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Malfoy Manor
Lucius Malfoy sat in a high-backed chair, a brandy glass untouched at his side. The latest issue of the Daily Prophet trembled slightly in his hand — not from fear, but fury.
Supreme Mugwump wants to cancel Monster-Hunting Youth Program. International Confederation of Wizards held next month. Members will vote and decide the future of the program.
Focus Shifts to Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts"
Minister Cornelius Fudge praises the change as 'a celebration of magical heritage.'
Aurors continue quiet investigations of minor dark magic incidents. No mention of major figures involved in the Azkaban breakout. Cornelius Fudge blames Sirius Black for the incidents.
Lucius scoffed aloud.
"It's Dumbledore, isn't it? Whispering in Fudge's ear again." Narcissa, seated on a velvet chaise knitting a green scarf.
"Fools. They've stripped the next generation of its defenses and replaced it with a death game. And that old puppet Dumbledore will smile the entire time."
He turned to Narcissa, seated across from him. Her fingers stop knitting, her expression carefully neutral — but her eyes betrayed worry. ''You think he's trying to get them killed?"
Lucius folded the paper.
"I believe Dumbledore is setting a trap. And with that ridiculous program canceled, students will line up to compete — especially those foolish enough to believe they're safe." He paused.
Lucius knew that Dumbledore tried to send Y/n back to Ilvermorny, and failed. The Triwizard Tournament would indicate a step towards his goal to get rid of her. "Y/n might be one of them."
Narcissa flinched at the name.
"She's just a girl. Our precious goddaughter."
"And Daughter of the Dark Lord... and the Dark Lady."
Silence.
Lucius turned away from the fire, the light catching the tightness in his jaw. "Elizabeth Riddle," he said bitterly. "Brilliant. Beautiful. Cruel. They called her the serpent's flame. And she chose him. Together, they made monsters. But they also made... heirs."
Narcissa's voiced cracked. "Damon and Elijah inherited the Dark Lord's power. But Y/n—she inherited Elizabeth's mind. Her restraint. Her control. Three children born of shadow and spellfire."
Suddenly— the doors slammed open, and Bellatrix Lestrange entered like thunder — wild hair plastered to her face, eyes alight with dangerous purpose. Her long black robes clung like shadows.
"Let them believe I'm still rotting in Azkaban. It's better that way. But the time for shadows is over, Cissy. The world needs to see what the Dark Lord left behind."
Lucius frowned. "What are you doing here?"
Bellatrix smirked. "We were speaking of your godchildren," Narcissa said calmly
She raised her sleeve. The Dark Mark, once faded, now pulsed with fresh magic. "It's time to call the others. The Ministry can pretend. The Prophet can lie. But we will rise — and my godsons will rise with us."
Bellatrix paused — just a flicker of recognition. "They're ready," she said. "All of them. Damon and Elijah have the Dark Lord's magic coursing through their veins. And Y/n—sweet, cloaked little Y/n—has her mother's venom. Her mother's vision."
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Only You
FanfictionSecond Book. Sequel of It Has Always Been You. (Oliver Wood X READER) Y/n struggles with her relationship with Oliver. As a new girl from France attends Hogwarts. Y/n begins to notice Oliver change as both grow more distant. Does Oliver still love Y...
