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Chapter 81

You find yourself drifting into a dream, the familiar yet distant sensation of being five years old again. Dressed in your cozy pajamas, you stand in your father's study, your heart filled with pride and excitement. Your father, the Dark Lord, listens intently as you recount your accomplishments from the day.

"And today, Father, I turned a bird into a goblet!" you exclaim, your eyes shining with enthusiasm. "Mrs. Abbott said I did it perfectly!"

A rare smile touches the corners of his lips as he looks at you. "Very impressive, dear. You have always shown great promise."

Suddenly, the door to the study opens, and Severus Snape steps in, his presence commanding and somewhat intimidating. He inclines his head respectfully towards your father.

"My Lord, I need to speak with you urgently," Snape says, his voice low and serious.

Your father's expression shifts to one of intensity. "Of course, Severus. Violet, it's time for bed. Go on now."

You pout, reluctant to leave. "But Father, I want to stay. I want to hear what Mr. Snape has to say."

His gaze hardens slightly. "No, Violet. Bed. Now."

Reluctantly, you obey, but curiosity burns within you. You slip out of the study, but instead of heading to your room, you quietly creep back, finding a spot where you can eavesdrop.

You press your ear against the door, straining to catch snippets of their conversation. Snape's voice is hushed, and you catch phrases like "crucial development" and "immediate action." Your heart races, feeling the weight of the moment, sensing its importance even at your young age.

Suddenly, the door swings open, and your father stands there, looking down at you with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. "Caught you," he says, his tone stern but not unkind. "Eavesdropping is not a good habit, Violet. Come along now."

He leads you back to your room, and you climb into bed, the mystery of Snape's visit swirling in your mind. You never did hear what Severus told your father that night, but the memory of the urgency and gravity of that moment has stayed with you, a lingering enigma from your childhood.

As you drift further into sleep, the dream fades, leaving you with a sense of unresolved curiosity and a connection to the past that continues to shape your present.

The dream shifts, and now you find yourself in your childhood bedroom, adorned with soft pastel colors and filled with your favorite toys. 

You are seated at a small table, having a tea party with Lucius Malfoy. The warmth of nostalgia mixes with an undercurrent of tension as you pour pretend tea into delicate cups.

"Lucius," you say, your young voice filled with curiosity, "what did Mr. Snape tell my father the other night? He's been in such a horrific mood ever since."

Lucius, looking much younger but still bearing his usual composed demeanor, takes a sip of his pretend tea, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Violet, your father has many responsibilities that weigh heavily on him. Sometimes, news can be quite troubling."

You frown, sensing there's more to the story. "But I want to understand. Why did Mr. Snape come so late? What did he say to make Father so angry?"

Lucius sets down his teacup with a bit more force than necessary, his expression turning more serious. "Severus brought important news, news that concerns your father's... work. It's not something you need to worry about, Violet. Your father's mood will improve soon."

You tilt your head, your irritation growing. "But if it's so important, why can't I know? I want to help."

Lucius leans in, his gaze intense. "You are very brave and wise for your age, Violet. But some matters are best left to adults. Your father's mood is not your burden to bear."