Author's Note: Thank you for reading and reviewing. I'm sorry that the last chapter was so depressing for many of you, but Hermione's disease was supposed to be a cornerstone in the story. I mean it had so much potential. Anyway, before you read this chapter I would suggest that you re-read chapters 2 and 3(especially the Daily Prophet Articles. This plot might remind of the one from book four! You would have a much better understanding of my little surprise!) Special Thanks to: SexyTexy, Coolone007, KW702955, Antone, KypDurron, Tracie, Talion, Emerald Eyez, Tink18, JayaMioneDurron, and everyone else who reads but, DOESN'T review.
Some people live for the fortune
Some people live just for the fame
Some people live for the power yeah
Some people live just to play the game
Some people think that the physical things
Define what's within
I've been there before
But that life's a bore
So full of the superficial
Some people want it all
But I don't want nothing at all
If it ain't you baby
If I ain't got you baby
Some people want diamond rings
Some just want everything
But everything means nothing
If I ain't got you
Some people search for a fountain
Promises forever young
Some people need three dozen roses
And that's the only way to prove you love them
And in a world on a silver platter
And wondering what it means
No one to share, no one who truly cares for me
Some people want it all
But I don't want nothing at all
If it ain't you baby
If I ain't got you baby
Some people want diamond rings
Some just want everything
But everything means nothing
If I ain't got you
Some people want it all
But I don't want nothing at all
If it ain't you baby
If I ain't got you baby
Some people want diamond rings
Some just want everything
But everything means nothing
If I ain't got you
If I ain't got you with me baby
Nothing in this whole wide world don't mean a thing
If I ain't got you with me baby
(If I Ain't Got You by Alicia Keys: Album: The Diary of Alicia Keys )
A Christmas to Remember
Harry stared out of the window of the London hotel room he and Hermione had rented. Hermione had told her parents that she'd needed some time alone. She hadn't told them that Harry would be spending that time with her. It was a few days before Christmas and snow lightly dropped on the surrounding buildings as the sun peaked over the muggle city. Hedwig then flew into view and sailed over to Harry's window.
Harry opened the window and untied the letter attached to her leg.
He put her in her cage saying, "There you go, girl!" He opened up the letter and read. He couldn't believe it! This was the best news he'd ever had! Hermione would love this gift! He'd have to leave tonight, but it would be worth it. He quickly stuffed the note in his pocket as he heard Hermione wake up.
Hermione walked over to the window beside him yawning. "Hello, sunshine," she said smiling lightly. "I got up when I didn't feel you beside me."
Harry smiled warmly at her. She sure was cheery considering the events of the last few days. Draco had been kicked out of Hogwarts by Fudge himself, only to be accepted back in by, Dumbledore. Fudge became so angry that he had shown up on the night before all the students left and fired Dumbledore in front of everyone! Ginny had walked around like an ice-queen. But, who could blame her? Someone was trying to kill her. Meanwhile, Ron and Luna had been working closely together to plan their wedding.
"I came out here to see the sunrise. Did you sleep well?" he asked in a concerned tone while wrapping her in his arms.
"Yeah, I slept alright," she said in a far-away-voice. She didn't really like talking about her disease. "So, what do you have planned for us today, Mr. Potter?"
They'd had an amazing time in London so far. Harry had been so romantic and now Hermione couldn't wait for what her knight in shining armor had next in store. With all the winter romance and sharing a room it had been hard not to give in to temptation, but Harry had been a complete gentlemen and then there was the fact that he and Hermione were afraid that if they tried anything, they could fatally damage her.
"Well, it won't be romantic if you knew about it, would it Ms. Granger?"
"I guess it wouldn't," she said lightly rubbing her lips against his.
"I love you, Hermione."
"And I love you too, Harry. For sticking by me through this and loving me unconditionally," she said her voice starting to crack. "Despite-"
"Don't you even say that," he said putting a finger to her lips. "Hermione, I'll always love you, no matter what. You're the most important thing to me in the world. Just face it lady, you're stuck with me!"
She punched him lightly in his ribs and smiled.
"Ouch! Go easy on me," he said and then kissed her lightly.
"I'll try," she said softly and they kissed again.
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Ron climbed up the countless flights of stairs to Luna's temporary room that had been added to the Burrow by Mr. Weasley.
Luna had insisted on having her own room, saying that she just wouldn't be comfortable being with Ginny. The whole family had respected this (except Ginny who had become quite snippy with Luna) and had just added the room.
It was late at night and Ron had just had another one of those dreams. These days whenever he had them, the only thing that could confirm that he and Luna had been together was seeing Luna and her round stomach.
He had actually started to look forward to the baby's arrival. He could imagine himself teaching his son how to ride a broom, play Quidditch, about girls, and most important how to be a good and upstanding wizard.
He knocked at Luna's door and heard scurrying inside.
She came to the door with wet jet black hair resting on her shoulders. "I just climbed out of the tub," she said.
Ron eyed her with suspicion. "Luna, since when do you have black hair?" he asked remembering back to their first date. He had told her that he loved the color of her hair, because it reminded him of the sweetest honey. She'd told him that it was natural and that she'd got it from her mother.
Luna paused looking dumbstruck at a lost for words.
"Well?" asked Ron waiting for an answer.
Luna gulped and said, "Always!" while laughing nervously. "I just dye my hair blonde!"
"Really? But, didn't you," he started, but she cut him off.
"I lied," she said quickly in a deadpan voice.
"Oh," said Ron becoming more and more disgusted by Luna. He'd really loved Luna, or had he fallen in love with an illusion? He didn't know anymore what was real or what wasn't. The only thing that mattered now, was his baby.
"So, what are you doing here?" asked Luna nervously, partly angered that she'd been unprepared for his visit.
"I came up here to check on you and the baby," answered Ron taking a seat on the bed.
"Oh, we're fine. You can go now," she said fast, trying to sound cheerful.
"Actually, I wanted to, well talk to the little guy or gal," said Ron nervously. Hermione had leant him some books that said something about talking to the baby so he or she can get used to your voice.
Luna didn't know whether to be thrilled or horrified. She was thrilled that Ron was finally taking an interest in the baby, but she was horrified that he actually wanted talk to the baby. It wasn't even a baby!
Madame Pomfrey had given her a potion to drink that would shape her stomach to make her look pregnant. "Um, I don't know, Ron. It's pretty late and I really wouldn't be comfortable," she said slowly.
"You wouldn't be comfortable?" asked Ron slowly, processing the statement. He chuckled. He got up from the bed and walked over to the door. "That's unbelievable! According to you, we've been way closer than, me just putting my ear to your stomach! You've been acting strange for a very long time! And a thought comes to mind when I think of that! What you do in the dark, will come to the light!" he exclaimed just before rushing out of the door and down to the room.
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Hermione stared back at Harry as they ate their dinner out on the veranda. True to his word their day had been simply magical. First, they had been horse-back riding in the country; they'd had lunch on a yacht while feeding each other chocolate covered strawberries. Afterwards, they'd went up in a hot-air balloon, and to top the day off, they'd rode through the park in a horse drawn carriage, while being serenaded with romantic music, by Frank Sinatra. (They'd cast a spell on him.)
"Harry, I had a wonderful time to day," she said gratefully.
"I'm glad that I can bring some happiness to you, in the midst of everything that's going on," said Harry as he looked down at his lobster sadly.
"Harry you don't have to bring me happiness, as long as I have you, I am happy," she said as she grabbed his hand.
"I know, but," started Harry letting his voice trail off.
"But, what?" she asked. She stared at him for a while until she figured it out. "Harry, do you blame yourself, for my," she paused and gulped. "My disease?"
Harry sighed and looked out over the city. "No, but maybe I should have been with you, you know like to protect you," he said.
Hermione chuckled nervously amazed by how many things Harry blamed himself for. "Harry, you're not superman. You're not responsible for everything that goes wrong in the world, sweetie. Now please, we are in one of the most beautiful cities in the world. We have three more romantic days to spend together, before we go to the Weasleys, now lets just have some fun!"
Harry smiled falling more and more in love with her. Suddenly, a thought clicked in his head. "Um, Hermione? About those three days, you just mentioned. I won't be able to stay."
"What?" asked Hermione alarmed.
"Yeah, Hagrid's asked me to go to Scotland with him to check on Dumbledore," answered Harry.
"When did you find out?" she asked impatiently.
"This morning before you awoke."
"What about Christmas?" she asked.
"I'll be home by then."
"When do you leave?" asked Hermione heartbroken.
"Tonight," he said sadly, not wanting to leave her.
"Oh," she said, crushed.
"I promise, I'll be back," he said, taking her in his arms. "I could never ever leave you."
She sighed staring at the moon. "And I'd never let you."
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Ginny walked quietly out of the Burrow with a cloak wrapped tightly around her, as the moon shined above. She breathed slowly and pillows of smoke leapt out of her mouth and danced in the night air.
She'd been walking a few minutes when she reached the hill that she, her father, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George had stood on, the morning they left for the Quidditch Cup. She picked up an old empty bottle of Coca-Cola and closed her eyes.
Instantly she felt that sucking feeling from behind her navel and then she landed hard on what felt like shag carpet.
She opened her eyes to see that she was in front of a warm roaring fire.
"Ginny!" exclaimed a familiar voice from behind her. She picked herself up off of the floor and turned around to face Draco Malfoy.
He pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly. "I didn't think you'd make it," he said, cheerily. They were in a cabin that Draco had rented. "But, I'm so happy that you did!"
They kissed lightly. "So, am I," she said happily. It was Christmas Eve and after everything that had happened they needed to be together. So, he'd sent her an owl asking her to come.
He smiled back at her, happy to see her face. They hadn't talked to each other face to face since the night they'd spent talking by the lake. "You look beautiful," he said happily, as he brushed snowflakes out of her hair.
"Thank you. You look er, very handsome," she retorted awkwardly. Draco looked deep into her eyes and saw a hint of fear.
"Ginny, I didn't," he began, but she interrupted him.
"Draco, you don't have to say a thing. I know that you would never ever try to hurt me," she said as they both took seats on the floor in front of the fire. "Or anyone else for that matter. I know that you hate Harry and all of his friends-"
"Except you," interrupted Draco.
"Except me, but I know that you wouldn't kill them. It's not in you. Not after everything your father has done, I know that it's just not in you to do something like this," she said.
"Really?" Draco asked, unconvinced.
"Yes. I love you, Draco and that means I know you and I know your heart. You wouldn't do that. You just wouldn't," she said staring him straight in the eyes.
"I don't know what to say or do," said Draco, feeling more in love with Ginny in that moment than he had ever felt.
"Well, you can start by getting me something to warm up," commented Ginny.
"Oh, yeah," he said smiling happily. He reached past Ginny to the two glasses of butterbeer sitting on the coffee table. But, he lost his gripping and leaned on top of Ginny.
"Um, oh," said Ginny nervously looking away from his luring eyes. "This is well," started Ginny forcing herself to look him back in the eyes.
"Perfect? Wonderful? Destiny?" asked Draco as he stared straight into her eyes. They stayed that way for what seemed like an eternity. Both looking into each other's eyes. Both staring deep into the other's soul. Seeing each other's hopes, dreams, ambitions, triumphs, downfalls, and secret desires. Both communicating one secret to the other, with that stare that was becoming more and more comfortable by the minute. A secret floated between them in the warm cabin. They were aching for one another.
His muscled torso pushed against her firm little body. Her bright eyes seemed animated by the moonlight. His blonde hair for once wasn't slicked back, but wildly hung down in his face. Both knew what the other wanted and suddenly, Draco couldn't stand it any longer, he leaned down and kissed her passionately. She moved her hands over his face slowly and longed for him.
He moved down to her neck and began to kiss it wildly. While she tried to pull off
his shirt. They kissed and kissed for several more minutes until Draco leaned back and began to take off his shirt as Ginny did likewise, until they were both naked.
He leaned back down and was about to kiss her again when he asked in small breaths, "Are you sure about this?"
Ginny took a deep breath and said, "As sure as I am of my love for you."
"That's all I needed to know," said Draco smiling and he kissed her. The two then spent the night making love in front of the fire.
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Hermione paced across the room for the final time and bumped into Mr. Lovegood knocking his wallet out of his hands.
It was late at night on Christmas Eve and Hermione was worried that Harry wouldn't show up.
"I'm so, so sorry Mr. Lovegood," said Hermione as she bent to pick his wallet up and saw that the pictures inside of it had also fallen out.
"It's okay, I was distracted, it's late," he said as he bent to help her.
She picked two up and handed to him, but stopped on the third. It was a picture of Mr. Lovegood, a woman with long blonde hair and two beautiful little girls. One the perfect clone of her mother, with long blonde hair, the other the exact same as her sister except she had long jet black hair. In the picture the girls were around three or four.
"Um, Mr. Lovegood?" asked Hermione showing him the picture. "What's this?"
Mr. Lovegood looked down at the floor sadly. "That's my wife, Caroline and Luna and her twin sister Lana."
"Lana? Luna's never mentioned her before," said Hermione confused by this new piece of information.
"Well, I wouldn't expect that she would. Lana died shortly after that picture was taken, at the young age of three years old. Her death was so, painful for Luna, that my wife and I decided to use a memory charm to well," he paused out of guilt. "To make Luna forget about Lana. We planned to tell her one day, but on my wife's deathbed she told me that it was best that Luna never know, because if she did, she'd never forgive us."
"Oh. Well this is a lot to take in!" said Hermione.
"I know, but I beg of you not to tell Luna," asked Mr. Lovegood with pleading eyes.
"I don't know, Mr. Lovegood," started Hermione.
"Please," he begged.
"Okay, I won't tell Luna," said Hermione.
Unknown to both Hermione and Mr. Lovegood, Luna had been standing on the stairs quietly listening to their conversation. She thought to herself, "Oh, but I already know father. And trust me, you'll pay!"
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It was Christmas morning and Draco sat before the fire with a huge smile on his face. Ginny had left a few hours earlier to get home before being discovered by her family.
After their night, they'd stayed up talking to one another for hours. From naming their children, to talking about their house, to arguing over whether they'd use generic Floo Powder or name brand.
He didn't even let his mood get pulled down by the fact that this was the first Christmas without his family. Instead he reflected on the good things, such as the fact that at least he didn't have his father yelling at him and telling him to thank the Dark Lord for his gifts.
He was on a complete natural high. He actually had a future with Ginny! She'd told him that she'd be telling her family about them after the holidays. He couldn't wait to be with her in public.
To hell with his abusive father and his alcoholic mother who pretended to ignore that his father was an utter and complete murderer. He was finally free and although the emotional damage they'd left him with was permanent, he was free! To hell with Alistar who had been the first ever supporter of the Dark Lord.
Draco shuddered as he thought of his grandfather. Alistar Malfoy had been Tom Riddle's best friend at Hogwarts. They'd met on the train and Alistar had been loyal to Tom ever since. In one of the first attacks ever in support of the Dark Lord, Alistar had been injured and left wheelchair bound. So, he pushed his son, Lucius, into the Dark Circle.
"Evil bastard," thought Draco.
He got up to put more wood on the fire, when he heard a voice that he thought he'd never ever hear again.
"If you knew what was good for you, you wouldn't speak that way about your grandfather," the voice said.
Draco gasped and dropped the firewood on the floor. He turned around as the owner of the voice stepped out of the shadows.
The Dark Wizard smiled at Draco. "Surprised to see me?" he asked.
"It's you!" exclaimed Draco. "You're the one who killed Firenze, Finnigan, and Antoinette Hardy! You're the one who stole my knife! You tried to kill Potter and Ginny!" yelled Draco. He then processed his last words. "You tried to kill, Ginny! You son-of-a-bitch! All the while you were trying to frame me!"
"Draco, you have it all wrong. I wasn't trying to frame you. I killed Firenze, because he could foresee the future and would have revealed my identity. I tried to kill Potter to make my father proud and I tried to kill that Weasel, because she's not good enough for our family!"
"You ignorant bastard! Would you rather me shag with a filthy disgusting muggle, or with Ginny?" asked Draco.
"To be honest, most muggles are cleaner than the Weasel family," said the Dark Wizard.
"So, are you saying that you would prefer that I sleep with that piece of trash Granger, than I sleep with Ginny?" asked Draco.
The Dark Wizard shuddered. "Well, she is cleaner and she does have twice the brains as Weasel."
"Don't you talk about Ginny that way!" said Draco.
"Or what? You'll hurt me?" the Dark Wizard asked, cackling wildly.
"I'll make you wish that you were never born!" screamed Draco. "I'm not afraid of you anymore! I know that you've come here to kill me!"
"Draco, you always were very stupid! I won't kill you if you join my forces and avenge the Dark Lord's death!"
"Is that all? Huh? Knowing you, you probably have another demand up your sleeves!" said Draco.
"Oh Draco, you're correct. I wouldn't be a Malfoy, if I didn't. You must give up Weasel!" screamed the Dark Lord.
"I'll never give up Weasley! I mean Ginny!" screamed Draco.
"Well, I don't think you have a choice! Either you join me and give up Weasel, or I'll kill her! I'll only spare you, because we're related. But, Weasel will die!"
"You wouldn't!"
"I've already killed three others! You know fully well what I can do! Now I think it's quite simple get rid of Weasel or I'll get rid of her for you! Now do we have a deal?" the Dark Wizard asked.
"Yes," said Draco sourly. "I'll stop seeing Ginny, if you agree not to kill her."
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Snow fell lightly on the ground as Hermione made her way up to Ginny's room for an afternoon lap. She was tired from staying up all night waiting for Harry.
She reached a landing and yawned. "Harry, where the hell are you?" she asked herself.
She was so dreary that she stumbled into Percy's room and saw Percy kneeling on the floor in front of his fireplace talking to a young woman who's head was inside the fire!
Hermione gasped and realized that she wasn't on Ginny's floor, she was on Percy's floor.
The girl inside the fire screamed and disappeared. Percy looked back in shock.
"Hermione?" he asked alarm.
"Percy, I'm so, so sorry," said Percy.
Percy snatched her into the room and slammed the door and thrust Hermione onto his bed.
"What did you see?" he asked her angrily.
"A girl," said Hermione kind of afraid. She hadn't told anyone yet, but her colemras had kicked in during breakfast and she was extremely tired not to mention the fact that she was in extreme pain.
Percy ran his hands through his hair and sighed as he took a seat next to Hermione on his bed.
"Hermione, please you can't tell anyone about what you just saw. I'm in so much trouble right now that I don't need anyone to know about her," said Percy.
"Percy, I don't get it. What's the big deal?" asked Hermione not really wanting to know.
"Nothing," said Percy.
"Does this have anything to do with your case?" asked Hermione. "I know that you didn't do it."
"Hermione, If I tell you something, you have to promise not to tell anyone."
"What?" asked Hermione.
"I didn't kill Bagman. I have a great alibi, but I can't use it," he answered.
"What is it," asked Hermione as her ribs began to ache so bad that she thought that they were about to crumble.
Percy gulped. "On the night that the aurors think that Bagman was murdered, I was getting married in a secret ceremony," said Percy.
"What?" asked Hermione in shock taking in a lot of air and instantly regretting it. Her lungs ached as the air went through them. She was on the brink of tears as her veins felt, as they were about to pop from the blood running through them. She fought back the tears, vowing to herself not to let this disease get to her. She balled up her fists as her stomach felt as if was turning inside out and the acid from inside of it had fallen onto her kidneys.
"Yeah, I married to Melissa Fudge. Fudge's youngest daughter."
"Oh my god! Percy, this could save your case!" said Hermione happily, but in a low tone so that she wouldn't take in too, much air.
"Yes, but it could separate me from my family. I'd much rather just be proven innocent," said Percy getting up to go stand by the fireplace. He looked at Hermione expecting her to say something, but she didn't. She was in too much pain, but Percy had no way of knowing that. "If I go forward and reveal my marriage to Melissa, then I'll be ousted from the magical community and stripped of my magic! Why you ask? Well, because Melissa Fudge is a squib!"
"Really," Hermione managed to ask.
"Yes. Can you believe it? The Minister of Magic's daughter is squib and he and his council would probably put her out into the muggle world in a second!"
"Because, of the squib-magic law?" asked Hermione on the verge of a stroke.
"Yes," answered Percy turning away from Hermione and to the fire. All of a sudden Hermione burst into tears and gripped her stomach.
"OW! IT HURTS SO MUCH!" she yelled.
"Oh, Hermione! I forgot! You've probably been in pain this whole time," remarked Percy rushing over to Hermione. "Can I get you anything?" he asked in a worried tone.
"No, it comes and goes. In a few minutes it'll be gone!" she said as tears rolled down her face.
She bent over and caught her breath as the pain slowly began to subside. She'd felt like all of her organs were being ripped in two.
She inhaled and said, "It's okay, it's worse if I don't resist."
"I'm such an idiot going on and on about my own problems while you're sitting here in pain."
"It's okay. I'd much rather not talk about it." Percy nodded. "So, if you confess to getting married, you'll be separated from the wizarding world forever and forced to be a common muggle."
"Yeah. The thing is, I don't have much of a defense. Which is why I was thinking," started Percy. "I've actually been meaning to talk to you for a while now," said Percy.
"Why?" asked Hermione.
"Well, Dumbledore came up with the idea, really."
"What?" asked Hermione.
"Dumbledore, thinks that we should pretend to be married for my alibi," said Percy smiling widely.
"Me and you?" asked Hermione.
"Well, yeah. It would be perfect. You were already in Diagon Alley. We could say that after you finished drinking and I came to you with the idea of eloping and well… we did. We could say that Dumbledore presided over the ceremony," said Percy.
"I don't know, Percy," said Hermione.
"Hermione, you could be the only person to save me from Azkaban, or worse losing my family."
Hermione looked down to her lap and said, "Alright, fine."
Just then Ginny burst in the door. "Percy, Harry's here!" she screamed happily, with a big toothy smile on her face. But, her smile turned upside down into a confused frown when she saw Hermione in Percy's room.
"Don't ask," said Hermione before she and Percy climbed down the numerous flights of stairs. Hermione took one look at Harry and knew why she loved him. He looked tired and worn out, but he was still ruggedly handsome. She ran into his arms joyfully
"Oh, Harry," she exclaimed never wanting to be separated from him again.
"I wouldn't hug and kiss me yet," said Harry.
"Why not?" asked Hermione.
Harry then took a small glass bottle from his robes. "It's the cure to the Colemras Curse," said Harry handing it to Hermione. "The Ministry doesn't approve upon it, because it so hard to get, most people who go after it die. But, Hagrid and I went through a lot of stuff to find this for you," said Harry smiling.
Hermione burst into tears. "Is it really the cure?" she asked. Harry nodded. "Oh, Harry!" she said and hugged him. She then downed the cure in one swallow.
"It'll take a few weeks to work, but your colemras will soon be gone. Merry Christmas, Hermione!" said Harry.
"Oh Harry, I love you. Now it's time for me to give you your gift," she said leading him and the Weasleys to the grand piano. I didn't know what to get you, I just knew I had so much love for you and I wanted to express it to you! That's when I heard this song! It's called if I Ain't Got You by Alicia Keys."
Hermione displayed her musical talent by playing the song on the piano while singing it with all of her might.
She got down to the last line and sang, "Nothing in this whole wide world don't mean a thing, if I ain't got you with me baby."
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It was Christmas night. The others were sound asleep after a day of unwrapping and having fun.
Luna crept silently in the night to a wooded area a few miles away from the Burrow. The Dark Wizard had requested a visit with her and she'd learned early on not to deny him anything.
She walked for a few more miles into the woods until she got to a clearing filled with red trees. He'd told her that this was the signal that she'd made it to the right place.
She stood there for several minutes before he walked into the clearing to meet her. "Hello, Lovegood," he said.
"You called?" asked Luna.
"Yes, I need you to do another mission," said the Dark Wizard.
"NO!" screamed Luna interrupting him. "I won't!"
"Oh, yes you will! I've put too much effort into this for you to try and wring free!"
"Maybe I will leave! I can't take all the things we're doing anymore! I should leave!" said Luna.
"You wouldn't! You know that the second that you try to abandon ship, I'd have the entire Weasel family killed!"
"You do and I'll tell the world who you really are!" threatened Luna.
"Really?" he asked arrogantly. "You know that I'd find you and kill you first!
Luna sighed. She knew that what he was saying was true.
"I see you've realized how stupid, you were," he said.
"Yes. Well I must get back to the Burrow before they discover me missing. Until next time, goodbye Dark Wizard, Lucius Malfoy."
To be continued……………………………………..
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