Harry Potter and the Skittering Spouse

[LBS]

Luna is my favorite character in the Harry Potter world. I believe she just likes to playfully challenge stablished norms, she has been writing for The Quibbler from a very young age, her father is her editor and publisher. It maybe their way to bond.
So there is no way she'd drop the act, specially when the alternative is so much more entertaining.
Last but not least she is a Ravenclaw, if she were just dumb she'd be a Griffindor.

 

[Barghest Blue]

That's not really how the Sorting System works, since by that logic Hermione shouldn't be in Gryffindor. It would also mean that Slytherin are the most cunning, ambitious and rule breaking kids in the school, which uh...

It seems more accurate to say that you are placed in a House based on what you value, not what you are

So people who value (or believe themselves to be) knowledge, learning and wisdom (or being in Ravenclaw) go to Ravenclaw, even if they aren't actually any of those things (at least, at the time they're sorted)

And likewise, the kids who value the qualities Salazar looked for would go to his House

 

[Jen T]

The actual truth of the sorting hat is that protagonists go to Gryffindor, antagonists go to Slytherin, nerds and secondary characters go to Ravenclaw, and characters who don't get characterization go to Hufflepuff.

 

[Icare]

The actual truth of the sorting hat is that protagonists go to Gryffindor, antagonists go to Slytherin, nerds and secondary characters go to Ravenclaw, and characters who don't get characterization go to Hufflepuff.

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With exceptions : lockhart (though arguably : primarily fiction writer= nerd ?), pettigrew...
I believe that it was built the other way around : slytherin were made antagonist by default, ravenclaw turned into nerds, and Rowling forgot what characterization she had intended on any in hufflepuff.

 

[rbrown0au]

Luna is my favorite character in the Harry Potter world. ...

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In case you haven't seen it...

Well, there is that ficca which had Luna summon a great old one to the hogwarts main hall, so...

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It's Always The Quiet Ones by PixelWriter1 "Some people can only be pushed so far. Luna will take a lot, but it's best not to insult her mother."

 

[Fencer]

In case you haven't seen it...

It's Always The Quiet Ones by PixelWriter1 "Some people can only be pushed so far. Luna will take a lot, but it's best not to insult her mother."

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Oh man I know that one! That's how you do lovecraftian horrors properly!
The idiot Lovecraft never really grasped how to properly convey horror in my opinion but maybe that has more to do with the changing times or even just how impatient I can be. Still he laid a foundation for others to build on so he gave us something .

 

[Suryn]

Oh man I know that one! That's how you do lovecraftian horrors properly!
The idiot Lovecraft never really grasped how to properly convey horror in my opinion but maybe that has more to do with the changing times or even just how impatient I can be. Still he laid a foundation for others to build on so he gave us something .

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Lovecraft had many many issues. Which directly affected his ability to portray things. So things he viewed as horrify, just aren't to more well adjusted people.

 

[Whitewings]

So things he viewed as horrify, just aren't to more well adjusted people.

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And standards of horrific have changed over most of a century. When Lovecraft wrote, a sapient extraterrestrial quasi-insect was inherently horrific; today we call it Stinkfly and make it a hero in a children's entertainment.

 

[grigrif]

I think people kinda forget that Dumbledor was grooming Harry to sacrifice himself at the end. He didn't want to make Harry better at fighting, even outside of the morality of training child soldier, he wanted him to be a dumb hero not an hardened soldier.

 

[Jen T]

I think people kinda forget that Dumbledor was grooming Harry to sacrifice himself at the end. He didn't want to make Harry better at fighting, even outside of the morality of training child soldier, he wanted him to be a dumb hero not an hardened soldier.

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Dumbledore's character was incoherent, not malicious. His whole thing was that he wanted Harry to sacrifice himself...because Harry needed to die anyway, but this method meant Harry had a chance of coming back to life. (How did he know or even come to suspect this? Prophecy bullshit, probably, don't worry about it.)

He probably could've killed Harry himself at one of many points if the concern was solely getting rid of the Horcrux.

 

[henifataffle]

That and it is such a ridiculously convoluted plan that should've fallen apart immediately because of how many holes it had.

 

[Hida Reju]

I see Luna as the Wizarding worlds take on Autism. She views things just off of the norm for them and may even be insightful but information provided in a way that does not make sense to anyone else reading it.

She also does not rule out anything until she is sure its not certain by her standards. Not seeing something does not mean it does not exist to her no matter if no one else ever sees it. IF there is a shred of proof it might exist it does until she is sure.

That is very Neruotypical as far as I understand it. Now you throw in magic.....

 

[Prince Charon]

That and it is such a ridiculously convoluted plan that should've fallen apart immediately because of how many holes it had.

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AFAICT, his actual plan did fall apart, and Harry only won due to author fiat sheer dumb luck.

 

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{}{}{}{} Taylor

After catching Ron and Hermione up on the discussion with Dumbledore, the rest of the day became a fight to stay awake and fix our sleep schedules.

By morning most of the castle was muttering about the fact Dumbledore had dismissed Harry telling him Draco was marked. And the upper years were keeping a close eye on all the younger students. And the Slytherin's seemed to be fracturing into multiple groups. Not just the clicks you might expect in a school, they were doing their best to leave three or four spaces between groups, and the groups watched each other at least as much as they watched the rest of us.

Snape looked like he had spent the whole night pacing. Bags under his eyes, robes a mess, hands shaking a little.

Dumbledore was absent. And the entire student body took notice. It really fed the rumors and paranoia.

I gave things a week, at most, before we had our first duel in the halls. Maybe even an all out brawl depending on how hot tempers ran.

Still things were mostly contained until the Daily Prophet arrived. I only had time to glance at the headline before an uproar swept the hall.

Draco Malfoy a Death Eater! Murdered in his cell before interrogation! Ministry in chaos!

I didn't bother to read the article. The details might be interesting, but on the whole it was straightforward. The Ministry was clearly compromised. If I had Lisa here to vet people, or if we could interrogate everyone with truth potion, a working relationship might have been worthwhile. I had none of those options, which meant whatever group Harry and I set up needed to operate on its own. There would be no real support.

One of the Slytherin girls, the one who clearly wanted to be Mrs. Malfoy one day, wailed like her heart had been ripped out of her chest. I had heard plenty of that after Leviathan, and more after the Nine. I couldn't really find any pity for her shattered infatuation. Not when the boy she was grieving over chose mass slaughter as a political stance. Right now, the important thing was to watch everyone.

"Blimey." Ron croaked out. "I never thought… did you know this would happen?" The question could have been directed at Harry, but realistically…

"No." I answered absently. "It was a possibility, but I wasn't really expecting it. Maybe he was really expected to pull it off and other plans were based around it. Or maybe the Lich is even less stable than I thought. It certainly won't boost his recruitment."

Hermione looked vaguely ill.

"You don't really care that he's dead, do you?" She asked.

I glanced at her, then away again.

"I don't have a way to hold prisoners. Our options really were turning him in or killing him ourselves. I'm not happy about it, but he chose his side, and we really can't afford to hold back against the kind of people that will casually kill one of their own. That's always a bad sign."

Not that any of the gangs I knew wouldn't have, but this felt like Bakuda, or Coil. Either cutting down Malfoy to prevent him from spilling important information or just casually murdering him for his failure. Maybe both. Maybe another angle I didn't know enough to see. No matter what, it was a flashing warning sign. This wasn't someone to hold back against. But the lack of any jail worth mentioning and the ease with which Malfoy had been silenced…

Alright to be fair that wasn't an entirely new concept given how bad the PRT was at their job, but they did get Lung and Bakuda to the birdcage. Trying to drive the death eaters out also wasn't going to be a strategy I could fall back on like I'd done with the remnants of the Empire. There were too many places for them to hide. And with their many ways to teleport I would never be able to pin them down fast enough to make it stick. Chasing them out of the country would also just make them someone else's problem for a little while before they inevitably came running back when it was least convenient. This was going to be a war to the knife.

Not what I was used to. I'd fought to kill before, but this still felt different, because on some level it really is different. I had pieces of how to handle this, but if I wanted to survive and win? I couldn't assume anything. I'd have to keep an open mind about new ideas and facts and tactics.

I shook off that line of thought. I'd been down this rabbit hole a dozen times already. Given Dumbledore and the Ministries demonstrated effectiveness? I was still better prepared than anyone else. I just couldn't afford to be complacent.

Snape was now pale as a sheet. Several girls were ushering the grieving, love stricken, idiot out of the hall. Many people were glancing at Harry given rumors credited him with the capture. Harry had yet to say so much as a word. He just stared wide eyed at the paper.

Sighing I reached over and laid a hand over his wrist, gently pushing down. Eventually his head reengaged and he laid down the paper. Finally, he looked at me, seemingly at a loss. I didn't really know what to say. It was almost like if I'd gotten Madison arrested only to find out Sophia killed her before she could talk. I'd have been furious about incompetence and someone ruining yet another path to fix my life. But these three...

Sighing, I patted Harry's wrist.

"It's not your fault." I said.

Harry looked at me askance.

"It's not like you executed him." I clarified.

Harry's shoulders slumped. Damn it. What was the right thing to say here?

I looked at Ron and Hermione hoping they might have a better idea of what to say but Ron looked lost in thought and Hermione was biting her lip as she read or possibly reread the article.

"Remember what he was planning." I squeezed down on Harry's wrist. The boy blinked and clarity started coming back so I pushed that angle. "He was a threat to everyone here. He couldn't be allowed to stay. Maybe he deserved his day in court, but his plan would have gotten a lot of people, a lot of children, killed. We did the right thing."

Harry took a deep breath, shook his head, and straightened up.

"Right, you're right. I just… I wasn't expecting that."

Nodding I gave his wrist one last squeeze and let go.

"It's alright. Just don't lose sight of what's at stake." I offered as kindly as I could.

Harry nodded.

"It says the killer was an auror under the imperius curse." Hermione spoke up, still rereading the article. "They aren't sure who put him under the curse, only that it happened when the auror left the department to get something to eat from the Ministry commissary. That is something at least, isn't it?" She looked up, glancing between us all. "That means the aurors might not have any spies."

I didn't want to burst her bubble and it was possible that's exactly what happened and why. But we were getting this report from a newspaper notorious for saying whatever the Ministry wanted them to say. It could be a complete lie, but how were any of us supposed to prove that one way or another from here?

"Maybe." Harry admitted. "But even if that is the case, someone blabbed that they had Malfoy and word spread fast enough for a real spy to get rid of him before he could be interrogated. That's still really bad."

Unsurprisingly, no one had anything to say to that.

{}{}{}{} Harry; four days later.

"Don't look now." Taylor spoke up casually over breakfast. "But some of the Slytherin's are plotting to jump us and get revenge for Malfoy."

Ron Hermione and I all stiffened.

I took a long slow breath, grabbed hold of the surge of panic, and focused on what I could do.

"Do you have something listening to them?" I asked, trying to keep my tone light.

Taylor hummed an agreement.

"Pixies are wonderful. If I had to do this with regular insects…" She shook her head. "I could mind you, but I would need a small swarm and it would take a lot more focus especially in someplace this loud. Insect senses are terrible for this sort of thing."

"What's their plan?" I asked, still fighting to stay calm.

"They know you three and a few of your DA group have been visiting me in my suite during some of your free periods to cut down on walking. There are eight of them, think they can just sit around in the nearby rooms and wait for you to show up. Then when I open the door, they'll jump us and try to force their way inside while knocking us all out. After that…" Taylor shook her head. "They're a bunch of idiots with no real idea what they're doing. A couple are talking about raping Hermione and I." A note of cold fury slipped into her voice.

Hermione sucked in a sharp breath. Ron drove his knife into his plate hard enough that the metal screeched, and suddenly, I had my wand in a white knuckled grip but couldn't remember drawing it.

"Most just want to hit us with a lot of jinxes, and the ones who think they're tough want to kill us to send a message." Taylor shook her head and actually tsked. "Honestly I'm tempted to just deal with this myself while you all are in class, but then I'll have to prove their intentions to the Headmaster, and I think he'd love an excuse to toss me out of the school."

Taylor smirked at me.

"After all, I'm a bad influence on you."

In spite of just how serious this was, Taylor's attitude was infectious. I snorted an incredulous laugh.

Hermione finally got her mouth working in concert with her brain again.

"How are you so calm about this!" Hermione hissed.

Taylor looked at Hermione levelly.

"Every bug in my range outside this room is currently swarming like mad." The forced calm cracked ever so slightly. "And if they think they can get away with forcing themselves on me I'm going to recreate a trick from my first fight and remove their ability to do so. No brown recluses here, but there is a small colony of something with too many legs to justify it also having wings hiding in the dungeons. They have an even stronger necrotic venom."

"That's… almost comforting." Hermione responded, looking conflicted. "But shouldn't you exterminate something like that? Granted the fact we've never seen whatever they are means they must not be a great threat, but still."

Taylor waved that off.

"It's fine, they're ugly as sin, but they're tiny and like daddy long legs they couldn't break skin if they tried. I would have to milk the entire colony and coat something with the venom to get any use out of them."

Ron, unsurprisingly, pushed his plate away. Talk of insects and spiders was not great for his appetite at the best of times, and this conversation promised to be anything but. Potions and care of magical creatures had both taught us enough to know what kind of effect she was talking about. Which really did beg the question…

"What kind of person were you fighting that you decided to do something like that to a guys…" I trailed off, not quite willing to finish the sentence.

Taylor very deliberately took a bite of her breakfast and didn't look at any of us.

"The longer he fought the bigger and stronger he got, and as he grew bigger, he also grew scales and could produce fire from nothing. I didn't go all in at first, so by the time I was panicking and willing to hit him with the worst of my swarm, the soft tissue was some of the only unarmored bits on him. Besides, he's a regenerator. It grew back eventually."

Oh, Lung. She had told me about him, even described beating him the second time. Though she had left this detail out when she'd told me about her first fight. Well…

"Moving right along." I declared firmly.

"We should tell one of the Professors." Hermione murmured.

Taylor opened her mouth, probably to object, then closed it.

"It would be nice to have them actually deal with a problem for once." I admitted slowly. "And having some back up really would be great."

"It might keep Dumbledore from screaming about me shooting his students. And I might not have to show any new tricks." Taylor admitted though she sounded doubtful. "Will they actually listen to you?" She meant it as a genuine question, and despite all our talks about exactly this sort of thing that still burned something inside of me.

Ron Hermione and I shared a look.

"Maybe keep that swarm handy." I admitted.

"Then maybe you should bring a few more friends that are ready for a fight." She countered.

{}{}{}{} Harry.

"Mr. Potter are you sure-" Professor McGonagall started to ask for the third time.

"Yes, professor. If Taylor says there are a group of students waiting to ambush her and us then there is an ambush." I cut her off very firmly. I'd also checked the map to confirm things, but I wasn't really willing to explain that.

The professor only huffed, obviously not believing a word of it. But we did get her to follow us so… oh whatever, it was better than we usually got. I was honestly happier about Neville following along. We'd thought about getting more backup but my first choices were Ginny and Luna. Both had class right now and I wasn't putting this off. I didn't want them to get impatient and try breaking through Taylor's door. Sure, she could probably take them all on her own, but she shouldn't need to, and I didn't want to risk someone getting a lucky hit or overwhelming her. We'd deal with this together.

Turning the last corner, the hallway was empty of people but a small cloud of flies flew in the middle of the hallway. They hung there for a moment making sure everyone had the chance to see them, then they dispersed into smaller cluster and landed on three doorways; two between us and Taylor's suit, and one on the far side.

There was a moment of silence and then the droning hum of many insect wings could be heard. From the far end of the hallway a cloud of doxies, pixies and flies gathered. It wasn't the sky darkening swarms she had described to me when explaining some of her fights. But even just this was more than enough to get an idea. Taylor opened her door and stormed out wearing her new costume of skin tight light grey spider silk and a dragon hide vest. She had left off her mask for some reason. Her hair billowed behind her as she moved like a dark cloud. She had a baton in one hand and a can of pepper spray in the other. A handgun hung from her right hip, and a couple of knives on her left.

The most inane thought ran through my head.

That's my wife.

I couldn't untangle the emotions that tied themselves to those words. There was too much bound up in that three word sentence. I'd have to chew that over later. There wasn't time now.

Like Taylor's door opening had been a trigger, the two doors on our side of the hallway burst open and people poured out. Taylor didn't hesitate for a moment. By the time the time the two coming through the door closest to her turned to face her she was already hosing them down with her pepper spray. Two seventh year Slytherin's dropped their wands to clutch at their eyes and fell back into the room they came from, tangling themselves with a third.

I didn't have time to pay any more attention to that though because I needed to focus on sending stunners into the second crowd.

Professor McGonegal tried shouting for everyone to stop. She took a banisher to the chest in response.

No cover. Only so much space in the hallway. This was a terrible place for a battle. None of us had enough space…

Snarling, I dipped under what looked like a nasty cutting curse, crouched, and shouted.

"Protogo!"

Taylor's swarm started diving for the bastard's faces, doing a good job of distracting them though they were still sending spells our way so I kept the shield up, grunting as it flickered from multiple hits.

Hermione caught on immediately and stood behind me before casting over my head and shield.

She caught two of them with stunners. Ron and Nevile got the other two in the same breath.

Then we all dove to the ground in response to two words.

"Avada Kedavra!" The scream was shrill and harsh.

The green jet of light rocketed down the hallway above our heads and I almost gawked at the sight of Pansy Parkinson. She looked like she hadn't slept in two days, and her face was a picture of hate. Some of Taylor's swarm was trying for Pansy's face but the girl had thrown up a bubble head charm, which was more creative than I'd have expected from her, and also more effective than I'd have expected.

"You got him killed! Crucio, Crucio, Crucio! You took him away from me!"

Taylor, body slightly obscured by her small swarm, flowed around the spells like water. Though a few she intercepted with her swarm. I wanted to take a shot, but they were both moving too much and Taylor was in between Pansy and I. I didn't have a clean shot. If I hit Taylor it might be all the opening Pansy needed.

"Don't make me kill you." Taylor snarled as she stepped back and around a lurid purple curse I didn't recognize.

"Shut up! Crucio! Just die already! Avad-"

The crack of the gunshot rang out and echoed like thunder in the confined stone hallway. Pansy stopped cold, her left hand coming around to clutch at her stomach. Taylor didn't wait, she moved forward in a sprint and smashed her baton into Pansy's wand hand, then pistol whipped the girl across the face.

Pansy toppled to the ground and screamed in pain.

Taylor took another three steps to kick Pansy's wand down the hallway then turned to look over us all. Her face was a picture of tightly controlled anger. Her outfit clung tightly to her legs and arms, and her hair practically billowed in her wake as she moved like nothing in the world could even slow her down. Her gun was down, but clearly ready to snap up again in an instant, and she didn't even bother looking before stomping on a hand reaching for a dropped wand.

At that moment, it was easy to believe that we really would win this war.

{}{}{}{} Taylor

"And then we grabbed up all their wands and restrained them. Dragged them and the Professor to Madam Pomfrey and got word to you." I finished my report to the auror.

The young man nodded and double checked the notes he had been diligently taking as I talked.

"And this gun…" The auror trailed off leadingly.

I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms but didn't say anything. I wasn't even hiding the gun. It was hanging off my hip, this idiot just genuinely didn't know what a gun was.

The man made it thirty seconds before he started to fidget and frankly that offended me more than the blatant attempt to get more out of me. I wasn't even wearing my mask or covered in insects! Maybe I should be flattered, I kind of was, but I was still hoping the aurors could at least thin the herd of enemies for us, if only a little. This was doing nothing good for that hope.

"I, uhh, think I need it as evidence?" He tried.

"If you're not taking Harry and his friends' wands, you aren't taking my gun." I shrugged. "I also don't trust you to not shoot yourself or someone else with it by accident."

I could just unload the stupid thing and let him have it. It was a small snub nosed revolver that only held five bullets. I picked it for this specifically because if it got confiscated, I didn't want to lose one of the better guns I'd stolen. But I'd never planned on giving it up without a fight.

"Right, yes, I suppose that makes sense?"

It clearly didn't to him, but equally clearly, he had no idea how to deal with me. I had to hope he was just hilariously green. He seemed young enough for that to be true.

I'd been an active villain for only a few months and I could stare down rookie cops with body language alone. Mom… actually, she'd have been proud of that. Though maybe not how I got to this point. Which actually felt kind of good? I already knew I needed to be better, but that she would be proud of some aspects of who I'd become was nice.

Shaking that idle thought off I nodded to the auror and stepped away. Harry and the others were still being interviewed. Snape had made a brief appearance, looking like he was spoiling for a fight. Then he slunk away as soon as he caught sight of the aurors. I decided I might as well bite the bullet and settled against a chunk of wall next to Albus Dumbledore who had been waiting off to the side for the past ten minutes.

"I thought you might like to know that Miss Parkinson is expected to make a full recovery. The healers were surprised at the extent of the damage, but its non magical nature made treatment simpler. She should be fully healed in a few days." The old man offered neutrally.

I didn't bother to look at him, keeping my eyes sweeping across Harry, his friends, and the aurors.

"They did have to move quickly to save her though. Another five minutes or so and she would have bled to death." The old man prodded.

"I'll have to practice my aim." I answered flatly. "Guns aren't something I have a lot of experience with." Which were both factual statements. "She still used a lot of very illegal magic in an attempt to murder several people. I doubt her trial will accept 'avenging my bigoted terrorist crush' as a valid defense."

"True enough." Dumbledore admitted with an odd note in his voice. "But all the same I appreciate that none of my students were killed in the halls."

I shrugged.

"Well, they weren't much of a threat. Wouldn't have even needed the gun if there had been more cover to work with instead of just an empty hallway."

"Eight wizards are not a threat?" He asked skeptically.

"I wasn't fighting on my own." I answered. "Besides, those eight didn't seem like much. Others will be more dangerous, I'm sure."

"I must confess Mrs. Potter, every time I think I've grasped your character you surprise me."

"Funny, I don't understand you at all, and you've hardly surprised me at all." He just kept living down to my expectations.

The old man looked at me like he knew there was an insult hidden in that sentence.

"What about the rest of them?" I asked. "Most didn't have time to get more than a few spells off and she was the only one who threw around Unforgivables."

The old man sagged in place.

"They were part of an attack in which Unfogivables were used. They assaulted fellow students and a teacher. The only option I have is to expel them and leave their fate in the hands of the aurors."

I nodded sharply.

"Good. If you had let this slide, it would only have been a matter of time until the students rebelled outright. Or every parent pulled their kid out of school."

"Some parents already are." Dumbledore murmured.

"That makes them better parents then my Dad." I offered flatly.

The old man looked curious, but I did not want to talk about that. Not now, and certainly not with him. After a moment he accepted I wouldn't be sharing that story.

"Well then, a good day to you Mrs. Potter. I find myself with much work to do."

"Best of luck with that Headmaster."

The old man wandered off at that point. Which suited me just fine as Harry and the others finished giving the aurors their statements. I smiled at the group.

"Lunch?" I asked.

"Best plan I've heard today!" Ron responded with good cheer. "Ya know the start of term usually isn't this exciting."

"Didn't you come to school in a flying car one year?" I asked.

"Well, yeah, I mean that was a bit wild, sure. But the flight was kind of relaxing, you know? The landing part was something else. Nothing like this year though. The first real danger usually holds off till Halloween!"

"Hmm, maybe we should grab all your friends and barricade ourselves in a room for Halloween this year then?" I gave Harry a look. "That way when a troll comes to give you a magical contract written on a giant deadly snake we can all blast the thing together."

Hermione snorted, Ron laughed. Harry looked like he was seriously considering the idea.

"It would have to be a big room with plenty to do and maybe we need to keep the group on the small side." My husband finally answered.

"Why's that, Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Because if Taylor has to put up with McLaggen for a full day he's going to end up bound in spider silk and hanging from the ceiling."

I couldn't help but laugh. It felt even better when I realized I wasn't laughing alone.

 

[Ravenwood240]

Huh.
On the one hand, Draco's a Death Eater and a waste of space.
On the other hand, Lucius and Narcissa have no reason to hold back now, and they are far more dangerous than Draco could ever have been.

Then again, it wasn't the good guys that killed their only child.

An interlude from their point of view would be very interesting.

Are they going to accept his death and continue with Voldemort, or will Family Loyalty win out? Narcissa was raised a Black; she may count family more important, even if Lucius doesn't. She lied to Voldemort for Harry over her son after all.

 

[Fireball900]

Narcissa was raised a Black; she may count family more important, even if Lucius doesn't. She lied to Voldemort for Harry over her son after all.

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I can absolutely see her turning on Voldemort over her Son's death.
I can certainly see her feeling empathy with Lily Potter's decisions upon realizing Voldemort wanted to kill her son.

 

[Relissi]

The most inane thought ran through my head.

That's my wife.

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Hell yeah it is!

"Funny, I don't understand you at all, and you've hardly surprised me at all." He just kept living down to my expectations.

The old man looked at me like he knew there was an insult hidden in that sentence

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God this chapter was so good.
Go Tay go!

Also this might flow better as " Funny, I don't understand you at all, and you've hardly ever surprised me." The double at all is a bit clunky imo

 

[tri2]

yeah the Malfoy's are now against voldie, one of his killed their son after being imprisoned, cause they know dumble's group does not kill

 

[Nmaiz]

Draco Malfoy a Death Eater! Murdered in his cell before interrogation! Ministry in chaos!

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Good riddance to bad rubbish!

I don't have a way to hold prisoners. Our options really were turning him in or killing him ourselves. I'm not happy about it, but he chose his side, and we really can't afford to hold back against the kind of people that will casually kill one of their own. That's always a bad sign."

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He made his bed, or coffin this time, and now has to lie in it.

Not what I was used to. I'd fought to kill before, but this still felt different, because on some level it really is different. I had pieces of how to handle this, but if I wanted to survive and win? I couldn't assume anything. I'd have to keep an open mind about new ideas and facts and tactics.

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Maybe treat them like the S9? Do what must be done, showing no mercy.

It says the killer was an auror under the imperius curse." Hermione spoke up, still rereading the article. "They aren't sure who put him under the curse, only that it happened when the auror left the department to get something to eat from the Ministry commissary. That is something at least, isn't it?" She looked up, glancing between us all. "That means the aurors might not have any spies."

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A likely excuse. The whole ministry is compromised.

The most inane thought ran through my head.

That's my wife.

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I heard that with a mix of respect and fear in his voice.

Protogo!"

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Should be "Protego!"

The green jet of light rocketed down the hallway above our heads and I almost gawked at the sight of Pansy Parkinson. She looked like she hadn't slept in two days, and her face was a picture of hate. Some of Taylor's swarm was trying for Pansy's face but the girl had thrown up a bubble head charm, which was more creative than I'd have expected from her, and also more effective than I'd have expected.

"You got him killed! Crucio, Crucio, Crucio! You took him away from me!"

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He did that to himself, Pansy.

"I must confess Mrs. Potter, every time I think I've grasped your character you surprise me."

"Funny, I don't understand you at all, and you've hardly surprised me at all." He just kept living down to my expectations.

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Point to Taylor!

"That makes them better parents then than my Dad." I offered flatly.

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Should be than instead of then.

 

[Death_Sheep]

Are they going to accept his death and continue with Voldemort, or will Family Loyalty win out? Narcissa was raised a Black; she may count family more important, even if Lucius doesn't. She lied to Voldemort for Harry over her son after all.

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Pretty sure that canonically, Narcissa wasn't Marked. It'd depend on who she most blames for Draco's death, I think. I know there's one fic on QQ where after Draco is killed because of Umbridge, Narcissa gets juiced up on secret Black family rituals and potions before storming the Ministry and reducing Umbridge to a greasy smear on the floor.

 

[Nmaiz]

Narcisa will mourn her son and blame everyone but herself and Draco for the decisions that led to his death.

We may see her betraying the DEs at some point as revenge, but she is a true believer in the cause.

 

[TypoNinja]

yeah the Malfoy's are now against voldie, one of his killed their son after being imprisoned, cause they know dumble's group does not kill

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Not to mention the Ministry is hilariously corrupt, so springing him would have been extremely simple as well, if not our right clearing him. Malfoy Sr walked on the strength of "Imperious" and a bag of gold. Not reason Junior couldn't too.

Or at least that'll be what his parents are thinking.

 

[Mecharic]

I've never really like any of the Malfoys to be honest. Draco was a selfish git who got away with it because 'redemption', never mind that he literally allowed terrorists - including a werewolf with a fondness for attacking children - into Hogwarts. Lucious was a true believer right up until Voldie started to hurt him instead of others. Narcissa was no better - only changing sides when her family was the one in harm's way. They never gave a single damn about anyone else, and the ending of their bloodline is a gain for the entire world.

 

[Kamehb]

Its hard to tell how much is fanon and canon with the background stuff.

But it always seemed like A LOT of the legwork to keep the other death eaters out of jail and then manipulating the government to make a comeback for Tommy boy possible was done by Lucius.

I feel like making Lucius an enemy, even if he is to tied in to actively split off, is a terrible idea. I mean..isnt voldie literally living in his house at this point?

 

[Hexcalibur]

Voldie ruled through fear. Unfortunately for him that doesn't make people loyal, only obedient at most. The ones that are truly loyal to him are the crazy ones, and the really stupid ones.
He's alienating the Malfoy's with this.