Story Title: Time, Interrupted
Chapter Title: Trials
Author: Madm_05
Rating: Strong PG-13/T
Warnings: Mild angst ahead
Chapter Word Count: 5,373
Date: 25 July 2006
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and everyone else from Potterverse belong to JKR.
Chapter Eleven: Trials
Three days had passed, and Hermione found herself watching the trial of Narcissa Malfoy as the key witness. To her left sat Remus, still weary from his transformation two nights before. Tonks was on the other side of Remus, Harmony giggling in her lap. Harry sat on Hermione's right, his face stoic. Lately he had been soft spoken, when he spoke at all. He talked to Hermione the most, but he was getting better. Earlier that morning, he had even asked Sirius for more juice.
Mediwitch Matilda Rosen was the first to be called forward to testify the extent of her injuries when she had turned up at the hospital. "Luckily she will have almost a complete recovery. The effects of the Cruciatus curse should wear off completely within the week. The two - part poison in her system is the Aeternus Veneficus. That poison lasts longer than any other two - part poison in our world." She shook her head sadly. "It will be in her system for the next forty seven years. There's no cure.
"And then, the child had her fingers broken so many times, it's entirely possible that they may cause her pain every so often. It happens, sometimes. It shouldn't cause her any problems, but every so often it will act up, much like an old war wound."
Dobby was even called forward to testify about his role in the whole ordeal, and professed to raising a shield to protect the children from his former master. Hermione did note that Dobby was treated a distinct lack of courtesy afforded to everyone else.
"Dobby had to take care of Little Miss because she couldn't do it herself, and Little Miss was very kind to Dobby. Little Miss was very brave. When Dobby asked Little Miss why she never cried, Little Miss told Dobby she would not do what Dobby's old family wanted her to do."
"Explain, elf. What did she mean when she said she wouldn't do what the Malfoy family wanted her to do." Bartemius Crouch Senior, the new Minister of Magic, demanded.
"Dobby's old family tried to teach the Little Miss lessons. They wanted Little Miss to call them Master or Mistress, but Little Miss wouldn't do it, and they wanted Little Miss to tell them things, because they knew Little Miss was powerful. Little Miss wouldn't tell them though, no she wouldn't. Dobby asked Little Miss why she didn't do what Dobby's old family wanted her to do, and Little Miss said that she couldn't, because then they would do bad things with what she told them, and they would win if she did what she was told."
After questioning Dobby for a little while longer, Hermione was called forward to testify. Best for last, she thought bitterly. Squeezing Harry's hand, she stood up. She was only thankful that Harry would not be needed to testify. After his earlier confession, she didn't think he could handle it just yet.
Hermione walked slowly to the centre of the room, much as she had all those weeks before. The difference was that the first time she was stepping forward to tell how she had discovered Pettigrew. This time she was going to have her memories put into a pensieve to be viewed by the Wizengamot. Still weak from her time at the Malfoy residence, the walk felt even more excruciating slow than the first time.
The man who was going to take her memories was a stern looking man, with a crooked nose, deep brown eyes and black hair. "As you are underage and cannot use a wand, you are to think of the memories to be shown in the hearing of Narcissa Malfoy," he said stiffly.
It would be a long, laborious process as the pensieve was old and could only hold and project one memory at a time. Hermione swallowed thickly and closed her eyes, concentrating on the first memory to be shown. The first memory she brought up when Lucius first took her. A spell was cast over the pensieve then an image was projected into the centre of the room. The image itself was a little larger than her actual self, though it was slightly translucent. The Wizengamot watched the scene play out with rapt attention.
The process continued with all of the other memories to be viewed by the whole of the Wizengamot. It was like a muggle audience in a theatre. They laughed at her witty retorts, they gasped at Narcissa Malfoy's cutting remarks, they cringed as the bones in her fingers were shattered, they were appalled that Draco was being trained in the Dark Arts…and some looked on approvingly, regretting only that Hermione had lived and Lucius had not.
Hermione had elected to show a mixture of her memories. She was careful not to show the most devastating of her encounter with the Malfoys, but was sure to include enough evidence of Narcissa's role to prove her guilt. She had spent some time deciding whether or not to show her own remarks towards the Malfoy family, but decided that she would rather tell everyone than let Narcissa use her silence as a way to discredit her.
Hermione decided that it was just as awful to watch what happened to her as it was to live it. When Mr. Malfoy had been breaking her bones she had been too concerned with the pain to hear the sickening crunch of her bones breaking. Even as she watched, she could feel a phantom ache in her hands.
The worst thing about the whole ordeal was the pitying looks the others sent her way. Some of the witches in the room looked horrified and looked like they were ready to coo over her as they patted her gently on the head. Dumbledore had a sad, faraway look in his eyes. Remus, Sirius and Tonks looked like they were going to be ill. Harry watched stoically, a hint of fury glittering in his emerald eyes.
When asked, Hermione said that she had killed Mr. Malfoy in defence of herself and her friend, Harry Potter. Hours seemed to drag on before her task was finished and she was permitted to return to her seat. Now it was Narcissa's turn to defend herself. The woman walked to the centre of the room, her eyes trailing lazily over the Wizengamot members.
"Narcissa Malfoy, how do you plead, in the face of the evidence against you?" The Minister asked stiffly.
Narcissa smiled serenely. "I did all that and more," she purred. "It would seem that filthy little Mudblood didn't want you to know everything, probably because it was true. Of course, if I had hidden myself away in a room while my parents were fighting for their lives, I daresay I'd be ashamed as well."
Hermione flinched as if she had been hit while people began to whisper around her. Remus put his arm about her shoulders as Crouch pounded on the podium in front of him to restore order. "Silence! Madam, you will hold your tongue!"
"Is there a problem, Minister?" Narcissa asked with a sickly sweet smile. "I thought you were seeking the truth. The truth is that your precious little Wandless Witch didn't tell you half of the things that happened. I would know, I was there. She didn't tell you that Lucius once ripped off her fingernails." Several people, witches and wizards alike, drew back, horrified. "She probably didn't want you to know because she screamed as he tore them off. I have to say, she's a resilient little thing--"
"Silence!" Crouch yelled.
"--I mean, she never cried, not even when Lucius broke her legs." Her smile was a full - blown grin.
"Silence, woman!" Crouch was livid, the audience was rapt, Remus, Sirius, Tonks and Harry were aghast. Hermione was shaking in her seat, staring intently at her feet to avoid everyone's eyes. They weren't supposed to know!
"I tried a different approach, of course. I tried to explain to the foolish child that her parents were nothing more than filthy muggles, not even fit clean up after house - elves and deserved to die." She continued nonchalantly. "I don't blame her for not bringing it up in her little walk down memory lane. I wouldn't want to bring up a reminder of my lineage if it was as disgraceful as hers either."
"What is she doing?" Tonks hissed to Sirius.
Her cousin sighed. "She knew she lost the case even before it began, so she's going out with a bang. It's a bonus that she gets to hurt Hermione in the process."
"And then--" Narcissa was cut off.
"Life in Azkaban for the high crime of being in possession of Dark Artefacts, and aiding in the deliberate torture of a child!" Crouch shouted, banging a gavel with an air of finality. "In light of recent events, past cases brought against the Malfoy family will be reopened for investigation."
"And my son's fate?" Narcissa demanded. "What will become of Draco? He's a child, surely you will not punish a young boy for doing what his parents ask of him?"
"There are a few possibilities concerning your son's fate," Crouch said slowly. "He may be placed in the care of his aunt, your sister, Andromeda Tonks nee Black. He may be placed in the care of your cousin and head of the Black household, Sirius Black. He may even be placed in the care of another wizarding family."
"I recommend placing him with the Parkinsons," Narcissa said firmly. "Before all of this, Lucius was negotiating a contract between their daughter, Pansy, and my son."
"And I recommend something entirely different." Sirius stood and walked towards the Minister. "I propose that we send him to a place where he can recover completely from his exposure to the Dark Arts. I'm not saying that I believe the Parkinson family is practicing the Dark Arts," Sirius said in a tone that clearly said he did believe just that. "But you must admit, there have been Dark Witches and Wizards from the Parkinson family, and it is entirely possible that there is a Dark Artefact somewhere in their manor, whether they know it or not."
Sirius trailed his eyes over the members of the Wizengamot, ignoring Narcissa's glare. "I suggest that young Draco be sent to a family that will teach him what he really needs to learn. That begs the question, what does he need to learn? Well, he needs to learn humility. He needs to learn to respect his fellow witches and wizards, whether they are Purebloods or Muggleborns. He needs to learn to live without the privileges he has been granted all of his life." He looked Narcissa squarely in the eye. "I say we give him to the Weasley family."
"I'll not have my son living with such lowly beings!" Narcissa snapped, her expression appalled. The Wizengamot was murmuring amongst themselves, some agreeing with Sirius, others agreeing with Narcissa.
"You see? This is what the boy lived with! My little cousin needs to unlearn everything his parents have taught him, and relearn how to be an upstanding citizen and member of the wizarding community. The Weasleys, whom I've already spoken to, are upstanding citizens who have never been involved in the Dark Arts." Sirius said, turning his gaze to Minister Crouch.
"Why don't you take the boy in, Mr. Black?" Someone asked.
"I would," Sirius replied, "If it were not for a few problems. Harry Potter is my godson and lives with me. Remus Lupin also lives with me. He is the guardian of Hermione and Harmony Granger. Harry witness the death of Lucius, Hermione was the one who killed him while defending both her life and Harry's. I don't think it would be wise for them to live in the same household."
There was a murmur of agreement amongst the masses. They began to talk among themselves, deciding Draco Malfoy's fate. Should he be sent to the Weasleys? The Tonks'? The Parkinsons?
Sirius returned to his seat between Remus and Tonks. "How did I do?" He asked, looking between his best friend and his favourite cousin.
"I think you did good, mate." Remus said. "Molly thinks it is a wonderful opportunity to try and rehabilitate him. Of course, Molly thinks that if you hug a child enough, they will grow up to become a wonderful person."
"Are you sure giving him to the Weasleys is a good idea?" Tonks asked.
"It was either that, or give him to the Longbottom family, and I don't think that the young one, what's his name, Neville? Yes, I don't think he would be able to survive young Draco. The Weasleys were the best choice." Sirius said, watching the officials converse.
At last they stood, ready to announce their final decision. "The members of the Wizengamot have decided that Draco Malfoy, aged six, shall be placed in the care of the Weasley family." The room broke out into whispers. "Furthermore!" Crouch shouted to quiet the room. "It has also been decided that one percent of entire Malfoy wealth will be given to the Weasley family to be used for caring for the child in question."
Hermione's eyes widened. That was an enormous amount of money. Hermione was well aware that the Malfoys had several million galleons, so even a mere one percent would be more that Mr. Weasleys total salary over the course of a decade. The Weasleys, she knew, would take their responsibilities very seriously and spend the money only on Draco. Their pride would not allow them to do anything else.
Narcissa Malfoy gasped at hearing the Malfoy wealth would be given to a family she deemed to be so far beneath her. She looked ready to speak but Crouch continued on. "Additionally, as compensation for the acts performed against Hermione Granger, the members of the Wizengamot grant her the right to take possession of anything she so desires in Malfoy Manor, so long as it is not a Dark Artefact, in accordance to the Iniuriosus Act of 1102."
"It has also been decided that, due to recent evidence of bribery," he nodded to Sirius, "there will be a full scale investigation of an all actions made by members of the Wizengamot within the last two years. All parties determined to have been wronged by corrupt members will be given full compensation." He banged the gavel once more. "This hearing is adjourned."
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief that the trial was over with. Judging from the looks Sirius, Remus and Tonks were sharing, however, she knew that the case was not closed. Looks like I'll be having a chat with one of them later, she thought resignedly.
"Come on, we need to go. Do you think we could floo home? Three adults, three kids-- we could do it, right?" Sirius asked, looking at the fireplace a few feet away.
"That should work," Remus said, lifting Hermione into his arms. Hermione rested her chin on his shoulder, exhausted. Behind him, she spotted Mr. Weasley signing several papers, a slightly shocked look on his face. Mrs. Weasley was hugging a disgusted looking Draco.
"Right then," Sirius began, "I'll go first." He lifted Harry into his arms, tossed a pinch of floo powder into the fireplace, and stepped in shouting "Number twelve, Grimmauld Place!" Tonks followed, Harmony in her arms.
"Our turn," Remus murmured quietly. He shifted her so that she sat more comfortably in his arms, tossed in a pinch of floo powder and shouted "Number twelve, Grimmauld Place!" just like Sirius and Tonks before him.
A dizzying moment later, Hermione was in the kitchen, Tonks, Remus and Sirius sharing a nod. "Right, well, I'm going to take Harry here out for a few lessons on his new broom." Sirius said, gesturing to the Cleansweep Five in the corner. He turned to Harry. "It's a training broom, you see. We bought several of them for the kids that will be coming here for schooling. We'll get you one of your very own when you're older."
"Great idea," Tonks said, her eyes shifting between Remus and Sirius. "I'll go with you. I'm sure Harmony here wouldn't mind some fresh air."
"We can make a day of it," Remus said. "Why don't you all go on out while Hermione and I make some sandwiches. I'm rather hungry." The others filed out as Sirius explained the technicalities of riding a broom to Harry. Soon only Hermione and Remus remained.
The werewolf walked over to the table and pushed one of the chairs out with his foot and set her down before seating himself beside her. "Hermione," he began haltingly. "I know that you don't want to talk about what happened at the Malfoys. I understand that, and I respect that you don't want to talk about it." He leaned forward and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "But I want you to know that if you ever do want to talk about it, or what happened when your parents…" He trailed off. "If there is ever anything, anything at all, that you want to talk about, I want you to know that I'll listen."
He tilted his head to the side, studying her intently as she remained silent. "I want you to talk, Hermione, it's not good to keep quiet about this sort of thing. If you don't talk to someone about it, it won't get any better. But," he looked into her eyes, "I won't force you to tell me anything if you don't want to. And if you don't want to talk to me," he gestured to the window, where she could see Sirius showing Harry how to sit on his broom. "Sirius and even Dora would be willing to listen to you."
He leaned back, still watching her. "Maybe we need to get you a journal or something, so that you can at least write about anything that's bothering you. Would you like that? A journal?"
I'd like Riddle's journal, she thought. Pushing her thoughts aside, she smiled. "Thank you Papa Remus. I would like that very much and… thank you. For everything," Hermione replied quietly. She had almost forgotten how sweet he was. He had said something very similar when her parents had died in the first timeline. It was very comforting. It seemed the people in this timeline were so different from her own, that she forgot they were the same people, only younger.
He hesitated a moment. "Hermione, I know there are many things that you keep secret, and I respect that, but I thought it might be easier for you if I tell you that Sirius and I figured out one of them." Hermione panicked. What had he figured out? "It wasn't hard to guess, when we put everything together. The way you seemed to know things about us, the way you knew how the stories Sirius and I were telling were going to end."
Her stomach knotted. She was a fool! How could she have been so obvious? Of course they would have figured out she was from the future, the way she kept doing things she shouldn't have been able to do. What was she going to do now? She lowered her head. She needed to think.
"Now Hermione, don't be ashamed. There is nothing wrong with being a Seer." Her head snapped up. Remus smiled gently. "See? There is even a teacher who can help control and understand your ability at Hogwarts. It's alright. Now, I know you're probably thinking that it just makes you different from everyone else, but it doesn't, it just makes you special, okay?" Hermione nodded weakly as she cringed inwardly. She really did not want to have to deal with Trelawny.
Remus smiled. "Alright then. We'll get you a journal when we get the chance. It should help you a lot, because you'll be able to write your visions in it as well, and I promise we won't sneak into it and read it. For now, though, we should get started on some sandwiches." With that, the pair set to work making ham and cheese, and turkey sandwiches. Just as they were preparing to head outside, there was a knock at the door. "Stay here, Hermione." Remus frowned as he went to see who was there.
A minute later, Remus returned, accompanied by a Ministry official. "Miss Granger," he said in a nasally tone. "My name is Donovan Sinclair, I am a representative of the Ministry. I have been sent here to speak to you in regards to the Iniuriosus Act of 1102. This act was created for the purpose of compensating youths who have been severely wronged by those who are caring for them. It allows to take anything you want from the Malfoy family in recompense for their crimes against you. I am to serve as your escort in Malfoy Manor so that you may choose what you wish to take possession of."
Hermione's mind began to whirl with possibilities. It would be difficult, and there was every chance that she would fail, but if she could succeed… "Books," she said suddenly. "I would like books. Books of any sort."
The man looked at her strangely but shrugged it off. "Very well. I will inform the house - elves to set any and all books in Malfoy Manor in the library. Tomorrow morning at precisely half past ten, I will escort yourself and your guardian to Malfoy Manor to sort through the books you would like. Be warned, you will not be permitted to keep anything pertaining to the Dark Arts." He turned to Remus. "I will show myself out." The man turned sharply and left the room. A moment later, the door slammed, signalling his exit.
Remus snorted as he picked up three sandwiches and a jar of baby food. "Hermione, you are the only one I know who would want books as payment for everything you suffered through. Wait until Sirius hears this."
Hermione grinned as she picked up the two remaining sandwiches and followed Remus outside. It was a beautiful day out, and it would be nice to sit back and watch Harry fly around on his broom. Tonks had already spread out a picnic blanket for them, so Hermione sat down and waited for Harry and Sirius to come and eat.
"He's a natural!" Sirius beamed, clapping his hand on Harry's shoulder as they walked over. "Did you see his moves? I bet he's a chaser."
"Seeker," Hermione replied absently, sitting on her chosen corner of the blanket. She flushed when she realized what she had said. "I mean, I think Harry would be a better--"
"Hermione," Remus soothed, "I told you, we know." He looked over at Sirius and Tonks. "I told her that we know about her gift." The others nodded and sat down.
"What gift?" Harry asked, his expression confused.
"Well Harry," Sirius explained. "Hermione has a very rare ability. She can see things that will happen in the future. Now, she can't really control it, so it's kind of scary, and she can't really talk about it, because if she does, than some of the things she sees won't happen, okay?" Harry nodded slowly.
"You're never going to guess what happened, Padfoot." Remus changed the topic. "A Ministry official came over to tell us that he is to escort Hermione and I to Malfoy Manor so that she can choose what she wants to take, and do you know what she told him? She said she wanted books!"
Hermione's face turned crimson when the others burst out laughing. She didn't see what was so funny. "Most kids would want all sorts of toys or sweets. Only Hermione would want books!" He laughed.
"That's what I said," Remus chuckled. Hermione, her face still red, took a bite of her sandwich. Their late lunch was pleasant enough. They spent the rest of the day outside, enjoying the weather. Harmony ended up falling asleep on Tonks, leaving a drool spot in the shape of a raindrop. They had tried to coax Hermione on to a broom, but she took the opportunity to inform them that she preferred her feet firmly on the ground.
When the temperature dropped, the group went back inside for a light supper before Sirius went to his office to finish up some paper work, leaving Remus to entertain Harry and Hermione while Tonks put Harmony to bed. He ended up reading them several bedtime stories. It's nice to just sit back and relax, she thought.
At half past eight, they were sent to bed, a rule Hermione no longer minded, considering how exhausted she was by the end of each day. She crawled into bed, happy that her life had regained some sense of order. The young witch drifted off to sleep, a small smile gracing her face.
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When morning came, Hermione grabbed what she deemed a suitable outfit before dashing off to shower before the Ministry official came. She supposed that as a six - year - old girl she didn't need shower, but old habits die hard, and it was a habit she was rather fond of-- she hated being dirty, even more so after her extended stay with the Malfoys.
Once dressed, she headed towards the kitchen, where Sirius, Remus and Harry were already sitting. After fixing herself some toast, she sat down to wait for Mr. Sinclair to arrive. "Where's Harmony?" Hermione asked, looking around.
"Dora took her clothes shopping," Remus said. "Your sister is growing pretty fast and needed a few more sets of robes. She'll be back by lunch time."
"Lunch? But who's going to watch Harry? I have to go to a meeting at the Ministry today about the school." Sirius said.
Remus groaned. "I'm sorry, Padfoot, I forgot all about that. I guess he'll have to come with Hermione and I to Malfoy Manor. Is that alright?"
Sirius nodded, a small grin on his face. "It's fine with me, but I don't know how your Ministry boy will take it." He glanced at the clock and stood. "I have to go. See you later Moony, Harry, Hermione. Don't do anything I would."
Just as Sirius apparated away, there was a knock at the door. "That will be Mr. Sinclair," Remus said, moving towards the door. A moment later Remus escorted him into the room. "So you see, we will have to take Harry with us," he was explaining.
The man sniffed. "Very well. It is time to depart. Due to the circumstances of your situation, we will be taking a portkey," Mr. Sinclair said, pulling a battered looking candlestick from one of his pockets. "If you would, please."
Hermione hesitantly grabbed the portkey, not really wanting to return to Malfoy Manor. Feeling the familiar tug behind her navel, she braced herself. Still, she knew she would have to return, if only for the small chance that she could get her hands on Riddle's diary.
When she looked up, she found herself in the very same receiving room she had first arrived in. She pushed aside the fear she could feel growing in the pit of her stomach, but couldn't keep herself from shuddering. She felt the weight of a hand on her shoulder and looked up to see Harry standing behind her, an understanding look in his eyes. He didn't want to be here anymore than she did.
"This way, if you please," the man said. Harry clasped her hand in his and began to follow Mr. Sinclair. He led them through winding walls until at last they reached the biggest library Hermione had ever seen in her life. It was even bigger than the one at Hogwarts.
"Mr. Malfoy had several books in his study, but I've had the elves move them here. I specialize in the detection of Dark Tomes and Artefacts, so if you see any book you should like, I must first check it for any jinxes, hexes, curses and the like. For your own protection, I will be following you to see to it that you do not touch anything that could cause you harm."
Hermione nodded and looked around. She had a lot of work ahead of her if she was going to find that journal. Then she would have to somehow get it past Mr. Sinclair who, true to his word, was following her around. Well, I might as well get some books out of this, since that's what I'm technically here for, she thought as she began her search.
Two hours later she was through about one tenth of the Malfoy library, thirteen books richer, and still short a diary. She was ready to scream. Any other day she would have been happy to simply browse through books, knowing that she would get to keep anything she wanted, but right now her heart wasn't in it, and her mind was on a certain diary.
Feeling a migraine coming on, she looked up to ask Remus if he happened to have any muggle medicine for headaches with him, when something caught her eye. It was a small, thin book with a black, shabby cover, sitting atop a large stack of books set precariously on one of the tables. Hermione felt her pulse quicken. Riddle's diary. Those are the books that were found in Malfoy's study. Yes, he would keep it there.
She turned back to the shelf, looking intently at Dark Creatures of the Deep. She knew where it was now, she just didn't know how to get it away from Mr. Sinclair without him knowing. If he specialized in detecting Dark Artefacts and the like, he may be able to discover that Riddle's diary is more than it appeared. Of course, it was likely that he would not, but she couldn't take that chance.
"I want this one," she said, handing him a random book.
He looked at her strangely. "You want a book on advanced arithmantic formulas? Do you not think you are a bit young?"
"I'm almost seven," she said calmly. "And I like mathematics, and I think I will like Arithmancy."
"Mmm," he hummed, flicking his wand several times over the large book, a frown on his face. "Perhaps."
Hermione quickly glanced around, noting with relief that no one was paying any attention to her. Carefully, she stepped on one of her shoelaces and moved her other foot back, untying her shoe with ease. "I'm going to go look at the books on the table," she said, trying to keep her voice level and hide her nervousness. She approached the table, forcing herself to walk slowly.
When she was close enough to the table for her plan to theoretically work, she stepped on the shoelace she had untied earlier and allowed herself to trip. She reached out and knocked one of the many stacks of books over, surprised but pleased when it, in turn, collided with another stack of books, sending no less than twenty books tumbling into disarray. "Oh! I'm so very sorry, I must have tripped over my shoelace," she gasped as the others rushed to make sure she was alright.
"Well, I think we had better clean these up then go and get some lunch." Remus said, kneeling as he picked up one of the books.
"I quite agree," Mr. Sinclair said as he knelt beside the werewolf. Both men had their backs to her.
Hermione reached out and grabbed Riddle's diary. Watching them to be sure they didn't turn around, Hermione quickly tucked the book in her pocket. Once the book was hidden safely away from Mr. Sinclair, she allowed herself to relax a little. Hermione looked up-- right into Harry's curious eyes.
She tilted her head forward, telling him with her eyes that she would explain everything later. He nodded once, telling her that he would wait for an answer. Now I just have to figure out what I can tell him, she thought despairingly. Maybe she would take a little longer picking out books than she had intended.
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A/N: Hello everyone. I'm so sorry this took so long, but I've been busy as of late. As for the Latin, I don't speak that language, so everything I used was out of a dictionary and is probably incorrect in some way. However, for future reference, I will give you the translations I found.
Aeternus-- eternal, everlasting
Veneficus-- poisonous, magic
Iniuriosus-- unjust, wrongful, harmful
Well, thanks to everyone who read, and special thanks to everyone who reviewed. That said, please review!
Cheers,
Madm_05