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Piquant Demise

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Summary: She knew how much of her age was evident on her face; she didn’t need an eternally young mad Vampiress to point it out to her.

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Harry Potter > Drusilla-Centered(Past Donor)CharlotteFR71507071,28020 Sep 0720 Sep 07Yes
Summary: She knew how much of her age was evident on her face; she didn’t need an eternally young mad Vampiress to point it out to her.

Characters: Drusilla, Minerva McGonagall
Pairing: None
Warnings/Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.



A/N: In all of my other fics, it suited my purpose for Drusilla to have dark brown eyes even though Juliet Landau has Blue eyes. She will have blue eyes in this one.


Piquant Demise




Minerva was well aware of the late hour and hurried along the lane toward the main gate, anxious to get inside before the sun set completely. It was raining and the water coming down masked any movement behind her as she made her way to the castle. The hairs rose on the back of her neck and she whirled around, wand at the ready.

A figure stood behind her, tall and forbidding. Pale hands reached up and pushed the hood back, revealing a face she hadn’t seen since the summer before her admission to Hogwarts. Her eyes gave her away as belonging to the McGonagall clan; though her family had long since passed into the earth.

The tall willowy figure began to sway and she averted her eyes, knowing it would be foolhardy to retain eye contact with this woman. Minerva listened intently as the woman sang a tune she hadn’t heard since the summer before her admittance to Hogwarts.

“Little Minnie Ma-gon-a-gill, dancing up through Salisbury Hill.”

Minerva looked up to find the dark haired woman standing only two feet from her. “Hello Drusilla. What brings you back here after all of this time?”

Pale fingers reached out to touch her face and sparks shot out of the end of her wand, illuminating Drusilla’s face with an eerie blue light.

Drusilla snatched her hand back and studied the other woman’s face with sad eyes. “Oh my sweet, sweet Minnie, you’ve grown so old. And you are the last. Miss Edith failed to warn Princess of the passage of time.”

Minerva rolled her eyes with exasperation. “Drusilla, you’ve been gone for sixty years. Anyone would show their age after that length of time.” She knew how much of her age was evident on her face; she didn’t need an eternally young mad Vampiress to point it out to her, family or not.

Mad blue eyes danced with mischief. “Won’t you call me aunty sweet Minnie? Your mummy did.”

Discomfort from the cold wet weather urged her to send the unbalanced woman on her way, but an old memory surfaced and Minerva wondered if her far removed ancestor had information for her. “Drusilla dear, where is that young man of yours? Young William wasn’t it?”

The mischief faded; replaced by sadness again. “He’s gone to live with sunshine.” There was a flash of clarity in her gaze and Drusilla reached out and grabbed hold of Minerva’s arm, ignoring the warning sparks. “I have a secret my niece. Miss Edith told it to me. About snakes and death and shattered sparks.”

Minerva patted Drusilla’s hand. “Oh my. Could you manage to focus on this secret for me? So I could put it into a pensieve?” She didn’t wait for her Aunt’s answer; just started to pull her along toward the gates.

Drusilla began humming again and then asked in a lilting tone. “Wicked facades are so compelling. I’ve never eaten death before. Do you suppose it’s spicy?”


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