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How To Train Your Auror 2: Family Ties	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7990 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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This chapter is a little shorter than normal, but the next one will more than make up for it. I will also be writing a oneshot spin off about Theodore Jameson's past. I hope to have this up very soon, so be on the lookout! Also, Sam Wallflower has requested a Christmas story of Draco, Hermione, and Scorpius and their first Christmas together between HTTYA1&2. So, be on the lookout for that soon as well! Follow me on facebook to be updated on new chapters, sneak peeks, and fun tidbits!
Thank you to waymay for the edits and the friendship. Thursday can't come quick enough. Can't wait to see you again, as well as experience our Harry Potter World experience!
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Did you have to do this? I was thinking that you could be trusted
Did you have to ruin what was shiny? Now it's all rusted
Did you have to hit me, where I'm weak? Baby, I couldn't breathe
And rub it in so deep, salt in the wound like you're laughing right at me
Oh, it's so sad to think about the good times, you and I
'Cause, baby, now we got bad blood
"Bad Blood" by Taylor Swift
(Sam Tsui a capella version is best)
"Do you remember the day we met, Theodore?" Lindy's blue eyes glimmered in remembrance.
"Of course," he whispered back, straightening his posture in the chair across from her, hand clenched tight around his wand. "Under that bridge in Glasgow. My family had just returned from our stay overseas… I was five."
"So was I. Do you remember what you said to me? Back then?"
"I thought you had silly boots," his eyebrows furrowed. "I can't even remember why they were silly. Were there dolphins on them?"
"Whales."
"Ah."
"You said you'd never seen the snow before."
"My family traveled quite a lot," Theodore clarified. "My mother was a theoretical alchemist. My father was a Healer. They looked for ways to cure the sick- muggle or magical. Of course, the Ministry frowned upon their combined practices."
Lindy nodded. "If I recall, your family was in hiding. And I kept your secret."
"You were five. You couldn't understand the parameters of what such a secret was."
"Even still, I didn't tell- not a soul that I met you that day."
Theodore's eyes glistened in the dimly lit dungeons, and he clenched his wand tighter. "Which is why I'm extending this common courtesy to you, Lindy. I need you to tell me what is going on with you. This isn't the girl I knew back in Hogwarts."
"That girl was unsure of herself. She didn't have a clue in the world how life actually worked. Being a Bolt… it was dull. Lackluster. Tedious."
"Being a Bolt was the best thing that could have happened to you," Theodore muttered, jaw set tense. "All these years, and I had no idea you were a Travers."
"... For the longest time, neither did I." Her demeanor shifted, and Lindy leaned forward in her chair. A disheartened look spread across her pretty face. "You have no idea what the Ministry did to me."
"... Are you implying the Ministry modified your memories?"
"I'm not implying. I'm saying it straight on." Lindy's eyes danced with furocity. "I don't remember them, Theodore. My parents. Every memory I have, since the beginning of my life, has the Bolts plastered on like a poorly constructed craft project."
Theodore shook his head. "No. The Ministry wouldn't-"
"-They would. They did. -Of course, I had no clue. Not until Abraxas appeared to me. Explained my gifts were because of my true nature."
"And so you'd abandon everything? Just like that?"
"Just like that," she confirmed. "It wasn't just because of my modified memory. That I might be able to forgive -children adopted because of the War tend to be scarred. It's why we all became Aurors, isn't it? We've all lost someone close to us. Someone we can't replace. You told me as much our first day of training."
Theodore sat quietly, knowing full well she was right. "I became an Auror because of Professor Longbottom," he tried to reason. "He told me there were ways of defending the ones we loved without the need for brute force."
"What is the Auror Division if not a stronghold of brute force?"
"It's a shield."
"It's a weapon," Lindy snapped. "An Auror took my memories away from me, Theodore. Not a Healer. Not a Memory Modifier. An Auror. Because he was in search of my uncle and found my parents instead. He tortured them for information. Right in front of me. And when he was through… Well, they were never themselves again." A sickening silence fell over the room.
Theodore swallowed audibly. "They were killed in battle. It says so in the adoption records."
"Lies."
"Then what's the truth?"
"They live. Their minds are mushy soup, but they live, in the Janus Thickey Ward. The same Ward where your dear mother resides, if I recall."
"Enough." Theodore stood up from his chair. "I've had enough of your lies, Bolt. I'll have Auror Thomas round up some Veritaserum."
"By all means. You'll be disappointed, however, when you've realized you've wasted time hunting down a lie that is, obviously, the truth."
"So why tell me any of it? What could you possibly have to gain by spilling these secrets to the Auror who has bested you?"
"I'm not talking to Auror Jameson. I'm talking to Theodore. The boy one year my senior. A fellow Hufflepuff. My friend." With a precise smile, Lindy scooted forward in her chair, tilting her head to the side. "We can heal her, Theo. We can fix your mother."
Theodore scoffed at the idea. "Impossible."
"It isn't. Auror Malfoy is hand delivering him the tools to make it happen. Haven't you wondered how the former Auror Diggle nearly took over the entire Ministry of Magic? Whatever this power is, it's strong. And formidable."
"You'd work side by side with a mad man to obtain it?"
"I'd do anything to restore what was taken from me." She narrowed her eyes. "Wouldn't you give anything to bring your mother's mind back?"
"There are limits, Lindy."
"Of course there are," she sneered. "But Abraxas will use the Gray to cure my parents. I have to believe it. And if you let me go now, we could be heroes."
"Turning our backs on the Ministry to do so wouldn't constitute us as heroes."
"The Ministry would seek to hide Gray Magic once again. They don't see its potential! Sometimes you have to do a bit of bad in order to do a whole lot of good. Even Abraxas knows that."
"How long has he had his claws in you?" Theodore asked in wonder.
Lindy purposefully ignored him, persuading, "If you let me go right now, Theodore, when this is all through, I promise to help your mother,."
Theodore strolled forward, directly in front of Lindy, leaned his face close to hers, and said, in his darkest tone, "I don't know what happened to the little girl, I once knew, in Glasgow. I hope she returns to us, one day. But the woman before me now is a pale comparison of the Lindy Bolt I knew in Auror training. I will never side with Abraxas, nor will I never turn my back on the Ministry." He straightened his posture and walked to the staircase.
"What would your mother say, Theodore, if she knew you were turning your back on her?"
He paused, his back to Bolt. "She would be proud of the man I've become. She would tell me to keep moving forward and never make deals with the Devil."
"Theodore. Theodore, don't you walk away from me! Get back here! Release me! This is my only chance, Theodore! My only chance to save my parents!"
"Auror Thomas will be down soon. Do show him some respect."
Hermione, awoke in the middle of the night to find herself tucked between Draco's arm and chest, snuggled next to him on the stiff bed of the Inn. She didn't remember falling asleep, but she must have. The darkness of the room was only illuminated by a small candle burning in the corner of the room, next to a forlorn looking Gregory Diggle rooted in a chair, waving his hand over the flame to make it grown and douse in size at his leisure. Hermione stirred, careful not to wake Draco as she caught eyes with Diggle, who gave a sideways smirk and nodded his head in acknowledgement.
"Your magic's at full strength again, isn't it?" she asked quietly, side shifting off the bed.
"Oh, Hermione. It never left." Diggle's eyes danced in amusement at her surprise.
"Why haven't you-"
"-Attempted to escape? To be honest with you, I didn't see a point in all of it. I knew wherever Draco Malfoy would go, you would soon follow."
"So you stayed for me? That's not as flattering as you think."
"Oh, I'm aware." He gave a low chuckle.
"Where's Harry?"
"Downstairs. He received a few interesting texts a short while ago in reference to Auror Bolt." He shrugged. "It's interesting, knowing the woman I could have fallen in love with in another life is working for the man who wants me dead. Ironic, wouldn't you say?"
Hermione crossed her arms. "You made your choices in life."
"I did. As did you."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Whatever you'd like it to mean. -Pay no attention to me, Miss Granger. I'm a bitter man trying to grasp what little sanity I do have in order to formulate a plan to keep your precious Draco, and thus myself, alive."
"I'm sure you'll think of something."
"Indeed, I already have. Unfortunately, the cavalry sees fit to keep me from it." His eyes trailed over to the dresser, and more importantly, to the Gray book.
Hermione gave a chirpy laugh. "You're daft if you think we'd let you anywhere near it."
"Yes, your charming counterparts said as much. -But you and I both know I'm not entirely off my rocker." He waved his fingertips over the flames and shifted them into a silhouette: one that fittingly resembled Draco. "What happened to your husband was my fault. I take full responsibility for my loss of sanity. But if you let Draco Malfoy walk in with that Gray Magic, with his emotions every which way they are," the flame flickered blue, then green, then black, then gold again, "the Gray will react accordingly. If he feels weak, it will become weak. It's a mirror magic, reflecting only what's already inside of us." The flames flickered in and out, and the silhouette fell to its knees. "Draco Malfoy will fail, should he try to wield the magic. He's too kind for it, but not kind enough to convince it, as you do. Abraxas most likely already expects a rebellion from his grandson. It's simply a Malfoy's way, being paranoid. He will expect an attack from him. He will expect Harry's involvement. This plan will fail."
Hermione's heart deflated, but she refused to let Diggle's words soak in. "This plan has been ran through with a fine tooth comb."
"Has it?" Diggle raised an eyebrow. "Does no one think it interesting that such a bright, capable witch such as Auror Bolt would reveal herself to Auror Jameson after getting away with her own murder? What would she have to gain from it?"
She thought it over. "You're saying Bolt wanted to be caught. Why?"
"It's what I would do." Diggle shrugged.
"And you wonder why none of us would trust you with The Gray."
"I don't wonder. But I also know you can't win without me. -Allow me to offer you this thought as a peace offering: Lindy Bolt is, most likely, a distraction for something bigger."
Hermione's mind set to work, and she whittled a response in a matter of moments. "An insurance plan to ensure Draco cooperated."
"And what does Draco Malfoy care about more than life itself?"
"Oh God." Hermione clamped her hand over her mouth. "Scorpius." She ran to the edge of the bed, shaking Draco awake. "Draco! Draco, wake up, damn it!"
"Hmm? Wah?" Draco raised his tired head, groggily sitting upright. "What's going on?"
"Get up. Get up! Get up! Scorpius is in trouble!"
A fierce look spread across the father's features like wildfire, and he flung himself out of bed at once. "What the bloody Hell do you mean Scorp's in trouble?"
"No time. Grab the book!" She grabbed Diggle up by the scruff of his robes and yanked him to his feet. "You too! Up!"
With lightning speed, she tore out the door, down the stairs, all the while tugging Diggle with her. Harry lay sprawled across a booth, dozing off with his head on his robes as a pillow. Hermione saw Draco tear down the staircase as she shook Harry awake with a firm shove to his legs.
"Huh?" Harry frowned, prying his eyes open. "Mione, what-"
"Abraxas is using Lindy as a distraction. We need to get to the Malfoy Manor -now."
"Distraction? What? Where is this coming from?" He pulled himself out of the booth, slipping his robes back over his muggle clothes.
"Think about it," Diggle interjected, coming to stand next to Hermione. "I've been mulling over the last hour why someone would so blatantly make themselves known to an Auror. Especially after going through the trouble of making themselves disappear. It's no coincidence Bolt is there."
"The Wards-"
"-Could be stripped, given time. And what better way-"
"-Than a distraction," Draco finished, coming to stand in the circle. In his hands, he held the book and the stone. He looked furious, but determined. "They're right, Potter."
"Alright." Harry nodded. "So we check it out. But you're not going." He pointed to Draco decidedly.
"Excuse me? Why the fuck not?"
"If you show up, and Abraxas has one of his spies around the facility, he'll know you're on our side. There's no way we're risking that."
"It's my son."
"And this could all be some paranoid delusion from a psychopath!" Harry exclaimed, gesturing to Diggle. "Exhibit A!"
"Wonderful... " Diggle muttered.
"We'll go." Hermione said, looking to Harry. "You and I. -Hand me the book, Draco."
"Hermione-"
"Give her the book, Malfoy," said Harry sternly. "That's an order."
Draco looked pained, and above all else anxious, but he finally sighed, offering it out to her. "Please. Be careful."
Hermione nodded, extending her hand for the Gray. The closer her fingertips drew to the tome, the heavier the pulse radiated from it. Her heart rate elevated as she wrapped her fingers around the spine and pulled it to her. A familiar energy purred in sync with her own magic, begging it to come out and play. "No time for formalities," she whispered, thrusting out her hand to Draco. "Cut me."
Draco withdrew his wand from his hip and ran the tip over her thumb, whispering, "Diffindo." A fresh cut appeared across her fingerpad, and Hermione opened the book, pressing her thumb onto the first page. Her blood soaked into the pages, and words appeared in front of her only she could read.
'What have you?'
Hermione released an anxious breath she wasn't aware she had been holding and said, "I recall you liked a bit of love."
The words faded into the book, and it was silent for a moment. Then…
'The Gray accepts. Hello, Hermione.'
The magic didn't seep into her like the last time; it, instead, burst from the book in a pulse of raw magic and clamped tight to her soul, painful and numbing all at once. Hermione gasped, taken aback by the suddenness of it all, but then it hummed along her bones like an amplifier, vibrating her magic to her core. With a firm slam, she shut the book and passed it back to Draco. "Right. We'll be back soon."
"I should go," he insisted. "I can't sit here knowing my son is in danger."
"You'll put him in far more danger if you leave with us," said Harry, snatching up his invisibility cloak from the booth. If you don't hear from us within an hour, wait longer. By six A.M. this morning, the illusion spells will have faded in Azkaban, and you'll both be wanted men. You can't run the risk of someone spotting you leaving."
"I promise. I won't let anything happen to Scorpius," Hermione whispered, placing a hand on Draco's cheek.
"Go," he said, and then he kissed her. His lips were dry, and the pressure of his lips was firmer than normal, but Hermione didn't care. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tight, despite Diggle's audible scoff. Harry put a hand on Hermione's shoulder, and she pulled away, nodding once in confirmation to Draco.
"I love you."
"I love you, too. Be careful."
Harry and Hermione set off to the door, wrapping the invisibility cloak around them. The air was cold as they pushed the door open, biting at their heels. Her newly amplified magic could feel the wards around the Inn, just as she felt the pressure squeeze them as they pushed through the barriers and into Knockturn Alley.
"Ready?" asked Hermione beneath the cloak. Harry removed his wand from its holster and nodded. Together, they Disapparated on the spot, the Malfoy Manor's gate in their mind's eye.
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