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Hidden Family	By : vinsmouse Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > General - Misc Views: 17507 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter XVII
2nd August, 1992

Malfoy Manor
“Are you sure about this Lucius?” Narcissa asked uncertainly. Though she had agreed to his plan, as a proper wife should, she wasn’t convinced it was the best course for them.
Lucius sighed as he placed a small black book inside his robe. “We can’t continue to follow the Dark Lord, should he return.”
“I agree, but to ask the Goblins for help?” Narcissa sniffed disdainfully.
“I don’t care for the idea myself but I can’t very well go to the Ministry for help. Amelia Bones would welcome the excuse to incarcerate me in Azkaban.”
“But it’s only an empty diary.”
Lucius shook his head. “You know better Narcissa,” he admonished. They had both examined the small book and though they didn’t know what it was there was no doubt it was dark. Honestly they had known when the Dark Lord entrusted it to Lucius that it must be dark as well as clearly being of great importance to the man.
In the years following the Dark Lord’s defeat the Malfoys had honestly rethought their beliefs. While they didn’t believe muggleborns should be granted the same rights as purebloods neither could understand how killing them would improve their world. Worse, in their eyes, the Dark Lord had taken to killing purebloods as well. Then there were the punishments meted out to his followers. Really what sort of leader torturers his followers simply for delivering unpleasant news? Clearly the man had lost his sanity. Any who continued to follow him now could only be considered mad themselves.
The fact that their son had become friends with a muggleborn girl had sealed their change of heart. They had been surprised when Draco ended in Ravenclaw where he then proceeded to become friends with the aforementioned muggleborn as well as Harry Potter. Draco insisted the Granger girl was nothing like most muggleborns. She had apparently been studying for some time with Potter before attending Hogwarts. The results of this studying were clear in the way the girl behaved and her curiosity about Wizarding life; whereas most muggleborns seemed intent on changing the world they found themselves in, she was content to learn about it. Perhaps if more would learn the ways of the Wizarding world and strive to adapt to it rather than destroying their traditions purebloods wouldn’t find them so distasteful.
“I will take Draco to the Alley for his shopping,” Lucius said.
“And take that book to the Goblins while you’re there?’
“Yes,” he confirmed. “I hope they can determine what it is and if not destroy it at least contain it.” Leaning down he brushed a soft kiss across his wife’s lips. “Don’t worry Narcissa I will keep our family safe.”
Narcissa watched him leave the room. “I hope so,” she whispered.

2nd August, 1992

Diagon Alley
Striding purposefully Lucius led his son towards Gringotts. He intended to deal with the diary first, not wanting it on his person any longer than necessary. Lucius frowned as they neared Flourish and Blotts. He’d never seen such a crowd before, not even when the majority of Hogwarts students were here to purchase their books. What could be happening?
“Harry, Hermione,” Draco called as he spotted his friends.
“Draco,” Lucius admonished.
“Sorry Father,” the boy apologized. He knew better than to yell in the alley like a common wizard.
“Hello Draco, Lord Malfoy,” Harry greeted the two. Though he had been introduced to the older man before neither Hermione or Harry’s grandfather had met the man. In short order Harry made the introductions.
“Would you care to accompany us?” Harry asked his friend.
Draco looked up at Lucius. “May I Father?”
“I do have to visit the bank,” Lucius considered the proposal. It would simplify his errand. He hadn’t, after all, wanted Draco to become aware of the diary. “If Harry’s grandfather doesn’t mind I suppose it would be alright.”
“It’s quite alright Lord Malfoy,” Ginger quickly confirmed. He had heard all about Draco from Harry and Hermione; he had found nothing objectionable in the lad.
“Very well,” Lucius gave permission. “Meet me at the bank in an hour.”
“Yes sir,” Draco said.
Lucius smiled as he watched his son disappear into the crowd with his friends. Turning away he once more set out for the bank. He had only taken a few steps when he was brought up short by the sound of a detestable voice.
“It’s terrible the way some parents use their children. But then what could you expect from a Death Eater?”
Lucius turned to face the patriarch of the Weasley family. “Would you care to repeat that Weasley?” he sneered.
“You don’t frighten me Malfoy.”
“The more fool you,” Lucius snarked.
“Fool am I?” Arthur bristled. “At least I don’t use my children to bolster my reputation.”
“Meaning?”
“Everybody knows what you’re doing Lucius. You don’t fool anybody.”
Lucius closed the short distance so that he towered over the shorter red haired man. “Be very careful Weasley.”
“Or what? Will you prove yourself a liar who bought his way to freedom?” Arthur challenged. He knew what Malfoy was capable of but he also knew the man didn’t dare attack him lest others realize his denouncing of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was only a ploy. “It’s shameful really. Buying your way to freedom, falsely claiming to be imperioused and now you have your son forging a friendship with Harry Potter. Will you betray the child as your cousin-in-law did the parents?”
Lucius bristled; he wanted nothing more than to curse this fool. He could not, however, not if he was to keep suspicion from his person. With an incoherent snarl he moved to shoulder past the shorter wizard. A fist caught him on the chin, knocking him to the ground. Before he quite knew what was happening Arthur Weasley was atop him and the fight was on. It was a short-lived fight, neither wizard use to physical altercations; both were soon too winded to continue.
Pushing himself to his feet Lucius drew his wand, quickly cleaning his robes. Glancing about he noticed several used books laying on the ground, the Weasley children busily gathering them up. “Perhaps you should concern yourself with increasing your income rather than my son’s friendships,” he sneered. Without another word he moved off towards the bank. It wasn’t until he stepped inside that he realized the diary was missing. Merlin! He must have dropped it during the altercation with Weasley and one of his children had picked it up.
Turning on his heel Malfoy hurried back into the Alley. He searched up and down the length of it but with no luck. The Weasley’s must have already returned to their home. What was he going to do now? He ran a shaking hand through his hair, Merlin he needed a drink!

At Flourish and Blotts Harry and his friends were pushing their way through the crowd. “I don’t remember it being this crowded last year,” Harry commented.
“It wasn’t,” Hermione confirmed.
“I wonder what the occasion is?” Draco mused. “That explains it,” he added as he caught sight of a placard.
“Gilderoy Lockhart,” Harry read. “Who is that?” Harry asked.
“A fraud and a swindler,” Draco sneered. Seeing he had the attention of his friends he explained about the books Lockhart was known for.
“You don’t believe the tales?” Hermione asked.
“You wouldn’t either if you read them,” Draco averred. “Many of the adventures take place at the same time. Even Merlin himself couldn’t be in two places at once.”
Hermione’s scandalized expression soon turned to horror as she saw the list of books on their Hogwarts letter. “Boys did you realize all of our defence books were written by Lockhart?”
“He wouldn’t,” Harry groaned.
“Wouldn’t what?” Draco asked.
“Hire Lockhart for defence,” Harry replied. “Do you suppose it’s revenge over Snape?”
At the end of the last term the children had presented the evidence they had collected during the school year to the Board of Governors. With Draco’s father on the board it hadn’t been difficult to ensure the Governors received every bit of the documentation they had. To increase the likelihood that the board would listen the children had asked several students in every year and house to document Snape’s behaviour in and out of the classroom. By the time the Governors had reviewed the documentation and conducted interviews with many children as well as Snape they had been convinced of the man’s ineptitude as a teacher. He had been summarily dismissed without references. Dumbledore had not been happy.
The question was quickly answered as Lockhart spotted Harry in the crowd. Rushing forward he grabbed the child, pulling him to his side. It happened so fast nobody had a chance to stop him. Before Harry quite knew what was happening Lockhart was announcing his appointment as defence teacher at Hogwarts for the upcoming school year. “As a special treat I am presenting Mr. Potter with a complete set of my books, autographed of course,” he ended his announcement as cameras flashed.
Angry and embarrassed Harry pushed away from the fawning blowhard. “Never come near me again Mr. Lockhart.”
“Now Harry one must share the limelight,” Gilderoy admonished. “But don’t worry I will teach you all you need to know about wielding your fame,” he continued, giving the boy a bright smile. With that he handed the boy a stack of books before turning back to his adoring public.
Ginger finally made his way to his grandson’s side. He had watched the entire thing unfolding but had been unable to get close enough in time to stop the man from accosting Harry. “Alright Harry?” he asked as he joined the children.
Harry gave a short nod. “Could we come back another day to get our supplies Grandfather?”
“I think that might be a good idea lad,” Ginger agreed as he took in the size of the crowd.
Harry turned to his friends. “You don’t mind do you?”
“I don’t mind. It’s too crowded today anyway,” Hermione replied.
“I don’t think I’ll have any trouble convincing Father to return tomorrow,” Draco said. “If he can’t I’m sure Mother can bring me.”
“Let’s get out of here then,” Ginger said. Leading the way he forced a path through the crowd always keeping one eye on the children.
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