Lucy Snape and the Final Battle (Book Seven)

Don't Forget Your Curfew

Chapter Three: Don't Forget Your Curfew

When Lucy said she went off to find out who she truly was, it wasn't exactly what she went to do.

More so, she'd completely changed her identity and shipped herself off to a faraway land. She was nothing like she was before. She was a stranger to anyone who knew her. She was a stranger in a strange land. But she fit in to where she went, she —

Oh hold on just a second.

Where are my manners?

My, my I didn't even tell you what the faraway land was. This faraway land was becoming closer than anyone had ever believed before. It was spoken about in hushed whispers if ever mentioned at all in the wizarding world. Not even the Daily Prophet liked inking the words in poison to contaminate their already sinful newspaper. However, sometimes you had to go out and face the music. The lute music to be precise, it wasn't very advanced out there.

This very place was called the medieval islands. This is where Lord Zuc lived, but you've probably already heard about him (if not, where have you been all this time? Dear me, pick up the Daily Prophet more often, you fool. Go out and socialise, haven't you heard about the attacks? Stay indoors, keep safe, remember the curfew, naïve one. I envy your lack of attention and fear).

Lucy was tied to know just what was going on right now on the medieval islands. What their intentions were, how they were preparing for an inevitable battle. Lucy wanted to gather their secrets so she could take them down quicker and easier as it wasn't as though her father wasn't going to help her anymore. But I shan't say much on him, Lucy doesn't have a very strong opinion on him at this moment.

Right now I shall tell you the story of how Lucy invaded the medieval islands...undercover.

In fact, I shall tell you the story of how Lucy...

Well, I shan't give too much away.

I'll let you see that for yourself.

Are you sitting comfortably?

Good, we shall begin.

Don't forget your curfew.