Foudebassan cleans her HD - 2/4
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foudebassanLucissa, missing scene, 300 words, no DH spoilers.
“Darling, I have an idea,” Lucius declared one bright June morning. They were still in bed – the valet Elf had duly presented Narcissa with the morning papers and a cup of tea, dark, no sugar. He had studiously avoided Lucius’ side of the bed as the wizard had a marked tendency to be nasty to whomever dared wake him up, wife and son excluded.
“Are you awake already?” Narcissa said with a hint of surprise. It usually took a few whacks on the bottom with the rolled-up Daily Prophet to elicit a matutinal response from Lucius.
“Yes, and I have an idea…”
He was interrupted by a monumental crash emanating from somewhere near Draco’s bedroom, followed by a piercing scream. They both ignored it – if he was still able to make that much noise, it couldn’t be anything the Elves wouldn’t be able to handle.
“I had a dream about that notebook He left us.”
“You can’t mean…”
“I do. We ought to get rid of it. It’s been more than ten years now, He won’t be back, not now. And if we manage to compromise someone else with it…”
Narcissa held still.
“Do you think there is a change of the Manor being searched…?”
“No, no, of course not, and they would not be able to find anything anyway. But ultimately, this is not something we can pass on to Draco.”
His wife pursed her lips. She did not like the idea one little bit, but he did have a point. “Can’t it wait a little longer?”
“What for? No, I’ll take it with me when I take Draco shopping on Diagon Alley… I should manage to slip it to one of those disgusting Weasleys…”
Well then, there was nothing to be done for it. Narcissa folded the Prophet and stood up.
“Very well. I do warn you, however, if this goes wrong, I shall hold you responsible…”
“Darling, I have an idea,” Lucius declared one bright June morning. They were still in bed – the valet Elf had duly presented Narcissa with the morning papers and a cup of tea, dark, no sugar. He had studiously avoided Lucius’ side of the bed as the wizard had a marked tendency to be nasty to whomever dared wake him up, wife and son excluded.
“Are you awake already?” Narcissa said with a hint of surprise. It usually took a few whacks on the bottom with the rolled-up Daily Prophet to elicit a matutinal response from Lucius.
“Yes, and I have an idea…”
He was interrupted by a monumental crash emanating from somewhere near Draco’s bedroom, followed by a piercing scream. They both ignored it – if he was still able to make that much noise, it couldn’t be anything the Elves wouldn’t be able to handle.
“I had a dream about that notebook He left us.”
“You can’t mean…”
“I do. We ought to get rid of it. It’s been more than ten years now, He won’t be back, not now. And if we manage to compromise someone else with it…”
Narcissa held still.
“Do you think there is a change of the Manor being searched…?”
“No, no, of course not, and they would not be able to find anything anyway. But ultimately, this is not something we can pass on to Draco.”
His wife pursed her lips. She did not like the idea one little bit, but he did have a point. “Can’t it wait a little longer?”
“What for? No, I’ll take it with me when I take Draco shopping on Diagon Alley… I should manage to slip it to one of those disgusting Weasleys…”
Well then, there was nothing to be done for it. Narcissa folded the Prophet and stood up.
“Very well. I do warn you, however, if this goes wrong, I shall hold you responsible…”
