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Lestrange Manor

By: Jodelle

"Prick your finger, it is done
The moon has now eclipsed the sun
The angel has spread its wings
The time has come for bitter things"

-Marilyn Manson

Chapter 1: Prick your finger

Hermione fought with her conscience as she took the pen from the Realtor. She chewed at the inside of her cheek to keep from bursting out with the truth. Looking down at her son in his carrier she found her resolve.

The Realtor took a deep breath and conjured a stack of papers for her to sign. The redhead started talking in a jumble again and Hermione began to listen attentively once more.

"You must not be blood related to any of the families on this list..."

Hermione scanned the list. Lestrange, Malfoy, Black, Parkinson, Nott, Moon, Yaxley or Dolohov. The list went on to list all of the pureblood families that had produced at least one death eater in their known history. Hermione remembered the Malfoy's manor being used as Voldemort's headquarters and had long ago realized the French were trying to make sure no death eaters would create such a thing on their soil.

The Realtor looked slightly ill as she handed Hermione a device with a needle at the tip of it. Hermione sent a concerned look at the woman who blushed.

"I get queasy at the sight or smell of blood," She confessed looking at her out of the corner of her eye to make sure it was in fact a sample of Hermione's blood being collected.

Hermione looked in the other direction as well when she pricked her finger lightly.

The woman bustled over taking the device and making hmmm noises as she poured over the results. She began mouthing random words like; muggleborn, mid- twenties, mother of one, natural brunette, and weighs a hundred twenty five pounds.

Hermione's son started crying softly as he woke up. Pushing back her chair she knelt down to his level. Brushing back his messy blond hair his blue eyes snapped open to look up at her. It was odd how he'd inherited his father's coloring but her nose and messy hair. She was glad the woman hadn't asked for Rubin's blood or they would have been turned down.

One Realtor had attempted to take blood from him and Hermione had just apparated them away with out so much as a goodbye. While she wasn't blood related to any of the people on your typical list her son was. Rubin Altair Malfoy was his full name.

The Realtor made her sign dozens of papers which took quite some time as Hermione unlike your usual client read all the fine print. If the woman reading over her shoulder got irritated she wasn't any the wiser as the task had her full attention. A few things stopped her in her tracks.

"I have to renew this every ten years?"

"Yes, we come in once every ten years to look over the manors so we can place redo preserving charms on the manor. As a result the house must be emptied of quite literally everything and everyone so we don't miss anything. It is a bit inconvenient to those living here but we will need you to find lodging elsewhere during those three weeks."

Hermione figured she'd probably be found by then so what did it matter if she had nowhere else to go.

"My son will have a blood sample taken?

"No, that only applies to blood adoptions where his blood composition would change. In marriages to some of the older pureblood families such a ritual would be done to make your son 'part of the family'."

"You said there were preserving charms. Am I allowed to do with the wards what I see fit?"

"Yes, as long as you don't change the structure of the house by let's say adding an extra room, putting different colored paints on the walls, removing the carpet... I know it's frustrating but you mustn't touch the walls or floors. These houses are to be treated like museums in the sense that if we removing the furniture it will look the same to future generations."

If this wasn't such a good hiding place, right underneath the death eaters noses, she would have been annoyed at all the restrictions put on her by living here. As it was knowing Rubin would be safe she penned her name over a hundred times that day deciding this was it. The Lestranges vacation home in France long abandoned was her safe house.

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Author Notes: I know this is short but I dislike writing long first chapters and getting no reviews. I deleted a few of my stories out of the frustration of getting no reviews what so ever!

Hermione isn't married...how she had Malfoy's son you'll figure it out by the fourth chapter I promise. Altair is a star name, I couldn't not give him a star name seeing as it's a pureblood trend I find fun.

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