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Entry tags: | 2011 fic |
Fic: Lucius Malfoy in the MOM Department of Mysteries with a Prophecy Sphere
Title: Oraculum
Author: leela_cat
Character: Lucius Malfoy
Location: MOM Department of Mysteries
Prop: Prophecy Sphere
Other Characters: An Unspeakable
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Word Count: ~1,325
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story except the words and the smut.
Author's Notes: My beta is wonderful, and any mistakes that remain are my fault and not hers.
oraculum -- n. [a solemn utterance , oracle, divine response, prophecy]; also [the place where an oracle is given].
In all the years that Lucius had been visiting the Department of Mysteries, the entry room had never changed. It remained reasonably sized and circular. The candles continued to shine their blue light over the unadorned black surfaces; the charms in their reflected light still confounded uninvited guests, their distraction sufficient to obscure the minute runes inscribed in the upper right corner of the otherwise identical doors.
The machinery beneath the floor made a loud rumbling noise, and the room began to spin. Lucius closed his eyes to avoid the blinding effect and counted to three.
He slammed the tip of his cane against the floor, activating his wand, and said, "Oraculum."
The floor stopped moving. The candelabra on either side of a door flared, and the door creaked open. Lucius strode into the room. Dust puffed into the air beneath his heels, swirled around his ankles, matched him to a prophecy in the room, and let him pass. As it had done every year since his nineteenth birthday barring the ones he'd spent in Azkaban.
Pausing at the end of row ninety-seven, he tipped his head back and contemplated the ceiling far above him. Arched and ribbed, the wood and stone was elaborately carved with runes and shimmered with charms. There were more spells, he noted, than had existed when Potter and his gang of delinquents had all but demolished the room all those years ago. He couldn't imagine how long it had taken the Unspeakables to recreate the shattered spheres and their dispersed prophecies from the originals stored in the vaults below.
He began moving again, walking rapidly until he reached an empty space between two dusty glass spheres. On the shelf beneath the space was a yellowish label marked with spidery writing.