Pieces Falling Into Place
Just as Lucien had predicted, things began moving quietly—efficiently.
With Dumbledore's subtle assistance and the backing of the Black family, Narcissa began preparing the evidence.
Birth records.
Dates.
Family registries.
Proof of Evelyne's birth.
Proof of Cassian's parentage.
And the exact timing of the divorce.
Everything was being gathered carefully—methodically.
No mistakes.
No noise.
🦡 Life at Hogwarts
Meanwhile, Lucien continued to live his days at Hogwarts as if nothing monumental was happening behind the scenes.
He spent time with Akeno, Susan, Cassandra, Daphne, Hermione, Penelope, Angelina, Katie, Clara, Evelyne, and Tonks—laughing, studying, walking the corridors, and drawing far too much attention without ever trying to.
Evelyne laughed more now.
She stood straighter.
She wasn't afraid all the time anymore.
Lucien noticed.
He didn't say anything.
🌙 Nights of Knowledge and Death
Some nights, Lucien slipped into the Restricted Section, reading ancient tomes beneath soft wandlight.
Other nights…
He vanished into his pocket dimension.
There, beside a quiet river, Bayonetta sat gracefully—death itself in human form.
They talked.
About magic.
About fate.
About absurd things.
Lucien enjoyed those moments.
Bayonetta teased him endlessly.
"You're changing destinies again," she said lazily.
Lucien smiled. "Someone has to."
She laughed.
🧹 Hufflepuff Makes It Official
One afternoon, the announcement came.
Lucien Aurelius Peverell Lionhardt — Chaser, Hufflepuff Quidditch Team.
The castle buzzed instantly.
Other house captains panicked.
Special training sessions began immediately.
Longer hours.
Harder drills.
By evening, Angelina and Katie were exhausted—slumped on a bench near the pitch.
Lucien walked over calmly.
"You'll break yourselves at this rate," he said.
From his pocket, he produced small orange berries.
"Eat."
Angelina blinked. "What is this?"
"Oran berries," Lucien replied. "I grow them."
They ate.
Instantly, the tension drained from their bodies.
"…Oh," Katie breathed. "That's unfair."
Angelina laughed. "I feel amazing."
Nearby, Clara clapped happily.
Lucien smiled faintly.
It was a small thing.
But it mattered.
🍃 Quiet Happiness
As the sun set over Hogwarts, Lucien sat on the grass, Vulpix curled beside him.
Friends laughed nearby.
Plans moved forward unseen.
Fate shifted gently—almost kindly.
For now, life was good.
And Lucien allowed himself to enjoy it.