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A/N:WOO HOO!!! I made it! I’m sooo sorry that this took so long to get
done and out. My muse is being a perfect bitch and won’t let me get on with it.
That and I’ve started a new story.
Hermione/Harry/Draco – yeah, baby! It’s gonna be HOT! It’s called The Trinari Clan and it probably won’t be out for at
least a couple months, just depending on how fast this thing gets done. (Just
as a warning – the other, er – groupings – will be Ron/Severus/Remus (double
yum!) and Ginny/Blaise/Pansy (yeah – I know, but no weirder than the other
groupings in this fic!). Oh
– and I’m borrowing a small part of the plot from What A Witch Needs by Petalsoft. Sorry, but this one’s been on my mind for
at least six months and I had to get some of it on paper before it drove
me bonkers!
Sorry for the rant. On with the story…
Chapter 15 – Weddings and Wishes – Revisited
Ron
slinked through the Dark store on his way to his grandparents Cabinet.
I’ll
show them all that I can be useful, too.
He
thought back to his earlier argument with Severus and almost started crying
again. Now is not the time for that – besides, I’ve been crying too
much lately, anyway.
***FLASHBACK***
“But
why can’t I go on the raid?” Ron asked desperately.
“Weasley
#6, you must understand,” Severus was trying to get him to see –
he couldn’t lose him. “We already have too many going for my comfort.” He was
going to deliver a low blow, he knew, but if it kept his ‘Weasley #6’ alive, if
a bit angry, then he was willing to do it. “Besides –
we don’t know if Longbottom will be able to reestablish the external connection
or not. We can’t risk it.” And I can’t risk losing you. He hoped
Ron would hear his thoughts – or feel them.
He
didn’t. “Fine! I can’t believe you, Professor. I
thought you, of all people, would understand. I guess not, though,” he got
angrily to his feet and stalked to their closet. He grabbed a blanket and
pillow from the top shelf and headed for the door.
“Ronald…”
Severus started. Guess I should have just told the truth.
“Just
– stop,” Ron bit out. “I don’t need to hear anymore about how I’m not needed,
or wanted, on the raid. I’m going to sleep on the couch in the common room.
Please don’t follow me out there. I’d rather not talk to you right now,” and he
stalked from the room, slamming the door behind him.
*** END FLASHBACK***
Now
here he was, scared and alone, actually searching for the one person he never
wanted to see again.
He
reached the Cabinet with nothing bad happening, so he gave the mumbled password
and entered as quickly and quietly as he could.
He
stalked down the long hall with his wand out, hoping that whatever Gods were
paying attention would help him find Neville unawares.
And
once again, the Gods proved that they didn’t pay any attention to anything that
Ron Weasley prayed or hoped for – Kind of like everyone back at the Cottage.
– because standing in front of him was Neville Longbottom, wand drawn and a very
dead-looking Mulciber sprawled on the floor in the corner of the room.
“Sectumsepra!” Neville shouted.
When
he was hit, Ron dropped his wand as excruciating pain tore through his right
leg.
Please,
Ronald, please don’t die on me. Stay alive long enough for us to come help you!
Severus.
Dear Gods, Severus knew! Maybe the Gods had been listening, after all.
You’re
the other half of my heart and soul, and I’ll love you forever. Don’t ever
forget that, Sev. If I don’t make it – don’t ever forget.
Neville
snickered at the look of horror on Ron’s face. Oh, Lucius will be so pleased
with his death.
“Oh,
how the mighty have fallen! You and your precious ‘Golden
Trio’ running everything. Even starting that stupid heartbond,” at the
look of surprise from Ron, he giggled – it was a very creepy sound. “What? You
didn’t know that they heartbond originated with you three and you chose
to extend it to your sister and the two traitors? Figures Dumbledore would keep
information like that from you. You were all good little puppets, weren’t you?”
“At
least we knew what was right! We didn’t feel so helpless and inferior
that we had to latch on to the tailcoats of the most evil bastard alive!” Ron
screamed at Neville as he tried to staunch the flow of blood running down his
leg.
Neville’s
face belied his anger, then he schooled his face into
a cold smirk. “You should have stayed away, Weasel. It’s just as well, I
suppose. Now I get to be the one who kills you. Goodbye. Avada –“
“ – Kedavra!”
Ron
braced himself for the rushing green light to wash over him. When it didn’t
come, he allowed himself to be pulled into the darkness, and knew no more.
*************
“ – it was a nasty slashing hex, but it doesn’t look like it
did any lasting damage. I’m not sure why he’s not coming around, yet.
Perhaps we should call a medi-wizard?”
Severus
shook his head. “Under other circumstances, I would agree, but with the way
things are right now, I don’t think that’s safe.”
“And totally uncalled for, since I’m awake.” Ron groaned
softly, his eyes still closed. Wow, déjà vu. The pain in his leg was
starting to return. Except for that. That’s
new. Damn Longbottom!
“Ron!”
A whole chorus rang through the room and he was suddenly wrapped in a hug from
a relieved and soggy-eyed Severus.
“Ronald,
I’m so relieved that you are all right,” mumbled Severus. “Please, Weasley #6, please
don’t ever do that again! I don’t think my old heart can take something
like that again!”
“You
knew,” mumbled Ron, only half-conscious. “You know, Sev. How?”
Severus
dried his eyes and knelt beside the couch that Ron once again occupied. “Draco
had a dream. After he told me about it, that little ‘alarm’ went off and I told
him to help you.”
“You
– you begged me not to die,” a wondering Ron said. “Why? Why would you care if
I died after the way I treated you?”
“Ah,
Weasley #6, I do believe I’ve told you that I love you on more than one
occasion. How could a little spat change that?”
“But
you didn’t trust me to help – not that I can really blame you after all this.”
“Ronald,”
groaned the sallow man. “I didn’t want you to go, not because I didn’t
trust you, but because I couldn’t face the possibility of losing you.” Then he
gathered Ron up in his arms and kissed him soundly.
The
others in the room sat quietly, letting the lovers talk it out without
interruption.
Then
Ginny and Hermione showed up, waddling into the room with rumpled clothing,
tear-streaked faces and red, puffy eyes that told everyone they hadn’t gotten
any real sleep at all that night.
“Ron!”
They shouted, descending on the young man to check him over, effectively
pushing Severus off to the side. When they were sure he was okay, they berated
him for running off without letting anyone know where he was going.
Then
they turned on their men, checking them both over for any injury, no matter how
small, then remonstrating that they were careless to get hurt (although neither
of them had any injuries).
When
Hermione broke down into tears, Draco was at her side in an instant.
“Mya,
love, what’s wrong?”
“I’m
– I’m just so mad!” She cried. “Why did he have to do this? Why!?”
“I
don’t know, Mya,” a terse Draco answered. “Why had he always been evil? Why did
he throw in with that evil arse? My guess is that it was to do with him being a
selfish, unloving bastard,” he gathered her in his arms. “Don’t think about him
– either of them – anymore, love. Lucius is safely tucked away in a cell in
Azkaban for the rest of his life, and Longbottom is dead. It’s finally over.”
“I
hope you’re right, love,” Hermione whimpered into his neck. “I hope you’re
right.”
*************
Ron
was resting on the couch, his leg not yet fully healed, when someone knocked on
the front door.
“Severus?”
He called, but got no answer.
Whoever
was at the door knocked again – insistently.
“Anyone? There’s someone at the door!” Still,
no answer. The person at the door was now pounding on it.
Grumbling,
the injured Weasley hobbled over to the door and opened it.
Narcissa
Malfoy stormed in, looking frantic.
“Hello,
Mr. Weasley,” she greeted. “Is my son here? I need to speak to him
immediately.”
“I’m
not sure where he is at the mom –“
“Mother! What a pleasant surprise! What are you doing here?”
“Draco,
I have some very bad news – Lucius escaped from Azkaban last night!”
All
the color drained from Draco and Ron’s faces as the new of Lucius’ escape sunk
in.
Severus!
Ron called with his mind. Narcissa Malfoy is here with some news – very
bad news. You need to get everyone and come to the front room right
away.
After
a slight pause, Severus replied. I’m on my way. I’ll gather the rest of the
house on the way.
Thanks,
love. Draco’s down here already.
Ron
leaned a bit closer to Draco. “I contacted Sev. He and the others are on the
way,” he whispered.
Draco
nodded, distracted by the horror of his father running loose in the Wizarding
world.
Severus,
Ginny, Harry and Hermione came into the large room, each looking as if they
weren’t sure they wanted to know the bad news.
“Narcissa-mum!” Harry and Hermione cried. They could tell
that something awful had happened, but what?
“Please
all of you, sit,” suggested Narcissa. “The news I have
is not good and you may need to be sitting to receive it.”
After
everyone was sitting, Narcissa took a deep breath and told them of Lucius’ and
his miraculous escape.
“I’m
not sure where he is,” finished Narcissa. “But I can tell you where he won’t
be. I changed the wards right after he was thrown in that horrible place.
There’s no way for him to get on the grounds, let along in the Manor or
Cottage.”
Everyone
breathed a small sigh of relief, until Hermione felt the baby kick.
“Draco!”
She half-shouted with realization. “Drucilla! She said
that if we weren’t married, Lucius would end up with her!”
Draco’s
face paled again, along with everyone else in the room.
“Like
hell he will!” Came the surprise declaration from Ron.
“I’ll kill him with my bare hands first! We need to find him – I won’t…”
He
stopped and stared, as a shape began to form in the middle of the room.
Everyone
gasped when they saw a small girl of about 5 or 6 standing there, transparent
as a ghost.
“I
said ‘together’, not ‘married’,” chastised a very upset looking Drucilla. “And
you are together,” she smiled as she started flickering in and out of
sight. “Oh, and, Father? You may want to call Madam
Pomfrey and have her come right away.” She flickered one final time and was
gone.
“Madam
Pomfrey?” He asked no one in particular. “Why would I need Poppy?”
“Draco!”
Pointed Harry. “Hermione!”
Draco’s
gaze swung to Hermione, who was standing, clutching her stomach. Just a second later, and there was a puddle of water around her feet.
Draco
moved to the fireplace, but Severus was already there.
“Poppy!”
Severus yelled. “Dammit all to Hades, woman! Poppy!”
Poppy
Pomfrey scuttled out of her office, an irritated look on her face. “Now,
Severus, there is no need to use such language!”
“You
can scold me later!” Snapped the nervous man. “Go grab
your satchel – Hermione just went into labor and we need you now!”
She
stopped in shock for just a moment before rushing back into her office and
reappearing a moment later with her medical bag. “Get out of the way; I’m
coming through.”
Then
she was there and by Hermione’s side. “Harry, go get me some towels and a basin
large enough to a turkey. Severus, go boil some water,” she eyed Ginny and Ron.
“Ronald, I’ll be having a look at your leg after this is over.” She turned to
Ginny. “And Ginerva, I’ll be wanting to look you over
once I get Hermione settled.”
“No!”
Hermione started to cry as another contraction ripped through her abdomen. “I
can’t have her yet! Draco and I aren’t married!”
Poppy
hugged the frightened young witch gently. “Don’t worry about such things right
now. Let’s just worry about getting through the birth first.”
Hermione
started crying louder. “No – we need to be married! She won’t be recognized
magically as the Malfoy heir if we aren’t!”
Just
then a face appeared in the fire – a face with a long white beard and half-moon
spectacles.
“Then
it’s lucky that I just happened to have heard Poppy and Severus’ conversation
before she left. I can perform the ceremony before the birth.”
Then
out stepped Albus Dumbledore from the fire and soon everyone was scattering to
prepare for a wedding and a birth.
*************
After
the impromptu wedding was performed by the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry, Poppy and Narcissa settled the new Lady Malfoy into
bed to have her baby.
“Now,
dear, I’ll be putting a mild pain killing spell on your abdomen so the
contractions won’t seem so bad.”
Poppy
raised her wand and muttered the spell and all at once, the pain left
Hermione’s lower body and she sighed in relief.
As
Poppy was preparing Hermione to start pushing, there was a knock on the door.
“May
I come in?” A slightly sheepish Draco asked through a crack in the door.
“Mr.
Malfoy, you may not come in,” Poppy started, but was interrupted by Hermione.
“Please
Madam Pomfrey – I’d like Draco to be here when I give birth to Drucilla.”
Poppy
sighed. “Alright, young man, you may come in – but no funny business. You get
in my way and you’re out.”
“Yes
Madam Pomfrey,” was the meek reply as Draco slunk into the room like a child
sneaking into a forbidden room.
“Love,
come hold my hand,” requested Hermione.
The
nervous Slytherin walked over to the bed that his Gryffindor was laid out on.
“Alright, Hermione. Now, I’m going to lessen the pain killing
spell a little at a time. Tell me when you start to feel pressure, but not
pain, of the contractions,” Poppy started to lessen the spell bit by bit until
Hermione’s eyes widened. “Are you in pain?”
A
small frown creased the birthing woman’s face. “Not pain, no. It does
feel like someone is pinching me – just enough to feel it.”
“Perfect,” the medi-witch smile at the young couple. “Let’s
have a baby. Hermione, the next pinch you feel, I need you to start pushing as
hard as you can.
Draco
took his Mya’s hand and smiled down at her. “Well, Lady Malfoy, looks as if our
daughter is about to be born. Thank you for bringing me so much happiness. I
love you so much.”
Hermione
smiled at her husband. “I love you, Lord Malfoy,” she frowned a bit. “The
pinching has started again, Poppy.”
“Alright, Mummy and Daddy, let’s bright your child into the world.
Push, Hermione.”
After
two hours of bearing down on the twinges and pinches, a beautiful pink baby
girl was born. Poppy cleaned her up and laid her in her mother’s arms. Hermione
started to cry.
“Aw,
Mya-love, she’s beautiful. Just like her Mummy,” Draco stared at her first born
with tears in his eyes. He laid his hand on her head in a ritual of benediction
as old as time. “Welcome, Drucilla Elaine Malfoy, my first-born and heir. May
you live long, love with your whole heart and may you rule the House of Malfoy
with a loving, gentle hand after we are gone.” There was a bright flash of
light, and when it was gone, there lay the future
first Malfoy matriarch.
Her
hair was the silver of all Malfoys, but with a body that could have only come
from her mother’s genetics. Her eyes, which had been the indistinct dark blue
color of all newborns babies, had settled to the unMalfoy-like color of brown.
Draco stared at his daughter’s changes.
“Well,
that’s a first. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a picture of a Malfoy that didn’t
have the silver eyes,” he laughed. “Oh, little girl, what changes you are going
to bring.”
“She’s
already brought changes,” Albus spoke from the doorway. “Forgive me my
intrusion. She will bring many more and will change this poor old world for the
better,” he smiled at the new family, his twinkling blue eyes dancing. “There
are several people who would like to see you. Are you feeling up to it?”
“Now
see here, Albus, if you think you are going to flood this room with visitors…”
“Madam,
I will only let in a couple at a time.”
Poppy
pursed her lips. “Fine! Why should I be surprised? You
don’t listen to me in my own Hospital Wing, why should you listen to me here?”
She threw her arms up and stalked from the room.
“As you say, Poppy. Now, does the Malfoy family feel up to
visitors?”
Hermione
and Draco shared a brief thought, then Draco smiled up
at the Headmaster. “Yes, please, Professor. We’d like Harry and Ginny to come
in first.”
“Very
well,” he turned to go, but stopped and looked back at Draco. “And please, call
me Albus. You’ve not been my pupil for many years now.”
“Thank
you, I will – Albus.”
Dumbledore
beamed at Draco and left.
A
moment later, Harry and Ginny quietly entered the room to see the new addition
to two of their best friends family.
“May
I present Drucilla Elaine Malfoy?” Hermione beamed.
“Oh,
my,” breathed Ginny when they were shown the little girl. “I don’t think I’ve
ever seen a Malfoy with brown eyes.”
“No,
probably not,” laughed Draco. “We have a very special little girl on our
hands.”
“I
would say that you are a master of understatement,” whispered Harry. He looked
down into the brown eyes of the little one that would someday call him ‘Uncle
Harry’. “And after we have our babies, you and your Mummy and Daddy will have
to come over to play-dates. What do you think of that, Dru?” Trust Harry to
already start giving out nicknames.
Drucilla
looked very seriously at her uncle for a moment, as if considering his
question. Then she opened her eyes wide, laid her tiny hand on Ginny’s swollen
abdomen, and laughed.
“I
think she likes that idea,” laughed Hermione. Then her look grew serious. “Now,
we have a question for you two. Draco?”
“Harry
and Ginerva Potter, would you consent to being Drucilla’s godparents?” Draco
requested formally.
Harry
and Ginny stood in shock at the Malfoy’s request. Then they looked at each
other, grinned, and looked at Draco and Hermione.
“We
have just a couple of questions,” stated Harry.
“First
– will we be allowed to spoil, not only Dru, but any other children you have?”
Draco
and Hermione exchanged glances, and then nodded at the Potters.
“Fabulous,”
exulted Harry. Then a mischievous look crossed his face. “And the second
question – do we get to let Lucius know that a Potter and a Weasley are her
godparents?”
With
that, Draco’s face split into a huge grin. “That might be just what we need!”
He hurried to the fireplace and threw in some floo powder, calling, “Daily
Prophet – Rita Skeeter!”
“Draco!”
gasped Hermione.
“Just
wait…” And when Rita’s head appeared. “Rita, darling! I have an exclusive for you!”
“Lord
Malfoy, how nice to see you,” she looked around the room. “And what is this big
news you’ve got for me?”
“Hermione
Granger and I have had a daughter – my heir,” he explained, puffing out his
chest with pride. “And we’ve asked Harry and Ginny Potter to be her
godparents.”
“What
wonderful news! Congratulations, Draco!” She looked past him at Hermione. “You, too – Lady Malfoy?”
“Oh,
no, not yet,” interrupted Draco. “That’s this weekend – in Hogsmeade at the
Three Broomsticks.”
“Is
it alright if I announce that also?”
“Rita,
I wouldn’t have it any other way,” beamed the new father.
“Thank
you, Lord Malfoy,” and Rita was gone.
“Very
smart, Draco,” congratulated Harry.
“’Very smart’?! That wasn’t ‘very smart’ at all!” Hermione
was starting to panic. “Draco, with that news out in The Daily Prophet,
Lucius will…” she seemed to think it through, then
blushed. “Oh. I see. That was very smart, love.”
“Well,
we couldn’t think of how to find him,” smirked Draco. “So, we’ll let him
find us.”
*************
Hermione
examined her reflection in the beautiful gown, fitting the veil on her head.
“Wow. Déjà vu!”
“What’s
déjà vu, Herms?” Harry asked as he walked into the impromptu dressing room at
the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade.
“Will
you stop calling me that!” An irritated bride
demanded.
“Probably
not,” was the impudent reply. “Now, what’s déjà vu?”
“Oh
– I was just reminded of when I was checking over my dress before Ron flooed
and broke off the wedding,” sighed the slightly distraught Lady Malfoy.
“Don’t
think about it, Mya,” was Harry’s advice. “It’ll only depress you. Besides,
Draco and you have been married for a week now. This is just a trap for Lucius,
right?”
Hermione
stared hard at her best friend, wondering if he was really that stupid when
someone saved her the trouble of asking herself. “Lord and Lady, please tell me
that my one and only godson is not that stupid!”
Harry
and Hermione swung around to look at the owner of the question, Narcissa.
Hermione gave her a look of I’m glad I wasn’t the one who had to say it.
“Narcissa-mum,
why did you just call me stupid?” Harry wanted to know.
“Because
Harry, women like weddings,” patiently explained Narcissa. “They like
the flowers and the dress and the music and all the romanticism that comes with
it. Men,” here she gave him a look of barely concealed pity. “Well, men just
don’t ‘get it’. That’s all. They don’t and can’t understand why women
get all ‘weepy’ over brides.”
“This
wasn’t depressing me because of Ron,” Hermione gave him an amused look. “It was
depressing me because the ‘real’ wedding happened when I was in pain, giving
birth to my daughter and because this, the wedding I wanted, is
the fake wedding.”
“So,
those thoughts of being left at the altar by Ron – they weren’t making you
depressed?” Asked a bewildered Harry.
Hermione
rolled her eyes. “Not at all. If it wasn’t for Ron dumping
me, I wouldn’t have Draco and Drucilla,” she released and explosive sigh.
“Also, I’m on edge because of the possibility of Lucius showing up.”
“You
don’t worry about it, love,” soothed Harry. “We’ve got ninety percent of the
Auror forces here, plus; Severus, Ron, Draco, The entire Weasley clan and I. I
don’t think he’ll be able to throw anything at us that we won’t be able to
handle.”
“But
what if…” her line of thinking was stalled by Harry’s raised hand.
“Please,
Mya, don’t start with the ‘what ifs’,” grimaced Harry. “If we start on the
‘what ifs’, we’ll all be nervous and distracted.”
Hermione
laughed at her best friend’s pacing. “It looks like I’m not the only one who’s
been entertaining ‘what ifs’.”
Narcissa
laughed at the two. “You two argue like brother and sister – or like an old
married couple,” and the horrified faces of the younger witch and wizard, she
laughed again.
Harry
ignored Narcissa’s laughter at his expense. “Well, it’s my job as best man to
cover all the possibilities of things going wrong,” he made a sour face. “And
let’s face it – Lucius showing up today could either be our biggest problem –
or our best blessing.”
“I
know, I know,” sighed the Gryffindor Lioness. “Fine. Okay. Go let them know I’m ready.”
Ginny
peeked her head in the room. “Ready, Mya? It’s time.”
“Yes,
I was just letting Harry know to tell them.”
“And
that’s my cue to go find my seat,” sniffled Narcissa. She turned watering eyes
on her new daughter-in-law. “I haven’t had the chance before this, but – I just
want you to know that I am so happy that you are a member of my family
now.”
Hermione
hugged her mother-in-law. “Thank you so much, Narcissa-mum. I’m glad to be
apart of your family, too.” Narcissa smiled at her and left to watch the
wedding.
“Okay,
let’s do it, before you two make me cry and ruin my eyes,” Ginny gave a watery
giggle and started putting her shoes on and helping Hermione with the final
touches while Harry went to tell the rest of the wedding party that it was time
to start.
“Thanks,
Gin, for being my Maid of Honor. Are you sure your feeling up to it?” Hermione
asked, noticing that her friend was a bit pale.
“Yeah,
I’m fine,” Ginny grunted. “I just don’t feel good. I have a headache,” she
explained hastily at the look on the brides face.
“Maybe
we should have Poppy…”
Ginny
shook her head. “I’ve already been to see her. The babies are fine, I’m
the one stressed.” Catching the look from her surrogate sister, she reiterated.
“I’m fine. Let’s go get you ‘married’.”
They
stepped out into the hallway, where Severus was waiting to walk Hermione down
the aisle. She had wanted Arthur Weasley to do it, but with Lucius’ probably
appearance, they decided that it probably wasn’t a good idea.
*************
“Are
you sure everyone’s in place?” Draco asked Ron, again.
“Yes,
Draco, the Aurors are in place, my brothers are in place, everyone’s in
place!” Ron sighed. He couldn’t imagine what Draco was going through.
“Don’t worry – Lucius won’t be able to scratch his ass without five
people knowing which cheek!”
He
couldn’t help letting out a small laugh. “Vulgar, Weasley.
Extremely vulgar.”
“Yeah,
I know,” grinned Ron. “But it got you to laugh, didn’t it?”
“Yes,
I supposed it did,” Draco looked at his enemy-turned-friend. “Thanks, Ron – for
everything.”
“Oh?”
Ron fidgeted – he didn’t deserve thanks. “For what?
Being controlled by Lucius, almost ruining the rain on that Death Eater
safe-house, not to mention almost ruining yours and Mya’s lives?” He shook his
head ruefully. “Sorry, but I don’t deserve thanks for that.”
“No,
you don’t,” agreed Draco. “You do deserve thanks for helping us find out
about all that, though,” the young Lord looked at his friend. “And you deserve
my personal thanks for loving Uncle Severus. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him
so happy.”
“You
don’t need to thank me for that,” protested Ron.
“Yes,
I do,” Draco disagreed. “You could have ignored how you felt, snapped the bond
and left, but you didn’t.”
“Draco,
you don’t need to thank me for doing something that I want to do anyway.”
“Just
say, ‘You’re welcome, Draco’,” the groom frowned. “Or
I’ll have to pummel you, but good.”
Ron
just stood there for a moment before collapsing with laughter. Draco grinned.
“You’re
welcome, Draco,” he feigned fright. “Please don’t pummel me, Lord Malfoy, sir!”
Then both started to laugh at the house-elf impersonation. Then Harry was
there. “It’s time, guys. Let’s get the show on the road.”
And
the groom and his groomsmen went to the main room to wait for the rest of the
wedding party.
*************
(cue bad guy music)
Under
a heavy cloak and an even heavier Glamour Confundus
charm, Lucius made his way to the seat the usher had escorted him to – on the
aisle side of the bride.
After
a quick and silent Obliviate hex at the usher, Lucius took his seat and
waited for the wedding to begin – then his fun would really start!
“If
I’ve told that worthless boy once, I’ve told him a thousand times,” muttered
Lucius to no one in particular. “No one has the right, or the ability, to keep
me away from my family. I’ll kill him and his little mudblood, take their
child, and raise her as my own – loyal to me alone. Then I’ll take back my
Manor and lands using her. I’ll raise the child to be what Draco could not. The
Malfoy name will once again strike fear and obedience into the heart of the
Wizarding world!”
However,
he didn’t see the Extendable Ears under his sear, and he didn’t’ see the grim
expressions on the otherwise jovial faces of the Twins.
*************
Fred
sidled up between the groom and his attendants. “He’s here – 8th row back on the aisle of the bride’s side,” he winked at
them then. “We have Ears on him. You should have heard him going on and on
about how he was going to kill you two, take your daughter and teach her to
strike fear into the hears of the Wizarding world at large,” he made an ugly
face. “Azkaban was not kind to him. He’s completely delusional!”
“That
isn’t Azkaban’s doing,” muttered Draco. “That’s pure one hundred percent
undiluted Lucius. I was the child who originally was going to strike
that fear in the hearts of everyone.” He grinned then. “I bet I’m a huge
disappointment to him.”
“Oh,
you are, mate; you are,” giggle the twin. “So, should we grab
him?”
Harry
shook his head no, which surprised Fred. “Thanks to Moldy Voldy and Lucius,
Herms and I put our heads together and created a shield that not even the
Killing Curse can break. Let’s have some fun before we kill him, hm?”
The
other three men stared at him for a moment, then hid
their guffaws behind their hands.
“Fred,
go back to George and wait for the signal,” instructed Ron.
“Okay,”
he nodded, then paused as he turned around. “What is
the signal?”
“When
Hermione and Draco both go down, that’s your cure to start hexing Lucius,”
Harry went on grimly. “When he’s focused on you and George, I’ll take
him out. Then we can finish the wedding. It will be oodles of fun!”
Ron
rolled his eyes at his best mate. “Harry, you’re idea of fun is very
warped, mate.”
Harry
grinned as Fred walked away laughing.
Then
they settled down as the wedding march started, waiting for Hermione’s
entrance.
*************
“Now,
Ginny,” Hermione started. “When everything starts happening, I want you to go
to Mum. She’ll need you there to protect her and Dad while Lucius is on the
rampage.”
“You
mean I’m supposed to go with Mum and Dad so they can protect me
while Lucius is going crazy trying to kill you and Draco, don’t
you?” Ginny asked mildly.
“Gin,
if anything happened to you and the babies this close to your due date, Harry
would never forgive me. And I’d never forgive myself.”
“Yeah,
yeah, yeah,” she rolled her eyes. “Do you all think I’m stupid? I know
that. I was planning to run for cover before you told me to,” she pouted.
“Harry’s
right – you are adorable when you pout,” grinned Hermione, but it didn’t
last long. “You know we don’t think you’re stupid, Gin, we were just trying to
cover all the bases,” the music started and Hermione waved over Severus.
“Ready?”
“As
ever I’ll be,” the dour man asserted.
“Then
let’s go.”
*************
Lucius
couldn’t believe his eyes. He knew Severus was a blood traitor, but he was
actually walking that filthy little mudblood down the aisle to marry his
son!
“He
shall fall, also, then,” he muttered.
When
Hermione reached the dais where Albus and Draco stood, Lucius jumped up.
“Choose,
Draco!” He screamed. “Choose – your life or her death!” He
trained his wand on Hermione and muttered the Killing Curse.
He
cackled with evil glee when Draco jumped in front of Hermione and the sickly
green color of the Curse seemed to flow all around Draco and he dropped to the
ground.
“Draco!”
Hermione screamed as Lucius turned his wand on her and cast the same curse,
laughing as she, too, went down.
Then
Harry, Severus, Ron and The Weasley boys
were all there, casting hexes, curses and charms, trying anything to subdue the
evil man before he could really hurt someone.
I
can’t believe they haven’t taken him out yet, thought Draco to his wife.
I
can. The bride thought back.
Then
Hermione jumped up from her prone position, training her wand on the Death
Eater. “Lucius!” her voice rang out.
Mya!
What are you doing?! Four voices rang out in her head.
Exercising my right. Was her only reply as Lucius
turned in amazement to see her back on her feet.
“Give
my regards to Tom Riddle when you see him in Hades!” she screeched at the elder
Malfoy. “Avada Kedavra!”
And
Lucius Malfoy, dead, cold and gone from this world, dropped to the ground, face
frozen in shock.
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