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   'I don't think he is capable of it,' she said, feeling as if some sort of   
   blasphemy had been spoken.   
   'He had a mother, right.'   
   She nodded.   
   'Don't you think there was a time, when he was young, that he loved his   
   mother.  His father.  That he cared.  That he had - a soul.'   
   'I don't want to talk about it,' she responded.   
   'Ok,' he said, and left the room.   
      
   But she sat there, making her snack, and as she poured out her orange juice,   
   she called Daniel in for their little meal and looked at him.   
   'But how could he choose to be so evil?  If love could ever permeat that   
   heart, how could he ever choose such wickedness as he has done.'   
   'Lust.  Lust for power.  Lust for wealth.  Lust for fame.  Lust for his own   
   glory.  He has made choices, and doesn't care to go back on them.   
   She nodded.  That sounded right.   
   'But why should I ever care about a cretin like Voldemort?'   
   'I'm not asking you to.  But grudges, in the end, hurt us more than the ones   
   we hold the grudge against.  Pity him.  Just pity him, lost in his   
   wickedness.  And one day you won't hate him.  You'll just understand he is a   
   defiant soul, who has made his    
   own choices, and is lost in a world of evil.  And that, like all of us, he   
   needs redemption.'   
   'I could wish him in hell,' she said.   
   'So could I, Lucy Potter.  So could I.'   
   'You can't say he doesn't deserve it.'   
   'I wouldn't,' he responded softly.   
   'Good,' she finished.   
      
   Yet, that afternoon, a part of her understood that so many souls really didn't   
   care that much in the end, and even chose darkness as a way of life.  So many   
   souls who hadn't worked it all out, or just had been hurt.  Hurt, and didn't   
   care anymore.  Just    
   didn't give a damn.  And chose evil because of it.  And, in seeing that   
   Voldemort might just be one of these lost souls, who the heart of love had yet   
   to touch, she did have pity.  She had pity and she forgave him from her   
   heart.  For bearing a grudge    
   would only make her miserable, and life was too good to afford that.   
       
   *   *   *   *   *   
      
   Satan sailed on the sea of ecstasy, high on Hype, Fuck and Wank, his three   
   favourite new wave drugs of choice, practically overloaded on them.  But it   
   took a lot to get Satan stoned - he was the Devil after all.  Hallucinations   
   of Sodomisic demons    
   floated in front of him, tempting even the Devil, yet he said 'Go to hell   
   faggots,' but, for a moment, almost tempted by their absolute uncaring   
   behaviour.  But he was a bad boy.  And bad boys fucked hot chicks.  Even the   
   Devil had scruples.  'Well, if    
   you are not going to join us, at least kill that Lucy Potter bitch.'  And the   
   Devil grinned sadistically.  That much he could do.   
      
   He floated away all afternoon on his sea of ecstacy and, when the high started   
   wearing off, tempted to reload, he thought better of it and wandered out to   
   the main hall.  Voldemort was there, sitting on his throne, lost in his   
   pathetic thoughts.  Minor    
   thoughts of power.  Not the real thing.   
   Voldemort stood.  'Yes, Lord Bradlock.'   
   'The Lucy Potter agenda.  It is soon time to respond to her - once and for   
   all.'   
   'Yes, my master,' said Voldemort.  'What is your bidding.'   
   'Voices have spoken to me.  The girl is soon to fall pregnant.  A child - a   
   kidnapped child - would be an excellent bargaining chip for us to win our   
   agenda.  The Dark One's agenda.'   
   'But are you not the Dark One?' queried Voldemort confused.   
   'There is an even darker spirit,' said Satan.  'The heart of the Dark Magic.    
   And its will is sovereign.'   
   'As you say,' said Voldemort.   
   'We will wait for now.  Yet, when she falls pregnant, watch.  Assign that   
   Grimlock fool, and at the right time, we will strike.'   
   'It is my pleasure to serve you, dark master.'   
   'Remember that,' said Bradlock, and disappeared back to his abode, ready to   
   get high once again, and fight off some more of those alluring sodomistic   
   temptations.   
      
   *   *   *   *   *   
      
   'Let's go to Lambie Gorge,' said Daniel.  'Its not too far a walk from here.'   
   'Where's Lambie Gorge?' asked Lucy Potter innocently.   
   'You've never been?' he asked surprised.   
   'Never even heard of it,' she responded.   
   'Hum.  Funny,' he said.  'But why would you.  Unless you had ever actually   
   been shown the place.  Some people might not normally think about looking   
   there.'   
   'Where is it?' she asked.   
   'Down behind the showground.  Behind the horse stables.'   
   'Oh.  Right.  Well, I've been there heaps.  To the showground.  That is where   
   the nursing home is, behind the stables.  I've been there once or twice.'   
   'Its behind that,' he said.  'Its part of the town walk.'   
   'Ok,' she said. 'I'll put some track pants on.  We'll go shortly.'   
   Enrique had still not returned and, while Lucy Potter missed him, she still   
   wanted to continue on with her latest fervour - normalisation of her life.    
   Doing the things normal or regular people did.  And a bush walk sounded ideal.   
   'We'll go at midday, if that is alright,' said Daniel.  'I fancy a Yummy   
   Burger from the cafe.  Still haven't changed the recipe.  After all these   
   years.'   
   'You do like those yummy burgers,' said Lucy smiling.   
   'Isn't that obvious,' said Daniel, patting his belly, which was just a little   
   tiny bit overweight.  Lucy laughed at that.   
      
   When she had changed they played Uno for about an hour, a card game favourite   
   of Daniel's which they had been playing together for the last few days.  It   
   filled in time, and with a classical CD on in the background she was happy, in   
   a way.  Almost as if    
   living a childhood she had not gotten to live, so caught up in the ways of   
   magic and mystery.  So caught up in the ways of fairey and fantasy.   
      
   When 11:30 ticked over Daniel said he was hungry enough anyway, so they locked   
   the front door, Daniel armed with his carrybag he took everywhere, and Lucy,   
   in her pink tshirt and trendy trackies, fancy sneakers on, which she had   
   rarely worn, and they    
   took off for the centre of town were Daniel got his Yummy burgers.   
      
   As they walked down past the pool and crossed into Centennial park, Lucy   
   reminded herself again, normal life now.  'Well, I have never eaten a Yummy   
   burger, but I'll give it a go.'   
   'Ooh,' said Daniel.  'Are you sure the amazing Lucy Potter can afford the   
   weight gain?'   
   She smiled.  A typical wisecrack from Mr Daly.   
   'Yes.  I am not watching my weight.  I never have been.'   
   'That's not what Madalene says.'   
   'Oh, shutup,' said Lucy.   
   'I mean, face it,' said Daniel.  'Women are vain.  They are well known for it.'   
   'Witches are not vain.'   
   'But your not a witch,' said Daniel.  'Are you?'   
   She looked at him.  Didn't really know what to say, so said nothing.   
      
   As he started hooking into his Yummy burger, she looked at her own.  Indeed,   
   it did look yummy.  She was normally a 'Salad' girl, and rarely ate meat these   
   days, but it didn't have any meat in it anyway.   
   She bit into it.  'Ooh, yum,' she said instantly.   
   'Exactly,' responded Daniel.   
   They ate contentedly, the traffic on Sharp street going about its typical   
   busines, another normal day in another normal country town.   
      
   When they got to the showground and down to the stables, Lucy was somewhat   
   excited.  It would be interesting to see what this Lambie gorge actually was.   
   'We'll go to the lookout first,' said Daniel.  'And then we may as well go   
   down to the water.'   
   'Ok,' said Lucy.   
      
      
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