Unexpectedly Expecting

45: Operation Elder Wand Theft

Andromeda

Malfoy Manor stood like a dark sentinel at the end of the gravel driveway. Lucius, disguised as his darker cousin remarked, "I almost wish we could kick Riddle out of my house outright instead of stealing an ugly bumpy stick Death himself was supposed to craft from an elderwood tree."

She rolled her eyes at that. "True. Luckily, I'm not a superstitious idiot like those who believe in the legends. A wand is a wand, and wands choose magical people, not the other way around. Hopefully, Cissa can curse Bella in the afterlife."

"You are really set on killing your own sister if it comes down to it?"

Andromeda looked at Lucius seriously. "She lost the right to call herself my sister when she murdered Narcissa in cold blood."

Lucius took her in his arms, and embraced her. It still felt strange that he was disguised as Severus Snape, but it was nice to be held all the same. He let her go, and the guards on duty approached them.

A wild haired brunette wizard, and of course Fenrir Greyback eyed them critically. "Snapey, Bellaluv, what's you two doin' out here? His Lordship will wanna know why yer here stead of at 'Ogwarts," The younger wizard drawled.

Andromeda assumed her best Bellatrix impression. "Well, as to that, Sevvy here's got a report to file with the Dark Lord. A secret one. Me, I was just sent to keep his ass in line, but perhaps I can keep you company later, Scabior, am I right?"

The younger wizard's brown eyes smoldered. Eww, Bells, really?? This guy? How many wizards have you banged besides Noseless Asshole in your time? He caressed her cheek, and whispered in her ear, "I get it, and I get you've always kinda had a thing for tall, dark, and batty. But I'm a patient boy, yes, indeedy."

Just play along, Andromeda. She smirked, "Yes, yes, you are. But I'm afraid we're on a bit of a tight schedule, Scab darling. Important meetings and all that."

Greyback rolled his yellow eyes. "Whatever ye say, sweetness. I suppose you ain't come t'yer senses concernin' that mudblood yer pluggin' Snapey."

"The witch is nothing to me, Greyback, you know that," Lucius drawled in Snape's smooth voice. "How are the night's crop for the Revels?"

Greyback smirked sardonically, "Piss poor with th' parents keepin' em' safe and all lately. But go on in, I needn't keep ye two any further."

"No, magical Hitler despises tardiness worse than I do in my classes," Lucius replied.

The two deatheaters laughed at that, and let them both pass. Once they were inside the Manor, the sounds of partying were a good cover for them to pass relatively undetected among the other masked revellers.

"Stick with the plan," Lucius cautioned, "No one dies unless we have to cast the killing curse to make a quick exit. Got it?"

"Yes." A couple was eying them suspiciously, and Andra pushed him up against the wall, and kissed him hard. Lucius resisted at first, but then gave in, knowing that public affection would throw anyone off the scent that something wasn't right with who they were portraying. They made out a bit before Andromeda drew back, and whispered in his ear, "I think the coast is clear now. You make sure my sister is subdued, and I will grab the wand."

"Understood. Just one thing though, in case of...you know..I love you."

"Andra...I...We shouldn't..."
"You feel the same."

Lucius sighed heavily. "I never stopped, Ma Chere. We will discuss this later."

"I know, but just in case."
"Then, I love you."