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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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"Your ghosts are real
I feel them in my lungs
Breathe them in and out as I
Breathe you in and out as I'm...
Resting on your bones
Bowing to your throne"
~"Anachronism" by Crywolf
Anachronism: an act of attributing a custom, event, or object to a period to which it does not belong.
"Hello, Bolt," Dean Thomas took a seat across from the bound ex-Auror, a pleasant tone in his voice. He kicked back in his chair, gliding a friendly smile across his handsome features. Dean never enjoyed the 'bad cop' routine so many of his fellow Aurors used (cough, Draco, cough.) He found he caught more Pygmy Puffs with honey than vinegar… well… not really. Pygmy puffs much preferred ear wax and boogies... oh, that's right. It was flies one caught with honey. "Let's have a chat."
"I have nothing to say to you."
"Well, you're a ray of sunshine…"
Bolt's eyes flickered with resentment as they caught with Dean's. "Whatever you're going to do, get it over with."
"In a hurry?" he enjoyed the agitated glare sent his way in return. "Ah, so you don't expect anyone's coming for you, then. -Shame. I suppose you're not that important on the food chain." Next, he clicked his tongue. "Shame, shame, shame."
"What are you doing?"
"Hmm?"
"You're not asking me any questions. Is this an interrogation, or isn't it?"
"This is a chat -as I've said." Dean stowed his wand inside his robes and rubbed his hands together. "Auror Jameson tells me you work for the White Wolf." He waited for a response, and when he didn't receive one, he took a new approach. "I read your file. Second ranked in your training, behind Theodore. Impressive. You show a quick knowledge of wand magic, as well as illusion charms. It's how you faked your death, I'm guessing." There was a twitch in Bolt's eyebrow -small, subtle, but it gave her away. "Oh, come on. Don't give me that look. It's rather easy to figure it out, once you shift all the pieces together. So, Abraxas Malfoy comes to you. Claims you're a descendent of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, and you just jump on the bandwagon, no questions asked. In exchange, he gathers important intel from the Ministry, particularly his grandson, and you get a guarantee to gain your parents back." He clapped his hands together. "How am I doing so far? Sum it up alright?"
She fell perfectly into his trap. "I'm not a spy."
"Seems like it. Grey kitten running about in the Ministry, leaving your dirty paws all over the confidential list of potential Death Eater marks, as well as their families."
"You honestly think that's what I was doing? You're a bigger dolt than Auror Malfoy ever led on." A simple huff, and Lindy wore down. "Look, just because I work for the White Wolf doesn't mean he has his mitts on me completely. I was using that information to help the Ministry, not him."
"Care to elaborate?"
Lindy cocked her head to the side, jutting out her chin. "If I tell you, I want a full pardon from the Ministry for my crimes."
"Not gonna happen," Dean shook his head. "You're lucky if they destroy your wand and send you to Azkaban."
"Well, I'm not talking unless I have immunities."
"You're talking, whether you like it or not."
"Says who?"
"Says your caring for Auror Jameson." Dean scratched the tip of his nose, aware he was about to hit a very tender spot for her. It was a long shot, but he had to try. He ignored the vicious glare he received in return and continued, "Don't think I can't see the way you look at him. How long?"
"What?"
"How long have you been in love with him?"
Lindy raged forward, jerking against her bindings and cuffs. "You don't know what you're talking about."
"Says the woman who passionately looks like she wants to murder me for even suggesting you have feelings for the man. I might not be sharp like Auror Granger, or intimidating like Auror Malfoy, but if there's one thing I'm good at, it's reading people. My gut speaks, and I listen." He leaned forward, folding his hands. "So, if you really care about Theodore, you'll tell me what's going on. You wrote your fate the moment you sided with Abraxas. But you can make this right for Jameson."
A thin line of tears hung off the bottom of Bolt's blonde eyelashes, threatening to spill. She clenched her jaw, struggled against the restraints a few more times and then gave a heavy sigh. "You've got it all wrong."
"That so?"
"Don't sound so smug!" she snapped. "I came here to warn him."
"Warn him? You attacked him in the hallway."
"Yes, well that's because…" Lindy bit down on her lip, suddenly quiet. "I panicked when I saw him. I thought changing into Astoria Greengrass would be a viable choice. But the way he looked at me when I did... It was the way I always wished he would." One lonely tear dripped down her cheek. "Why am I even telling you this?"
"Beats me," Dean shrugged. "So, you attacked him out of jealousy for Astoria?"
"You wouldn't understand."
"Try me."
Lindy gave an exasperated sigh. "He's never noticed me. Not once that way. I thought I was fine with it. I even have a boyfriend, but when Theodore looked at me that way-"
"-it all hit you full force."
"Something like that." In a sweep of movements, Lindy wiped her cheek on her shoulder, clearing her tears.
"What did you come here to warn him about?"
The young Auror looked in battle with herself as her eyes fell to the floor, and she shuffled her feet beneath her chair. Quickly, Dean reached into his pockets, produced his timepiece, and noted the time.
Three… two… one…
"Abraxas is coming."
Dean's eyes shifted up to hers. "What do you mean he's coming? Coming here? And you didn't think to lead with that?"
"Of course not. I have an unbreakable vow to adhere to, after all."
Uh oh. Dean had the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he asked, "Unbreakable vow?"
Suddenly, there was a rumbling under the foundation: one that shook the entirety of the Manor. Lindy's glum expression only saddened, and she closed her eyes. "It's done."
"Done. What's done? Bolt. What the Hell does that mean?"
"The Lord of the house has returned."
When Theodore's teacup clamored to the floor, he and Astoria exchanged glances with one another.
"That can't be good," she said.
"Grab Scorpius. Do you remember the emergency plan?"
"I'm much more useful with a wand than you think."
"Of that I have no doubt." The candles around began to flicker as a thick gust of magical wind swept through the dining area. Theodore retrieved his wand at once, standing from the table. "Go. I'll be right behind you."
Astoria nodded, fishing out her wand as she set off towards the staircase. Theodore began to cast spell after spell, attempting to replace the wards suddenly stripped from the household. Each and every spell sluffed off like water-based paint to plastic, refusing to adhere. A roar erupted from the floo down the hallway, and Theodore fell silent, wand at the ready. Carefully, he placed a wordless silencing charm on his shoes, approached the hallway, and peered around the corner. At the end of the long corridor, in front of the guest floo, stood a long, pale figure dressed in all white robes. Two hooded cronies stood on either side. One was tall and carried a bow, and the other was short and slight. No doubt, these were the two described from Auror Malfoy's debriefing.
"Bruno," said the man in white, "Go find our dear Lindy, would you? Dessy, make a run of the house and tell me how many are present at the moment."
The archer, dressed in his darkest onyx robes, nodded once. "Of course, Master Malfoy." And with that, the man with the bow took down the left hallway, while the smaller crony giggled and leapt into the air -when she landed, she touched down as a small, wispy fox with red-orange fur, moving to the hallway at the right. The man in white smirked beneath his hood and took down the straight hallway, directly in Theodore's direction.
The young Auror wasted no time, backing into the dining hall and casting disillusion charms as quick as he could. Thinking fast, he even managed to mask his scent before the man stepped in through the archway and approached the long, rectangular dining table. Theodore pressed himself as tight to the wall as he could, assessing the situation. If he acted too soon, he would run the risk of giving himself away without knowing full well what he was dealing with. Waiting was best -for now.
"Odd…" said the man in white. "I know you're here, and yet I can't sense you. What a talent with magic you have." He turned slowly in a circle, eyeing each nook and cranny of the room. "Masculine. A hint of fear, but not enough. You're brave. A brave man has no need to fear me. I admire such valor." There was a shrug. "But, alas. I fear you're intelligent as well, as that tends to go hand in hand with courage. You won't make yourself known so easily, and so…" He walked over to the teacup on the edge of the table, picked it up, and looked it over. "Unless you plan on cleaning up the blood afterward, I implore you to come forth now." He tossed the cup over his shoulder, shattering it. Then, he produced his wand and conjured the broken pieces into a small air funnel in the center of the room.
Bollocks, Theodore thought to himself. He tried his best to tip toe across the room, toward the entrance to the hallway. But then, just as he nearly made it, the pieces of the cup dispersed in every direction. He didn't have time to shout out a protection spell. A stinging sensation swiped across his cheek, and the man sniffed the air, thoroughly satisfied. He whipped his head around, removed the hood, and smirked. "Ah, there you are," Abraxas looked directly at Theodore through the glamours. "Well, come on. Don't be shy. I don't bite... much."
Draco paced the bedroom of The White Wyvern, arms tucked behind his back. Diggle stood in the corner, arms crossed, eying Draco as he moved. His foot tapped impatiently, glancing over at the Grey Book every few minutes.
"We could join them, you know."
"Don't start that again."
"Start what? Suggesting we do something besides sit here with our tail between our legs? Pardon my French, but shit's hit the fan, Malfoy. We don't have much of an advantage anymore."
"We don't know they're in trouble…"
"We don't know they aren't."
"And if we go and muck it all up? You'd rather take that chance? -Don't pretend this is anything but an attempt to get your hands on The Gray. I'm no dolt."
"Indeed, you aren't," Diggle stepped forward, out of the shadows. "But neither am I. My life is, quite literally, dependent on yours. If something happens to your boy, you could lose the will to fight for yourself and everything you believe in. If that happens, I'm a stationary duck in hunting season."
"Self-preserving arsehole."
"Self-righteous git. You know I'm right."
Draco felt the frustration build within him, and he nearly punched the wall next to him. The thought of pain held him back. Instead, he ran his fingers through his hair, gripping the strands by the roots. "What do you suggest? Just fall in, wands blazing?"
"I suggest we formulate a plan. One with strategy." Diggle offered out a hand, surprising the young Malfoy. "What do you say? At least hear me out."
Eyeing Diggle's hand, Draco's chest tightened. "Trusting you is like sticking my hand in an electric eel tank."
"Yes, well, siding with you goes against every moral principle I stand for, but here we are."
"Moral principles?"
"Look, do we have a deal or not?"
"No. We should have faith in the plan."
Exasperated, Diggle retreated his hand back, ran it down his face, and pinched the bridge of his nose. "You're going to get everyone we know killed. For once, this is the perfect time for you to think like the villain you've always been toeing the line to avoid becoming. Do you honestly believe your grandfather -who has a thick hatred of all things Death Eater and muggle, is really going to let you join his ranks? Think about it. You're no more than a pawn to him, as he was to me. Once you're through with your vows, he will not honor your agreement."
Draco opened his mouth to argue the point, but his thoughts fell on his father, and he fell silent. Draco's grandfather managed to take his own son's powers away for bringing dishonor to the family name. Something in Diggle's words rang true. Draco was an Ex-Death Eater with a newly proclaimed adoration for muggleborns. In Abraxas's new world, there would be no room for his grandson, no matter what promises he claimed. But Scorpius -the son of two Sacred Twenty-Eight members – he would make a perfect addition to Abraxas's pureblood order. He was fooling himself if he thought he would remain safe after the delivery of Greg Diggle.
"So, what do you propose we do?"
Diggle's eyes scanned over the book on the dresser. "We ask The Gray for help." At Draco's glare, he added, "Yes. I want the magic. But to keep us safe. Your boy needs you, Malfoy. Are you really going to deny me The Gray simply to keep me away from it, knowing the consequences?"
"You sound like a druggy with a fix."
"One taste of The Gray, and I believe you'd understand why. I'm impressed Miss Granger is able to keep such self-control -but that's beside the point. You're going to need me -full force. Full powers. Especially if Abraxas manages to get his hands on The Gray before we take him down."
Draco tapped his foot, theatrically sighing. "I can't give you the weapon you used to kill Weasley with. Hermione would murder me on the spot."
Diggle crossed his arms. "Either way, you'll be attending your own funeral."
He didn't want to admit it, but Diggle was right. He trusted Hermione -more than anything, but he couldn't trust his grandfather. And if there was any way Abraxas was preparing an attack on Scorpius, Astoria, or anyone in his home, he didn't feel right sitting idly by and waiting for the proper channels.
"Alright, Diggle. You're on. But any funny business -any at all-"
"-You have not only my word, Draco, but Bastian Cane's as well." Diggle smirked. "And we both know Cane is a man of his word."
Draco retrieved the Gray Book from its stasis charm on the dresser and felt the magic burn under his fingertips. It jumped and twisted, excited at the new prospect of being called upon. At the same time, he reached over and snatched up the Resurrection Stone; the Gray Magic swept through Draco's arm like a current, over his chest, and to his other hand where the stone resided. In a strange burst of light, Draco stared around at the once empty room, now full of distant memories.
Crabbe. His cousin, Ilene, who had died of dragon pox as a young child. Professor Lupin. His aunt, Bella. That annoying Lavender Brown from school. Colin Creevey. His grandmother, Winifred, was also there, standing alongside someone Draco thought he would never set eyes on again. Black, stern eyes met Draco's in a rush, and his heart plummeted. "Professor Snape."
"Malfoy," said Severus with a curt nod. "Do wipe the sniveling expression from your face, boy. I'm dead, not a banshee."
Draco cleared his throat, seeing Diggle's knowing glance as he stared in what he saw was an otherwise vacant room. Feet carried Draco to the center of the space, and he spun around, looking every one of them in the eye. "How is this possible? I didn't care for half of you."
"It's The Gray," Diggle answered, pulling Draco's attention to him. "Amplifies magic, remember? Deep down inside, you must have felt guilt for each one of these deaths."
"He's right, you know." A soft, elderly voice called from the very back. The crowd of translucent figures parted, revealing a silver haired wizard with crisp, blue eyes that twinkled in the candlelight. He wore a set of lengthy grey robes which matched his beard. The wizard bowed his head once in acknowledgement, taking a step forward. "Hello, young Draco. It has been quite a time since we spoke, hasn't it?"
"P-Professor Dumbledore." With the book in one hand and the stone in the other, Draco walked through the parted crowd and stood eye to eye with his Headmaster. He wasn't entirely sure what to say, if there was anything to say. A bit too eager, he blurted out, "I… that night in the Astronomy tower-"
Dumbledore raised his hand, silencing the wizard. "-Water under the bridge, Mister Malfoy. I assure you."
Draco shook his head. "It hasn't been for me." Admitting his mistakes was entirely too real in this moment, and he didn't know how to proceed. But he knew, if there was ever a time, it would have to be now. He bowed his head in shame, catching eyes with Severus. "Th-Thank you. The both of you…"
"Water. Bridge." Dumbledore smiled thoughtfully. "My, but you've matured in your adulthood, haven't you, Draco? An Auror of the Ministry, set to wed Miss Granger."
Ah, there was that nagging guilt again. As if sparked from it, a new voice rang out amongst the crowd. One with a rare timbre Draco knew all too well. "I can't say it's the best thing I've heard since my death."
Draco's head shot up, and he spun around to stare down the one who made him feel guiltiest of all. Despite his instinctual urge to tuck tail and run, Draco forced a cunning smirk on his thin lips and quirked an arrogant eyebrow. "Red hair. Unsavory urge to nag at my conscience. You must be a Weasley."
Ron Weasley folded his arms over his chest, a smile weighted with a heavy burden falling across his features. "Hello, Malfoy. Been enjoying your time with my girl, have you?"
Harry and Hermione landed with a POP outside of the Malfoy Manor gates. The hedges surrounding the gates loomed in perpetual danger, and Hermione could, quite literally, feel a new sort of magic surrounding the edges of the estate. With a firm tug to Harry's arm, she caught him before he reached for his wand, shaking her head. "Can you feel it?"
"Feel? Feel what?" Harry turned his head this way and that.
"New warding. Different than the last." She pushed her hand out and felt the sudden urge to vomit. "Dark magic."
"Can you push through it?"
"It will take time. This isn't a spell. This is some sort of dark object."
"It's a Dragon's Scale Pendant, used for keeping those with magic in and those outside out." Lucius Malfoy stepped out from behind the hedges, on the other side of the gate. "My father's personal favorite use of magical objects."
"Highly illegal," Harry noted.
"Indeed, which is why it was kept under lock and key."
"He's in there, isn't he?"
"Yes."
"Will you help us?" asked Hermione.
Lucius strolled straight up to the gate, peering through the metal bars. "For family, Miss Granger, I would do anything. -And seeing as how I have no magic coursing through my bones…" He pulled out a small key, fished it into the lock, turned it, and yanked on the gate's frame. The passage swung open, and the magic shimmered. Hermione grabbed Harry's hand, forced a shield made of Gray Magic around them, and stepped inside.
"Thank you," she said to Lucius.
"Do not thank me. Save my family," Lucius gave a cold smirk. "Go."
I promise to reply to reviews next chapter. Jet lag has my stomach all twisty today. ALSO, Don't forget to check out The Jameson Chronicles, following our sweet Theodore! Out now! Just look on my author's page! I'd love to hear your thoughts. The story will be broken up into 5 chapters, ending with Theodore's first day in Auror Training. Hope you enjoy!
Also, a big shout out to Vicky. You're a strong woman, and the next chapter in your book has only just begun. ;D
Much love
A.
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