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The Eye of the Storm- Lucius Malfoy

The Eye of the Storm- Lucius Malfoy

Lucius Malfoy was seeing to some paperwork in his study when the floo roared to life. Resigned, he stood and made his way to the parlor. What he found upon reaching said parlor, nearly had him flying into a rage. His son stood before a kneeling figure, who he could only assume was Hadrian, murmuring quietly to him. It wasn’t until Draco turned to face him that Lucius saw the young woman cradled in Hadrian’s arms.

“What is the meaning of this, Draco?” He demanded entering the room as he addressed his son.

“Forgive the intrusion, Lucius,” Severus Snape’s drawl had him looking away from the teens. “It seems our sons had a third mate that didn’t arrive until last night at the welcome feast.”

Lucius could barely make sense of the statement before the young woman came alive in Hadrian’s arms.

“He’s coming,” she spoke quietly and directed her white gaze to him. “You serve a master corrupted by hate, who cannot know love. Love is his greatest weakness.”

The woman blinked and her eyes went back to what Lucius could only assume was her natural eye color.

“Fucking shitballs,” she cursed raising a hand to her head. “I hate it when I do that.”

She reached into a pocket of her robes and pulled a phial out. Pulling out the stopper, she downed it in a single swallow.

“Ms. Oda pray tell, what was that?” Severus asked gesturing to the empty phial.

“Blood,” she replied. “What else would it be?”

Before Severus could reply, the girl jumped from Hadrian’s arms and disappeared.

“What on earth is going on?” Lucius demanded.

“Ms. Oda..” Severus began.

“Vi,” Hadrian corrected.

Snape gave the boy a withering glance, which wasn’t even returned.

“Ms. Oda..” Severus began again.

“Vi, her name is Vi,” Draco snapped.

“Is a kyuketsuki, essentially the Japanese version of a vampire,” Severus continued as if Draco hadn’t spoken. “Her magical powers are far greater than anything Hogwarts has seen before if the transfiguration of her robes is anything to go by. There is, however, a catch. These two are her mates and the only ones who can supply her with blood.”

“Meaning?” Lucius prompted.

“Meaning any blood but theirs, as a dhampir and bosorcoi, could very easily incapacitate or kill me,” the girl’s voice came from behind him.

Lucius whirled to face her. The young woman before him was almost as tall as him; meaning she likely stood somewhere between 5’11” and 6’ even. Her hair hung loose and its indigo waves fell to her waist. She was leanly muscled from years of something, though Lucius had no idea what, yet her figure was curvaceous. Her skin was flawless alabaster with a slim aquiline nose and full lips. Her eyes were dark, Draught of the Living Death dark, and almond shaped. They were eyes that missed very little. Large, gold hoop earrings hung delicately in her ears and the right one was decorated with various other piercings. Two thin chains, one of gold and one of silver, hung around her delicate neck and disappeared into her blouse. Instead of wearing the typical Hogwarts uniform for girls, she wore a mix between the boy’s and what he could only guess was the uniform for another magic school. The Slytherin crest sat proudly on her outer robe.

“Forgive me if I’m wrong, but isn’t it rude to stare?” She asked giving Lucius a long, hard glare.

Lucius cleared his throat and turned so he could see everyone.

“Would any of you care to explain why the four of you are here and not at Hogwarts?” He asked.

The girl cursed violently in what Lucius suspected was Japanese. Magic began to permeate the air. Lucius watched as she began to pace the length of the parlor and ranted violently in her native tongue.

“Vi, stop!” Hadrian ordered in the same language.

But it was Draco who stopped her by physically stopping her.

“Vi, look at me,” his voice was quiet.

Lucius hadn’t heard his son’s voice so quiet.

Vi growled at him with fangs bared.

“They cannot get to us here,” Draco told her firmly. “The wards won’t let them through.”

“Ryoshi is a ward breaker!” She snapped. “Even high level blood wards cannot keep him out if he wants to get in!”

Lucius looked to Severus for explanation. Severus sighed but gestured him out of the room. Lucius nodded and led the potions professor to his study.

“Care to explain why I have an unpredictable vampire in my parlor?” He asked taking a seat at his desk.

Severus sank wearily into one of the armchairs near the fireplace.

“As I said, Ms. Oda is very powerful,” he began haltingly. “But that power has made her the target of abuse from a young age.”

Lucius stood and made his way to his wet bar, where he proceeded to pour 2 generous amounts of scotch before handing a glass to Severus. Severus merely raised an eyebrow at him.

Lucius shrugged, “I figured we were going to need this based on your expression.”

Severus nodded briefly before accepting the tumbler of Scotch.

“And don’t think I’ve forgotten your statement about you having a son,” he warned.

Severus rolled his eyes, “All in time my friend. Let’s start with why we are here first.”

Lucius took a seat across from the Hogwarts Professor and motioned for him to begin his tale.

“To start, Ms. Oda is a princess. She is the daughter of the second prince of Japan who had been cursed, though with it now broken it seems to be a moot point. It seems that due in part to her curse and the immense magical power she has her uncle has severely abused her.”

“What did her parents do about this?” Lucius demanded.

“Her mother died when she was three and her father seemed not to care due to his own grief. Her grandmother, the empress, was able to provide some protection but after her death shortly before she went to school whatever protection she provided disappeared. Her uncle became more violent.”

“What do you mean more violent?” Lucius questioned hesitantly.

“He means that Ryoshi beat me, starved me, and locked me in a cage,” the young woman in question growled walking to stand in front of the fireplace.

“Ms. Oda, you have an uncanny ability to show up at the most in opportune time,” Snape drawled.

“Forgive me for being suspicious of everyone, sir,” she sighed quietly. “Trust in the imperial family is practically nonexistent. I learned that lesson the hard way.”

She flicked her wrist and the door to his study closed and locked itself.

“Gentlemen, what you are about to see, what I am about to show you cannot leave this room until the proper time,” she began with a heavy sigh. “Were this to get out to not only the wizarding world but the world in general, there would be questions about my family’s ability to rule that I will not tolerate.”

Lucius stared at her in puzzlement. He wondered what exactly she could be talking about. His unspoken question was answered moments later when magic shimmered in the air. As he and Professor Snape watched, a glamor fell away from the young woman in front of them. Scars covered the exposed skin of the back of her neck, disappearing into her hair. Snape stood and moved towards her cautiously.

“I am not some skittish creature you need be afraid of,” she sighed.

“Your back looks much the same?” Snape asked instead of acknowledging her comment.

Vi sighed again before drawing on some inner strength and spelling away the back of her uniform.

“As you can see, it’s worse,” she told him. “I learned from a young age to hide the scars and wounds. I hid them so I could feel normal when I knew I was anything but. The hunger came when I was 7; the magic came after my mother died. I think she bound my magic when my father told her about the curse. I’m fairly certain that’s what killed her.”

“How can you be fairly certain?” Lucius asked.

“At Mahoutokoro I looked into it quite extensively,” she replied. “The only way I found to bind someone’s magic was a blood binding and that requires a great deal of magic from the caster or a sacrifice. My mother had neither the magic or the sacrifice to complete the binding properly. Therefore, it stands to reason that the binding pulled on her magic far more than she could handle and not long after that she was pregnant. That puts a strain on your magic anyway…”

The wards around the mansion flared to life. Vi’s head snapped to the single window in the room. Lucius and Snape followed her gaze. A man stood within the wards but not moving.

“Ryoshi,” she hissed angrily.

“Your uncle?” Lucius asked.

Vi didn’t answer. Instead, she slammed her hand onto the floor. Power rolled off her in thick, choking waves. It coated everything and slithered around both him and Severus before racing towards the intruder.