is that a question or an invitation?” I yawned.
“An invitation,” Said a voice from the doorway. I looked up to see Lucius standing in my doorway.
“I suppose I must accept then,” I said with a small smile.
The muggle minister looked frightened when we appeared in his office by means of floo powder.
“Ready to go then, minister?” Fudge asked.
“R-right…I didn’t know you came so… heavily guarded,” The muggle said.
“This is Isabella Prewett and Lucius Malfoy,” Fudge said.
“Pleased to meet you,” Lucius said to him. The muggle fidgeted nervously. I smiled at him, a cold smile.
“Shall we be off then?” Fudge asked.
“Of course,” The muggle said.
“Certainly,” Lucius said with a steely glint in his eye.
A few hours later I was soaking with sweat and mud and I smelt like fish.
“I hate fishing,” I muttered under my breath.
Fudge and his Muggle friend were out in the boat and Lucius was sitting in a chair with s mall smile on his face. He laughed, a low, dangerous sound that made my blood run cold.
“What’s so funny?” I asked, not in the mood to be laughed at.
“You act as if you’ve never been fishing before,” He said.
“I haven’t,” I replied coldly.
I tried to cast the line again and got tangled up in the line. I tried to move but the hook was poking me in the back.
“Hold on,” Lucius said getting up to help. I stood as still as a statue as Lucius gently removed the hook from my back and unwrapped the line from around me. I felt myself blush as his hand brushed my back. I dropped the fishing pole on the ground.
“Stupid muggle contraption,” I said to myself. Lucius laughed softly.
“Why don’t they just magic the fish out?” I asked incredulously.
“It’s supposed to be fun,” He replied, moving back to his chair. I growled in frustration and withdrew my wand.
“Accio fish,” I said angrily. A single fish flew out of the water and landed on the ground next to me. Satisfied I sat in a chair next to Lucius.
“That was fun,” I said.
“That wasn’t fun. This is fun,” Lucius said, raising his wand. The fish flew through the air in a figure 8, following Lucius’ wand.
“Nice,” I said, impressed.
“It’d be better if it was a mudblood or a muggle,” He replied, amused.
I nodded uncertainly.
“Maybe.” I said.
“It’s not like it would hurt them. Besides, if they weren’t so weak they could fight back,” Lucius said in a convincing tone.
“Maybe.”
Lucius stared at me for a moment and I smiled.
“Yeah. You’re right,” I said with a wicked grin.
“Of course I am.”
September came quickly and Draco left for school. I followed Lucius around and did what he told me. Later in the month we received a letter from Draco.
Dear mum and father,
Harry Potter and his Weasley friend came to school in a flying car! I thought Arthur Weasley was supposed to confiscate and eliminate objects, not tamper with them. Also, Ron Weasley tried to hex me yesterday, and now he’s puking up slugs. It’s hilarious. I made the Quidditch team, too. You should’ve seen the look on Potter’s face when he saw the brooms you bought us!
Sincerely,
Draco
“Sounds like he’s having fun,” I said to Lucius. We were sitting in his study. It was late afternoon and the sun was peeking through the window.
“Lucius!” A voice called from downstairs. It was Narcissa. Lucius stood up and strode towards the stairs.
“Stay here,” He said to me. I nodded to him and went into my room…and listened at the door to their conversation.
“…Cousin has fallen ill and I need to go see her,” Narcissa was saying.
“Fine. How long will you be gone?” Lucius asked.
“A few days, maybe a week,” she replied.
I’d be staying here with Lucius. I felt warm all over, but that feeling was quickly replaced by panic. Just Lucius and me? Yikes! I heard Narcissa leave and then heard Lucius coming back upstairs. I busied myself brushing my hair in the mirror.
“We have business with the minister,” Lucius said, coming in my room.
“Fine. Let’s go,” I said, preparing to disapparate.
This time the wizard at the front desk didn’t ask for my wand. The minister was sitting at his desk just like before reading a pamphlet.
“Hello, Lucius, Isabella,” Fudge said abandoning the pamphlet.
“Hello minister. I suppose you heard about Arthur Weasley?” Lucius asked.
“Yes Lucius, He’s facing a trial for the possession of bewitched muggle artifacts,” Fudge said sharply.
“A flying car. How… un-wizard like,” Lucius said. Fudge nodded in agreement.
“He’ll be facing full trial of course?” Lucius asked.
“Indeed, but it seems he will get off. There’s a loop hole in the law,” Fudge said.
“He wrote that law,” Lucius said, eyes flashing angrily.
“Indeed, but it was voted fair by the governors,” Fudge said hastily.
“Fine. Fine,” Lucius said, turning to leave.
“Sorry Lucius,” Fudge said.
“Come Isabella,” Lucius said, ignoring the minister.
I scampered out of the office.
“Arthur Weasley has been speaking against me for years, trying to get me put in prison,” Lucius said to me when we were back home.
“Why would you be put in prison?” I asked.
“Can you keep a secret, Isabella?”
“Of course!”
“I was…am a death-eater,” He said after a moments silence.
“What is a death-eater?”
“A follower of The Dark Lord. A lot of the purebloods followed him in the dark ages. Those who followed him were branded with the dark mark,” He said rolling up his sleeve. There was a mark burned onto his arm. A skull with a snake coming out of its mouth.
“That’s…bad?” I asked uncertainly.
“That’s bad… according to the ministry. Arthur Weasley has been trying to get my sentence revoked for years. Luckily, Fudge is a friend of mine… for the time being. But if a new Minister of Magic is appointed I may be sent back to Azkaban,” He said softly.
“But what about the dark lord? Is he…dead?” I asked uncertainly.
“No… The dark lord is coming back to strength and I will be there for him when he returns. Not only because I chose to…but because I have no choice,” He said quietly.
“Why?”
“The Dark Lord has ways of dealing with traitors… much like my own,” He said in a dangerous tone.
“I won’t betray the dark lord…or you,” I promised.
Lucius cleared his throat and stepped away from me.
“Do you want to be a servant of the dark lord?” He asked quietly.
I wanted desperately for Lucius to like me so I nodded slowly.
“Then it is time for you to meet the other death-eaters who remain faithful to the dark lord,” He said, pressing his fingers over the dark mark on his arm. There was a blinding flash of green light and I had to close my eyes. When I opened them we were surrounded in hooded figures wearing masks.
“Lucius…Why have you called us here?” Asked a nervous voice from behind one of the masks.
“Isabella wishes to become a servant of the Dark Lord,” Lucius said.
“What’s the point? The Dark Lord hasn’t been seen since Quirrel disappeared,” Said a familiar nasty voice.
“Well Severus, if you’d rather not have remained faithful to the dark lord when he returns-”
“That’s not what I meant!” Severus snarled from behind his mask.
“Then you will agree that we should continue to find followers for him?”
“Yes. Only willing participants of course,” Severus said sneering at me.
I glared coldly at him.
“But of course she’d do anything for her master,” Severus said glancing at Lucius.
“The only master I serve is the dark lord!” I hissed. Yikes, where did that come from?! A few of the death eaters hissed approvingly and Lucius smiled at me.
“Then we will brand her with the dark mark?” Asked another Death eater.
“Naturally. Although this would normally be the job of the Dark Lord himself we will do it now until he is returned to full power,” Lucius said.
The death eater nodded his agreement.
“Are you ready, Isabella?” Lucius asked.
“Yes.”
“Then let us begin,” He said joining the Death Eaters who had begun to circle around me. They all had their wands lifted. Lucius took my wrist in his hand and placed the tip of his wand on my forearm.
“Morsmordre,” The death eaters said simultaneously. I felt the mark being cut into my flesh and wanted to scream, but couldn’t. Fear filled me. I looked up for reassurance and saw Lucius staring at me, smiling, a cold, dead smile.
After the Dark Mark had been burned onto my arm the other death eaters left.
“Hurts don’t it?” Lucius said sympathetically. I nodded numbly.
“Why don’t you go take a bath. It will help it feel better,” He suggested quietly.
“Alright,” I said, too tired to argue.
I had trouble concentrating on my bath thinking of Lucius in the very next room. Finally I got out, dried off and re-dressed. Lucius was still in his study.
“Are you alright?” He asked.
“Yeah. Fine. I’m fine,” I said quickly.
“Good. Would you like to go out and have a drink?” He asked.
“Is this business or pleasure?” I asked with a smile.
“a little of both,” He replied, returning my smile.
“Where are we going?” I asked, following him as he got his traveling cloak.
“Hogsmeade. There’s a pub there that Albus Dumbledore likes to visit on occasion,” Lucius said.
“The Headmaster of Hogwarts?”
“Yes. I’ve been meaning to talk to him. Are you ready?” He asked.
“Yeah.”
We apparated outside of the Three Broomsticks, the pub Lucius was referring to, at the same time someone was walking up the lane.
“Ah! Albus, just the man I was looking for,” Lucius said striding towards the approaching figure.
“Hello Lucius,” Dumbledore said, not altogether happy to see him.
“Come on Albus come have a drink with us,” Lucius said heartily.
“Isabella Prewett, is that you?” Dumbledore asked uncertainly.
“Indeed. Nice to see you remember me, headmaster,” I said with a cold smile.
“Well of course I remember. You let off a whole case of Filibuster’s fireworks in Professor Binn’s class,” He replied with a happy twinkle in his eye. I flushed deep red and Lucius smiled at me.
“So you’re working for our Lucius then?” Dumbledore asked.
“I am,” I said coolly.
“Well if we’re going to have a drink, Lucius, perhaps we should go to the Hogs head for a quieter atmosphere?” Dumbledore suggested.
“Suit yourself,” Lucius said.
‘Quieter atmosphere’ was an understatement. The Hogs head pub was nearly deserted except for a scraggly wizard sitting at the bar and the bartender.
“What can I get for you Albus?” Asked the bartender.
“Butterbeer, please, Tom,” Dumbledore said.
“And what about you two?” The Bartender asked.
“Butterbeer is fine,” Lucius said. I nodded in agreement. The wizard sitting at the bar was fidgeting nervously.
“Mundungus Fletcher,” Lucius said in a loud drawling voice. The wizard jumped and turned to face him nervously.
“Hello Mr. Malfoy, didn’t see you there,” He said in a hoarse voice.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in prison?” Dumbledore asked sharply.
“J-just got released, Albus,” Mundungus said nervously.
“I believe you have something of mine, Dung?” Lucius asked in a steely voice.
“I’ll get it to you tomorrow. I swear I will Lucius,” Mundungus said in a falsely happy voice, “Let me buy you a drink.”
“No thank you,” Lucius said.
“Right…Well I’d best be on my way then,” Mundungus said, then he scampered off.
“He seemed frightened of you Lucius…” Dumbledore said, a strained smile on his face.
“really? Now why would he be frightened?” Lucius said absently rubbing his wrist.
“I haven’t the slightest idea,” Dumbledore said, smiling. I wanted to wipe the foolish smile off of his face, but a flash of pain from my scar interrupted my thoughts. I let out a startled cry. They both glanced at me and then continued their conversation.
“Must’ve stepped on something,” I mumbled lamely. I fiddled with my bottle of butterbeer while they finished their conversation.
I was examining the label on the bottle when I noticed blood trickling down my wrist. I wiped it off with the hem of my robe, but Dumbledore had seen the blood.
“Your wrist is bleeding,” Dumbledore said to me.
“I noticed,” I said trying not to sound annoyed.
“Let me see it,” He offered.
“No. I’m fine,” I said not knowing what turmoil would erupt if my dark mark was seen.
“Suit yourself,” He said with a puzzled shrug.
After a few more minutes of hushed conversation Dumbledore finally stood up.
“I’m afraid I have to get back to the castle,” He said to Lucius and I.
“Nice chatting with you Albus,” Lucius said with a smile. They shook hands and then Dumbledore disappeared into the night.
“Time to go,” Lucius said to me. We walked back outside and then disapparated back to the Manor.
“Why is it still bleeding?” I said, furiously jerking up my sleeve. Lucius walked closer to me and looked at the mark.
“It’ll do that for a while,” He said gently holding my wrist. His hands were cold and my heart stuttered in my chest. I looked questioningly into his green eyes. He cleared his throat and stepped back, releasing my hand as he did so.
He left the room abruptly and I went up to my bedroom. I looked at my reflection in the mirror or Erised and then moved to the left so I could see my hearts desire. I was again dressed in the beautiful silver and green robes, but this time I was sitting in a large golden chair. The chairs beside me were filled with teachers. Then it dawned on me. I was Headmistress at Hogwarts! That was my hearts desire. Yeah that would be pretty cool, but I’d expected something different. I squinted at the picture and saw a familiar face to my left. Lucius Malfoy. That was more like it. I grinned at myself and myself grinned back at me.
“What are you smiling at?” Asked a voice from behind me. It was Lucius.
“Nothing,” I said quickly.
“What do you see in the Mirror of Erised?”
“I see myself as Headmistress of Hogwarts,” I said.
“Is that all?”
“I’m head of Slytherin house,” I replied smugly.
“Ah.”
Lucius looked at his reflection for a moment.
“What do you see?” I asked curiously. He was silent for a full minuminute before answering.
“I see myself at The Dark Lord’s side,” He said finally.
“Oh.” I said in a slightly disappointed voice.
I wondered if I was in his reflection, too, but didn’t dare ask. I looked at him, wishing I could see his heart’s desire. He glanced up at me and I held his gaze.
“Does your arm still hurt?” He asked quietly.
“A little. Not as bad as it did,” I said, looking at the dark mark on my arm. It was starting to scab over. When I looked up Lucius was closer to me than before.
“It will always hurt…” He said, his voice trailing off.
“Does yours?”
“Sometimes.” He replied rubbing the Mark on his arm again. He pulled up his sleeve to show my. His scar was old and only faintly outlined on his arm. I touched his arm gently and my scar seared with pain. He winced.
“Sorry,” I said softly. He touched my cheek gently with one cold finger. Then he let out a half-hearted sigh and left the room. I sat on my bed…well more like I collapsed. I let out a long sigh and closed my eyes. My head felt light, but that could’ve been because of the butterbeer…or the loss of blood…
“Does Mistress Isabella need anything?” Dobby asked coming into my room.
“No thank you Dobby. I’m just confused,” I said tiredly.
“Perhaps Dobby can help!” Dobby said excitedly.
“I doubt it,” I said blandly.
“Master is confused, too,” Dobby remarked.
“Really?” I asked, sitting up.
“What? Dobby didn’t say anything,” Dobby said, banging himself in the head.
“Bad Dobby,” He said angrily.
The next day dawned as if nothing had happened. Around lunchtime Dobby and Lucius came into my room.
“Come Isabella, we need to go visit Mundungus Fletcher. He owes me money,” Lucius said. Dobby ran in behind him and handed him his traveling cloak.
“Alright,” I said, getting up.
Mundungus Fletcher lived in the middle of a muggle village. His house was a shack that was in shambles. Lucius rapped on the door and there was no answer.
“Dung, I know you’re in there! I suggest you open the door, and I suggest you do it now,” Lucius said coldly. When the door didn’t open Lucius withdrew his wand and blasted it open.
“What the bloody hell?!” A voice shouted. As the dust cleared we saw Mundungus cowering in fear behind a chair.
“l-Lucius. D-d-didn’t hear you knock,” Mundungus stammered.
“tsk tsk. Now Dung, you told me you’d have it for me today,” Lucius said coolly.
“Oh, did I? Must’ve…slipped my mind,”
“Oh yes? Well, slippery as your mind is I expect to be paid, Dung,” Lucius said. I looked around Mundungus’ house. There were all sorts of expensive-looking things. Knives, swords, and all sorts of gold and silver jewelry.
“Where’d you get all this?” I asked in awe.
“I… found it,” Mundungus replied.
“You stole it?”
“Well stealing is so… technical,” He replied.
I glanced over the jewelry and something caught my eye. A silver necklace with a silver snake with emeralds for eyes.
“Where did you get this?” I asked in a dangerous voice.
“Found it.” He replied.
“No you didn’t you stole it, you thief! My mother gave this to me when I was five!” I said angrily.
“I didn’t steal it!” He protested.
“You lying little Mudblood!” I snarled, raising my wand and pointing it at his heart.
“Easy, Isabella, I’m sure you can get it back,” Lucius said smoothly.
“I’ve been offered 1,000 galleons for that!” Mundungus protested.
“How about you give it to me…or I kill you,” I said, breathing heavily.
“How about you don’t kill me…and I give it to you for a hundred galleons?” He asked.
“You’re in no position to bargain, Dung,” Lucius said with a dangerous chuckle.
“Well I’m not giving it back without payment,” Mundungus said stubbornly.
“Payment?! You want payment? I’ll give you payment,’ I hissed dangerously.
“Really?”
“Here’s your payment! Crucio!” I shouted. Screams of pain filled the small shack. Mundungus legs buckled from beneath him. He rolled over on his back and began to shake violently.
“Muffliato,” Lucius said, aiming his wand at the door. I knew that no matter how loud he screamed Mundungus would not be heard by the muggles.
Adrenaline rushed through my veins as I tortured him and, against my wishes, I was beginning to enjoy the sound of his painful screams.
“Stop before you give him brain damage,” Lucius said to me.
“Why do you care?” I snarled, but I lowered my wand nonetheless.
“I can’t get money from a man whose mind has been turned to mush,” He said with a nasty smirk.
“Fine,” I said, stowing my wand away. Mundungus was lying in a crumpled heap on the floor, sobbing.
“Y-you can… have it…the necklace…and the money…it’s in the vault…” He sobbed. Lucius nodded curtly and made his way to a large iron vault in the back of the room. I took my mother’s necklace off of the wall and put it around my neck. Lucius pocketed a bag of gold and then turned back to Mundungus.
“You want to torture him some more? I could help,” He said to me.
“No. I’m good,” I said, smiling coldly.
“Back to the manor then. And Dung-?”
“Yes…Mr. Malfoy?”
“If you tell anyone about this…I’ll kill you… and it won’t be pretty…” Lucius said.
“No way! If anyone kills him, it’s me! And it will be quite pretty,” I said to him.
“God no! don’t…let her… near me…Mr. Malfoy…please,” Mundungus said, kissing the hems of Lucius’ robes.
“Get off of me,” He snarled, kicking Mundungus.
“Please… don’t let her… hurt me!” He cried.
“You’re fine! Now let’s go Isabella… before I change my mind,” Lucius said to me.
When apparated back home Lucius stared at me for a full minute before saying anything.
“That was… great. I didn’t think you had it in you, Isabella,” Lucius said, sounding impressed.
“I just wanted my mother necklace,” I said quietly. He moved closer to me and examined the necklace.
“This?” He asked, fingering it.
“Belonged to Salazar Slytherin,” I said proudly.
He examined it a moment longer.
“suits you,” He said with a nod.
“Was that a compliment?” I asked coyly.
“Depends on what you think,” He said, taking a step closer.
“About what?” I asked, heart pounding.
“This,” He said, grabbing me. He kissed me passionately, slowly and hungrily. Snake-like would be the only way to describe it.
He stopped and took a step back, eyes closed. Confused and panicky I fled to my upstairs bedroom. I sat on my bed and closed my eyes. Okay, I thought, I’d just kissed Lucius…that’s what I wanted, right? No, said another part of me, that was wrong. What I just did was wrong on so many levels. Mainly the fact that he was married. But he’d kissed me… and I’d liked it.
“Oh God,” I groaned laying back.. I heard his footsteps come up the stairs and pause at my open bedroom door.
“I’m sorry, Isabella,” he said.
“no. Don’t be,” I said on an exhale.
“What?”
“What just happened wasn’t a good thing…but I…”
“Yeah,” He said softly, nodding in understanding. We were silent a moment.
“then it was a compliment,” He said. Then he turned and walked back down the stairs. I heard a door open and close and then I sat up. Dobby was standing in my doorway.
“Does you want your supper now, Mistress Isabella, or will you be dining in the dining room with Master?” Dobby asked, green eyes solemn.
“Dining room, I think. Check with Lucius first,” I said softly.
“Yes ma’am.”
We ate dinner in silence that night, but Lucius was considerably warmer towards me after that day.
thanx Pottergirl66 I'm glad people are reading this. It's giong to pretty long, but definately interesting.
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October came and went with November following along behind it. It was growing cold and windy and Lucius spent less time at home and more time at the ministry of Magic. Arthur Weasley had gotten off free after his trail and Lucius and Fudge weren’t getting along very well. Lucius would have been in a right foul mood had there not been news about attacks at Hogwarts.
“Aren’t you afraid Draco will get hurt?” I asked one afternoon as we sat in his study.
“Draco can take care of himself. Besides, he is pureblood… and only Mudbloods have been attacked so far,” Lucius said not looking up from the parchment he was writing on.
Another letter from Draco came the next day.
Potter broke his arm during the last Quidditch match. It was hilarious. Someone had tampered with one of the bludgers and it zoomed around trying to kill him throughout the entire game. And then Professor Lockhart removed all the bones in his arm by mistake! Another student was attacked, a mudblood of course. And as it turns out Harry Potter is a Parslemouth and now everyone thinks He’s the heir of Slytherin! Can you believe that rubbish. They say the chamber of secrets has been opened before. Who did it?
Sincerely,
Draco
“Foolish boy,” Lucius muttered, tossing the letter aside.
“What is a chamber of secrets?” I asked curiously. Lucius turned to face me.
“The Chamber of Secrets was created by Salazar Slytherin himself. They say he kept a horrible monster within the chamber and the last time the chamber was opened someone used it to attack Mudbloods,” He said.
“Sounds familiar,” I said raising an eyebrow at him.
“It wasn’t me I assure you… I’m not that old Isabella,” He said indignantly.
“Who was it?”
“The Dark Lord when he went to school at Hogwarts.”
“what kind of monster is in there?” I asked curiously.
“A basilisk,” He replied.
“Oh. Well that’s not so bad,” I said.
“ ‘Not so bad’? A monster that can kill with a single look is ‘ not so bad’?” Lucius asked, smiling.
“Well…All you have to do is not look at it,” I said.
“Or get bit by it,” Lucius said.
“I wonder how they got the basilisk fang for my wand,” I said aloud.
“Why don’t you just ask Mr. Ollivander, the wand-maker?”
“Maybe I will… next time we got to Diagon Alley,” I said.
“We could go now. I have business to tend to with someone there,” He suggested.
“Fine.”
We apparated right outside of Mr. Ollivander’s wand shop.
“You go talk to Mr. Ollivander. I have something to do,” Lucius said quickly.
“Alright,” I said with a shrug. I walked into the old wand shop and rang the bell on the front desk.
“Hello Ms. Prewett, How can I help you?” Ollivander said appearing from behind a shelf.
“I was wondering, Mr. Ollivander, how you got the basilisk fang,” I said.
“for your wand? Goodness, it was years and years ago. A young boy brought it into me and asked me to make a wand out of it,” Mr. Ollivander said.
“Who was the boy?” I asked. Mr. Ollivander surveyed me over the top of his rounded glasses.
“Do you know the man they call ‘He-who-must-not-be-named’?” Mr. Ollivander asked.
“The Dark Lord?”
“Well, Yes. When he was a young boy he brought me a Basilisk fang hoping I could make him a wand out of it. Well I did, but the wand wouldn’t choose him. I thought for a while it didn’t work, until you came into my shop and it chose you,” Mr. Ollivander said quietly. I shuddered inwardly and felt the Dark Mark on my arm burn. The wand I had was made for the Dark Lord. I couldn’t wait to tell Lucius.
“Wow. Thanks Mr. Ollivander,” I said with a grin.
“Anytime, Ms. Prewett,” He said waving to me as I left.
I waited for Lucius and when he arrived he asked me what Ollivander had said.
“I’ll tell you when we get back to the manor,” I said in an undertone.
As soon as we were back in his study I told Lucius what Mr. Ollivander had said about my wand.
“That’s very interesting,” He said nodding his head slowly.
When I awoke on Christmas morning it was snowing heavily outside of my window. Dobby was standing at the foot of my bed grinning.
“Merry Christmas, Mistress Isabella. Master wants to see you in the sitting room. He has a surprise for you,” Dobby said, eyes shining. Narcissa was gone for the Holidays so I was a little more relaxed than usual when I walked down the stairs. Lucius was standing in the middle of the sitting room with his hands behind his back.
“What?” I asked grinning.
“Happy Christmas, Isabella,” Lucius said, bringing his hands from behind his back. A small brown bat sat perched on his fist.
“Oh, wow,” I said, staring at the bat, “she’s beautiful!”
“Yes. She’s for you, so you can have a companion. It must get awfully dreary following me around all the time and then staying shut up in your room,” Lucius said. The bat flew from his fist and onto my shoulder.
“Not dreary at all,” I murmured.
Lucius grinned at me and I couldn’t help but smile back.
“I got something for you, too,” I said happily.
“You didn’t have to do that, Isabella,” He said, shocked.
“Well I did. Stay right here,” I said. I ran upstairs and got his present that I had retrieved yesterday.
“Here you go,” I said handing it to him. It was a wooden staff with a silver serpent’s head on the end, not unlike the one on my necklace.
“Thank you Isabella. This must have cost a fortune,” He said. I shrugged my shoulders, blushing a deep shade of red. There was a loud knock on the door and Dobby rushed to answer it. He returned a moment later escorting two people, a reporter and her photographer.
“Are you Mr. Lucius Malfoy?” The reporter asked.
“I am,” He replied curtly.
“My name is Rita Skeeter. I was hoping to get your comment on the trial against Mr. Weasley. He was finned 50 galleons for bewitching a muggle artifact. The minister told us that you have called for Arthur Weasley’s resignation. Can you tell us why?” The reporter asked.
“Weasley has brought the Ministry into disrepute. He’s clearly unfit to right wizarding laws and I believe his ridiculous Muggle Protection Act should be scrapped immediately.” Lucius said. I hadn’t seen Lucius that happy since I let him burn the dark mark onto my arm, except perhaps when I was torturing Mundungus. I listened to their conversation, not altogether happy to have my time alone with Lucius compromised. Finally Rita Skeeter stood up and left, telling Lucius his comments on the subject would be in The Daily Prophet. Lucius turned to me, a cold grin on his face, and chuckled softly.
“I thought she’d never leave,” He said softly, sweeping me into an embrace. I lost myself for a moment in his warmth until the doorbell rang again.
“What now?!” I asked angrily as he pulled away from me. He shrugged his shoulders as Dobby led three men into the sitting room where we stood, a barely respectable distance apart. One of the men cleared his throat.
“We have orders from the Minister to search your mansion for, ah, unfriendly items,” Said the tallest man. Lucius stiffened.
“What? This is preposterous!” He snarled.
“Our orders are from the Minister himself,” the wizard said with a shrug.
“Fine! Fine. Search away,” Lucius said, forcing himself into a calm state of mind. I stood still as the three wizards began to spread throughout the house. When they headed upstairs to my room I followed them, not at all liking the idea of them rummaging through my stuff. I tucked my necklace into my robes so they couldn’t see it. It had belonged to Salazar Slytherin so I didn’t think it was a ‘friendly’ object…to them at least. The wizards pawed through my stuff inquiring about my hairbrush and the Mirror of Erised.
Lucius appeared behind me, face showing complete rage. I placed a soothing hand on his arm as the wizards searched my wardrobe. Finally, they announced they were through with their search and they had found nothing potentially dangerous.
“We’re sorry for disturbing you Mr. Malfoy. It won’t happen again,” Said the tallest wizard. The other two nodded in agreement. Lucius stared at them coldly as they left, not saying anything. We stood there a moment after they had left. The mood was ruined. Lucius was furious at having his home violated and I was furious because they had pawed through my things… and interrupted us.
“I’ve a bone to pick with the minister,” Lucius said, “come on.”
We apparated outside the Ministry of Magic and we both went in, anger festering in our hearts. Fudge let out a frightened gasp when we entered his office.
“Ah, Hello Lucius,” Fudge said nervously.
“Minister,” Lucius said coldly.
“You’re here because of the raids-?”
“Indeed. I would like to know why you felt in necessary to send Aurors to search my home… on Christmas Day no less!” L
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