Malfoy's blood strikes the parchment and there is a very loud hiss, like icy water on a red-hot hotplate, and the crimson fluid seems to boil. They are alarmed, of course, but the Chronicler laughs. "Ah, I nearly forgot! 你 are part of the Silhouettes, Lucius, yes?" Malfoy nods, not taking his eyes away from the sight, and tells the Chronicler that The Great Mother gave him part of her heart. Everyone relaxes once the parchment sorts out the differences in Malfoy's blood, and like a flash-fire, his family 树 spreads out over the parchment. He watches as the name of Brutus Malfoy appears and tastes bile; Brutus had written in 1675, "nothing is a surer sign of weak magic than a weakness for non-magical company." He feels a surge of hatred, hot and deep, knowing what those forebearers would think of the beauty at his side. While she is 更多 magical than they could imagine she's not human, and to them she would have been nothing. He would shut his eyes against their names, but he sees suddenly something in his father's line.
He knows that in French "Malfoy" means bad faith but here he sees Benefoy, good faith. She had been a powerful witch, Eleanor Benefoy, he'd read about her once, but never in a million years would he have imagined she was his ancestor. Why on Earth had she married Junius Malfoy? Had he threatened her? Coerced her? Worse? He can't stand the thought and struggles to push it out of his mind. He steps 前锋, 期待 and stretches; he wants to touch her name, to somehow connect with her physically, but as he reaches up to her he watches her line seemingly erupt and go further up the parchment. When it finally stops, he freezes and finds himself staring at the names with an even deeper sense of disbelief.
And yet, here it is. His hand trembles when he touches the parchment and a tear slides down his cheek as the voice of Remus Lupin reads his Historical Notation.
Lucius Malfoy is a Man of Gondor, descending from Ivriniel, who was the elder sister of Finduilas. Finduilas was the wife of Denethor and mother of Boromir and Faramir, all three Stewards of the original White City. The name of the father of Ivriniel's children is 迷失 to genetic memory, but it is recorded in the Chronicles of Perethil that he was a Gondorian healer of great skill, and their children inherited his skill. That skill was handed down through the generations, but as time passed and Ivriniel's line eventually joined that of the Malfoys, the Healer's Gift was subverted, until Lucius himself rediscovered and embraced that Gift.
On his mother's side, Lucius is a direct descendant of Bard, the Man of Dale who slew the terrible dragon Smaug. Bard's great-great-grandson, Girion II, wed Húthiel, an Elf witch of Lórien who was trained in her craft 由 Galadriel herself. While their children were counted among Men and married mortal humans, Húthiel's Grace may prove to exist in her line still. Only time will tell.
He can't think, can't see through his tears, but he dares not look away from the parchment for fear that he's dreaming. But he feels hands on him, his loved ones' hands, and he is reassured 由 their touch. Not only is he of Gondor, he has Elven blood, like the little beauty he loves...their connection goes ever deeper. "Here, Lucius," Remus says, "come sit...you seem a little shakey," the werewolf offers Malfoy his hand and the White Wizard takes it, but doesn't move. He meets Remus' gaze and says, his voice cracking, "I nearly 迷失 this...I could have 迷失 this..." Snape grips Malfoy's shoulder as Elsbet takes his other hand, and Remus smiles softly. "But 你 didn't. 你 proved better, stronger than the darkness around 你 and 你 continue to grow, as a man, and as a Healer." He keeps hold of Malfoy's hand a moment longer, then lets him go as 唐克斯 comes to his side.
"Remus," she says, nudging him gently, "why don't...why don't 你 go next?" He looks at his wife and chuckles, telling her, "I'm in no hurry. Why don't 你 go?" She laughs and takes his hand. "If 你 can wait, I can." They turn then and look at Layne, who looks in turn to Therion. "I think the bookmaster should be next," Snape says, but the copper-maned wizard thrusts his hands into his pockets and looks down at his boots. Da? Cambion looks imploringly up at him, you not 'fraid, the mixling thinks, but in truth, he is just a little. Elsbet comes to him and slides her hand down into his pocket, finds his hand and tenderly takes it in hers. "Please?" she asks him and he feels something deep down, but it's not necessarily the desire to know who he really is. But the beauty wins out and he sighs, letting her take his hand out of his pocket.
She smiles widely and leads him over to a blank parchment as the Chronicler pulls it down, and a much calmer Malfoy takes his hand from Elsbet. "This won't hurt, I promise," he says, and Therion relaxes at the soothing touch.
He knows that in French "Malfoy" means bad faith but here he sees Benefoy, good faith. She had been a powerful witch, Eleanor Benefoy, he'd read about her once, but never in a million years would he have imagined she was his ancestor. Why on Earth had she married Junius Malfoy? Had he threatened her? Coerced her? Worse? He can't stand the thought and struggles to push it out of his mind. He steps 前锋, 期待 and stretches; he wants to touch her name, to somehow connect with her physically, but as he reaches up to her he watches her line seemingly erupt and go further up the parchment. When it finally stops, he freezes and finds himself staring at the names with an even deeper sense of disbelief.
And yet, here it is. His hand trembles when he touches the parchment and a tear slides down his cheek as the voice of Remus Lupin reads his Historical Notation.
Lucius Malfoy is a Man of Gondor, descending from Ivriniel, who was the elder sister of Finduilas. Finduilas was the wife of Denethor and mother of Boromir and Faramir, all three Stewards of the original White City. The name of the father of Ivriniel's children is 迷失 to genetic memory, but it is recorded in the Chronicles of Perethil that he was a Gondorian healer of great skill, and their children inherited his skill. That skill was handed down through the generations, but as time passed and Ivriniel's line eventually joined that of the Malfoys, the Healer's Gift was subverted, until Lucius himself rediscovered and embraced that Gift.
On his mother's side, Lucius is a direct descendant of Bard, the Man of Dale who slew the terrible dragon Smaug. Bard's great-great-grandson, Girion II, wed Húthiel, an Elf witch of Lórien who was trained in her craft 由 Galadriel herself. While their children were counted among Men and married mortal humans, Húthiel's Grace may prove to exist in her line still. Only time will tell.
He can't think, can't see through his tears, but he dares not look away from the parchment for fear that he's dreaming. But he feels hands on him, his loved ones' hands, and he is reassured 由 their touch. Not only is he of Gondor, he has Elven blood, like the little beauty he loves...their connection goes ever deeper. "Here, Lucius," Remus says, "come sit...you seem a little shakey," the werewolf offers Malfoy his hand and the White Wizard takes it, but doesn't move. He meets Remus' gaze and says, his voice cracking, "I nearly 迷失 this...I could have 迷失 this..." Snape grips Malfoy's shoulder as Elsbet takes his other hand, and Remus smiles softly. "But 你 didn't. 你 proved better, stronger than the darkness around 你 and 你 continue to grow, as a man, and as a Healer." He keeps hold of Malfoy's hand a moment longer, then lets him go as 唐克斯 comes to his side.
"Remus," she says, nudging him gently, "why don't...why don't 你 go next?" He looks at his wife and chuckles, telling her, "I'm in no hurry. Why don't 你 go?" She laughs and takes his hand. "If 你 can wait, I can." They turn then and look at Layne, who looks in turn to Therion. "I think the bookmaster should be next," Snape says, but the copper-maned wizard thrusts his hands into his pockets and looks down at his boots. Da? Cambion looks imploringly up at him, you not 'fraid, the mixling thinks, but in truth, he is just a little. Elsbet comes to him and slides her hand down into his pocket, finds his hand and tenderly takes it in hers. "Please?" she asks him and he feels something deep down, but it's not necessarily the desire to know who he really is. But the beauty wins out and he sighs, letting her take his hand out of his pocket.
She smiles widely and leads him over to a blank parchment as the Chronicler pulls it down, and a much calmer Malfoy takes his hand from Elsbet. "This won't hurt, I promise," he says, and Therion relaxes at the soothing touch.