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Surprises
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The
soft sounds of a ward finally caught Ginny’s
attention after her breathing returned to normal. She hated the thought of leaving her
husband’s warm embrace; however, there was no knowing just how long the ward
had been sounding. As she started to
move, Draco pulled her closer not wanting to release his lovely wife at this
time.
“Draco,
Leo’s up. I have to go.” She tried to remove his hand from her waist
but he hold tight and protested.
“He
can wait a little longer.” The sound of
a door opening caused him to detach from her, both groaned at the loss. He quickly located his boxers under the
covers and slid them on as Serpens’ hands touched his side of the massive
bed. He kissed Ginny’s cheek, made sure
she was covered then, turned and eyed his small
son.
“I
don’t recall giving you permission to enter my room, young man,” Draco said
sternly.
“Daddy,”
Serpens heaved a sigh in frustration.
“Leo’s been crying forever! Don’t
you think you should do something?!”
Draco
raised a brow at the little boy, who changed his expression before whispering,
“Sorry. I forgot. Leo needs you or Mummy.”
The
blond wizard grabbed his dressing robe.
“I’m on my way.”
The
little boy stared at his father turning up his nose. “You’ll all sweaty.”
Under
the covers, Ginny did her best to control her giggles.
“Mummy!”
the three year old screamed and started for her. Draco snatched the boy placing him on his hip
and started for the nursery. “I want to
see, Mummy. Let me go!”
“Mummy’s still resting, son.”
“No,
she isn’t. I heard her laughing.” Serpens pretended to wipe a tear away from
his eye. “Why are you being so
mean? You took Mummy away and now won’t
let me see her.”
Draco
kissed the boy’s cheek and whispered, “Mummy needs a few private moments. Don’t you want time alone once in a
while?” Serpens nodded. “Good boy, now go have Tipsy dress you for
the day. When you’re dressed, you may
knock on the door, wait for your mother to answer, then
go inside to see her.”
The
three year old ran from the room. Draco
turned to the crib taking delight at the scene.
“Make
the pig face again, Thuban,” Cam said.
“Leo likes that the best.”
Draco
could tell his eldest was using his finger to push up his nose as he made
different pig noises. The baby was the
first to laugh joined quickly by his older brothers. While laughing, Cam bumped into the crib, the
little wizard jumped back shocked when the ward sounded.
“You
woke them up for sure now,” Thuban sighed.
Cam looked as if he wanted to run, however, Thuban grabbed him.
“Stay. If you run, Daddy, will
think you were being bad, not clumsy.”
“It’s
alright, Cammy,” Draco softly said as he approached the boys.
“We
heard Leo crying so, we made him laugh until you or Mummy came.” Thuban walked over and hugged his
father. “Happy
birthday.”
Draco
kissed the boy’s cheek, “Happy birthday to you also. I see you’re dressed for the day.”
The
six year old was wearing robes suitable for a day at the Malfoy offices. “Nan helped me. She even polished my boots. See!”
Cam
hugged Draco’s legs. “Happy
birthday, Daddy. We were trying
to keep Leo quiet so you could sleep longer.”
“Thank
you. I think he needs Mummy, now.” Draco lifted the infant from his crib patting
his bottom. “You need a fresh nappy
first.”
Cam
handed him a clean nappy. “I’ll go get dressed,
now.”
“I’ll
make sure the elves are making our favorites for breakfast,” Thuban added as
both boys left the nursery.
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Thuban
wept into his hands, the Daily Prophet sat next to him.
The sound of his grandparents Apparating into Black Hall did not change
the boy’s
position or his weeping. Narcissa set
the beautifully wrapped gifts on the table and collected the distraught boy
into her arms.
“Thuban
darling, tell Grandmother what has happened?”
“It’s
all my fault. I’m witless. It’s all my fault.” The
young wizard wept into his grandmother’s chest.
“Hush
now. I’m sure
you’re incorrect. Hush now,” Narcissa repeated as she patted the boy’s back.
He
pointed to the paper. “Read. It’s my fault Mummy got hurt.”
Lucius
picked up the paper. The first thing he
saw was a picture of Peter Pettigrew transforming from a rat to a wizard and
back again. The headlines read:
Peter
Pettigrew Found Dead!
Peter Pettigrew died in his
Azkaban cell last night. Pettigrew
provided the Dark Lord with the information that led him to Lilly and James
Potter. This Death Eater murdered
numerous witches, wizards and Muggles.
He was believed to be dead until he was
captured after the kidnapping and attempted murder of Ginevra Malfoy last
month. The young Mrs. Malfoy was near
death when rescued by her family.
For years, we in the
wizarding world believed the Dark Lord killed Harry Potter. However, after his capture Mr. Pettigrew
provided the Ministry with information leading them to the true murderers,
Bellatrix Lestrange and Owen Carrows.
With the death of Pettigrew,
it is unknown if the French Ministry will still turn Carrows over to our
Ministry this morning. What of Bellatrix
Lestrange, will the Bulgarian Ministry free her?
At this time, the cause of
Mr. Pettigrew’s death is unknown.
Lucius
handed the paper to Narcissa and placed his eldest grandson on his lap, hugging
the boy. “Thuban, do not blame yourself
for the actions of others.”
“I
should have known he was wizard, not a rat,” the little wizard replied through
his sobs.
“You
informed your father and me about the rat.
We did not think it was a wizard and we both knew the man.” He wiped away the boy’s tears with his
handkerchief and looked him in the eyes.
“You saved your mother. You told
your uncle about the rat. You reminded
her to owl your father before she went to the Goyle Manor, and you gave her my
coin. Your actions saved her.”
“I didn’t
cause her harm?” Thuban questioned.
“No,
you saved her,” Lucius answered. “Now,
go with your grandmother and check on breakfast please.”
The
older wizard removed the paper from his wife’s hand, tucked it under his arm,
and rushed up the stairs to his son’s sitting room. He rapped impatiently on the door. Draco was tying his tie when he opened
it. Lucius pushed his way inside.
“Really,
Father,” Draco snorted, “what’s…”
The
older wizard hit his son in the chest with the newspaper. “Do you have no sense? How many times must I tell you to keep the
paper away from Thuban until you have read it?”
“Father,
I see no harm…”
“Read
the first story!” Lucius demanded.
Draco
opened the paper. His eyes going over
the same words a number of times before it sunk in. “Bloody hell! Thuban read
this?”
“Yes!”
Lucius hissed. “He was in tears believing
he caused Ginevra harm. Luckily, I was
able to convince him otherwise.”
Ginny
hurried into the room. She was dressed
but she was buttoning Leo’s outfit.
“Draco, what’s wrong?”
Her
husband handed her the paper. After
reading it, she looked at Lucius.
“Thuban read this?”
“He
was distressed, however, I have calmed him for now.”
“We
need to talk with our connections at the Ministry, Father. The Bulgarian’s were already fighting the
return of the Lestranges. I sent men to watch over the three of them
last week.” He looked at his wife. “Ginny, Floo Ron this afternoon and see what
he knows. Love, please didn’t leave
without Owling me and taking a couple of guards with
you,” he pleaded.
“Of
course,” she replied. “I’m going down to
check on Thuban.” She kissed her husband
and left the room.
Once
she was gone, Lucius closed the door.
“We can’t take any more chances Draco.
The Wilsburg guards are best to watch over
your family here but we need Mihailov’s men to
maintain surveillance over your aunt and uncle.
Only Dark wizards will be able to watch them.”
“Father,
I don’t want hit wizards around my family,” Draco ordered.
“I
agree. They will be in Bulgaria.” Lucius patted his son’s back. “Draco, have the elves place the Prophet in
your den from now on.”
Draco
smirked. “Of course, Father.”
“Draco?”
“Yes,
Father.”
“Happy
Birthday, Son”
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Thuban sat at Lucius’ desk writing on a parchment. Lucius stood beside the boy. “You merely need to copy the language of this
contract for the next paragraph.” He
told him. The older wizard’s attention
went to the door when he heard a knock.
His secretary led in a man then left.
“Mr.
Malfoy, I’m sorry to bother you. However
the termination list you sent me this morning may cause us problems with the
Ministry.”
“What
kind of problems, Jacobs?” Lucius inquired flatly, as he reviewed Thuban’s work
on the parchment.
“We
can’t fire Dennison, sir. The Ministry’s
new employment quotas. He’s a Muggleborn,” Jacobs scolded.
“Fire
him and provide the Ministry with his work file. We’re not letting him go because he’s a
Mudblood. He’s incompetent. His mistakes have caused us two thousand
galleons in the last month alone.”
“We’ll
be under quota then, sir,” Jacobs sheepishly stated.
Lucius
paced behind his desk for a moment before smirking. “Fire Dennison, give his file to the Ministry
then go to Hogwarts. Inform Professor
Snape to locate four seventh year Mudbloods and hire them for entry level employment
in the Potion labs.”
“Yes,
sir.” Jacobs walked out of the office and Draco came in.
Thuban
looked at his father. “Daddy, I’m
writing up the contract to present to Uncle Bill… I mean Mr. Weasley from the bank. Is it time for our lunch meeting already?”
“It
sure is, mate. Are you almost done?”
The
boy handed the quill to his grandfather.
“As soon as the company’s president signs it.”
Lucius
quickly signed the parchment and led them to his door. “Draco.
Thuban. I trust you will secure
the funds we need.” The door had just
shut when Mihailov Flooed into the office.
“Mihailov,
sit please.” Lucius poured the Dark
Wizard a fire whiskey, handed it to him then sat behind his desk.
“The
Bulgarians have released Rabastan and Rodolphus. I want your best hit wizards watching
them. If they have the opportunity I
want the Lestrange brothers captured and brought to me alive.”
“Vish to kill them yourself, Lucius?” Mihailov snickered.
“YES!”
Lucius hissed. “And, Mihailov, do not fail me again.”
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“Mummy! Mummy, I’m home,” Thuban loudly announced as
he entered. He hugged her best he could
being careful of his baby brother who lay on a blanket in front of her. He kissed Ginny’s cheek, Leo’s cheek and then
sat next to her.
“How’d
Quidditch go? I would have rather been
there than a boring old tea party,”
Ginny smiled while tickling her eldest son. Draco sat on the floor next to his wife,
placed the babe in his lap and played with his youngest son.
“Quidditch
was the greatest, Mummy. It was better
than getting Felicity, the new jumping saddle, the pirate ship, the new
Quidditch pads and gloves, the new tank for my mudpuppies and everything else I
got this morning. Thanks for letting me
play, Mummy.” The little wizard hugged
her again.
“Randolph
Keitch’s grandson is on Thuban’s team and he’s agreed
to coach, Gin.”
She
gave her husband a surprised look. “The
owner of the Comet Trading Company and co-creator of the Horton-Keitch Braking
Charm?”
“He
played for the Falmouth Falcons a long time ago. He’s over a hundred years old but he doesn’t
look any older than Grandfather,” Thuban added.
Ginny
turned her head to hide her mirth. Draco
shook his. “Son, it’s best if you don’t
compare your grandfather to other wizards.”
“Oh,
he wouldn’t like it. I’ll just tell
Grandfather that Coach Keitch is really fit for his age.”
Draco
nodded at his son. “Good idea.”
“How’d
your day at the office go?” Ginny asked her son.
“It
was the best day! Grandfather let me
write up a contract and I talked Uncle Bill into giving our company a business
loan. I’ll be ready to run the office in
no time,” the little wizard proudly stuck out his chest. “Grandfather says I’m great help and I should
come to the offices more often.”
“Daddy’s
home! Daddy’s home!” Serpens and Cam ran into the parlor and
hugged their father.
“Daddy,
let’s go play on Thuban’s new pirate’s ship.” Cam said merrily.
“We
can attack the castle,” Serpens offered.
Thuban
pulled on his father’s arm. “Let’s go
Daddy, please?”
“Go
to the playroom and plan our attack. I
want to speak with your mother for a short time.”
“It’s
my birthday!” Thuban growled. “I get…”
Draco
gave the boy a meaningful look. “You’ll
get a sore bottom if you address me in that tone again.” He eyed his other sons. “That goes for you two also.”
“Sorry,
Daddy,” came out of each boy’s mouth before they turned and headed for the
playroom.
He
placed the baby in the playpen, helped his wife to her feet and then took her
to the settee for a quick cuddle. “How
was your day, love?”
“Not
as good as yours,” she kissed him and leaned into his embrace. “Draco, why didn’t you tell me about
Diane? It would have saved us a row last
night.”
“What
did you hear at your tea? You didn’t say
anything did you?”
“No,
I didn’t and I’m glad. I would have made
an arse of myself. Why didn’t you tell
me the whole story?” Ginny asked.
“I
tried, you weren’t ready to listen. You
were set in your belief that Greg took advantage of the poor girl and was
forcing her into marriage.”
“I
still feel sad for her. How could her
parents arrange a marriage with a fifty-year-old wizard and allow a binding
ritual? It’s simply medieval!” she
paused. “She slept with Greg to get out
of it?”
“Yes,
she knew the old wizard wouldn’t want her if he couldn’t perform a
binding. She picked Greg because he was
married. She wasn’t looking for a
relationship.”
“But
it found her,” she sighed.
“Maybe. Greg’s not sure.” Ginny gave Draco a startled look. “Greg’s sure about his feelings for
Diane. He loves her, Ginny. He’s not sure about her feelings for him. That’s why the wedding isn’t planned until
December of 2007.”
“Draco,
I was surprised by the number of pureblood families that still believe in
arranged marriages. If we have a
daughter…”
“She
will marry whom she wants,” he guaranteed his wife with a kiss.
Whispers
from the hallway caught the young couple’s attention.
“He
won’t get mad. Just ask him nicely,” Cam
assured his little brother.
“Then
you ask him,” Serpens stammered.
“You’re
more likely to get a yes out of him,” Thuban advised. “Besides if he does get mad at you, I’ll give
you the ten Sugar Quills I have hidden in my room.”
Serpens
walked up to his parents. “Daddy,” he
said just above a whisper. Draco and
Ginny turned to the boy. “Mmm… it’s been
twenty minutes and it’s an hour before dinner.
Will you have time to play with us before dinner? Please.”
Draco
kissed Ginny. “You need time to get
ready for your family?” She nodded. He stood and picked up the little wizard,
“Let’s go, mate,” he whispered in the boy’s ear. “Maybe I should pretend to be upset then
Thuban will have to give you the Sugar Quills.”
“I
heard that,” Thuban chuckled.
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The
sun was setting on the English hillside.
The Malfoy boys played in Thuban’s new pirate ship shooting their
cannons at the Weasley twins, who were inside Serpens’ castle returning the
cannon fire. Ginny sat in a long lounge,
a table in between her and the chairs occupied by Ron and Luna. Draco walked out onto the patio, prompted
Ginny to scoot forward on the lounge and sat behind her. He placed a fire whiskey on the table for Ron
before wrapping an arm around his wife and pulling her back firmly against his
chest.
“According
to my contacts at the Ministry, Pettigrew was likely murdered,” Draco
said.
“That’s
what it looks like, Malfoy. Bloody hell,
he was the most hated wizard in the world.
We’re going to have a ghastly time finding the murderer.” Ron took a drink of his whiskey. “His floor was locked down last night but
somehow the cells weren’t. There are
over two hundred prisoners in that area, both Death Eaters and wizards whose
family members were killed by Death Eaters.
The Prophet didn’t get the whole story.
There were more murders than Pettigrew’s last night.”
“Do
you think it’s a cover up or an inside job?
Was Pettigrew the target?” Ginny asked.
“That’s
the real question isn’t it? I can’t
believe that only Owen Carrows and Bellatrix were behind Harry’s murder. I think we’re still missing one or more
people high up in the Ministry.” He
touched his sister’s hand, “I believe you and the boys are safe from them,
Ginny. Your only worry lies with
Bellatrix.”
Draco
cuddled his wife. “The Bulgarians
released Rabastan and Rodolphus today.
They said there wasn’t enough evidence to hold them. Bellatrix is still in their jail. They want more proof of her guilt in Potter’s
death before returning her to England.
I’m sure Rodolphus will stay in Bulgaria close to her. I have men watching Rabastan.”
“The
Bulgarians won’t give visas to any British Auror but we are watching the
borders. We’ll get them if they leave
the country. The French handed Owen
Carrows over. The Dark Lord’s murders
touched many of their families. They
were happy to be rid of the Death Eater,” Ron informed the group.
Luna
cleared her throat, “Enough about Death Eaters.
Ginny, who’d you have take those photographs of Draco and Thuban? They were adorable. Colin isn’t available on July 1st
to shoot our wedding.”
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“Crucio,” Lucius spat as the green light left his wand and
hit Rabastan Lestrange in the chest. The
black-haired wizard’s body contorted in the chair that held him.
“That
my friend, was for allowing Voldemort to injure my son eight years ago. I should have viewed Draco’s memories of that
evening sooner,” Lucius hissed. “Now, what do your brother and my lovely
sister-in-law have planned?”
“Lucius,
I don’t know,” Rabastan pleaded.
“Crucio!” the blond wizard yelled. The green light appeared to last longer this
time and Rabastan screamed from the pain.
“Father…”
Draco said as he entered the room. He
closed the door behind himself instantly.
“Draco,
please!” Rabastan gasped. “Stop
him! I knew nothing of their plans to
attack your wife.”
“Then
why did you run?” Draco jeered.
“I
was at their house when Bellatrix arrived.
She informed me Wormtail was alive and the Ministry had him. He knew too much. If he talked I could spend years in
Azkaban.” Lucius raised his wand. “I knew nothing about Potter’s murder.”
Draco
put his wand to Rabastan’s head. “Legilimens,” he whispered. After a couple of minutes, Draco stepped
back. “He’s telling the truth.”
“They
are after Cygnus. Bellatrix believes he
is owed to her, repayment for the loss of her twins. Ginevra’s uncle was the wizard who cursed
her,” Rabastan stated.
“And
what of Rodolphus? What does he
believe?” Lucius asked.
“Like
all wizards, he wants a son,” Rabastan offered.
“Obliviate,” Draco hissed before walking to the door and
bringing Mihailov in. “Take him to Knockturn Alley. The
Aurors perform their rounds at four a.m. make sure they find him.”
“Are
you sure, sir? Once they have him…” Mihailov started.
“I’m
in no mood for murder nor do I wish to watch him for months on end. We may need him later,” Draco spat.
Lucius
nodded at Mihailov. “Let the Aurors find
him.”
Once
Mihailov had left with Rabastan, Lucius patted Draco’s on the shoulder. “Rodolphus will not be easy to catch.”
“I
understand, Father. I should have never
allowed Bellatrix around my children.”
“There
is nothing you could have done to prevent this, son. We may not be able to catch Rodolphus but we
will keep him and Bellatrix from Cygnus and the other children.” Lucius tone became very firm, “No one takes
what is ours.”
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The
morning sun slowly crossed the room and shined on Draco’s face. It’s warmth woke him from his light
slumber. The first thing he noticed was
the absence of his wife although her side of the bed was still warm. The second thing was the formal sky blue
dress with an icy sheer trim lain over a chair.
Today’s the Weasel’s wedding,
he thought. Luna had initially thought
of having in it late August but during final planning, it changed to July
first. He smiled at the idea of an
evening of dancing with his wife. They'd
had a wonderful time at Blaise and Pansy’s wedding two weeks ago. After the reception, things got even better
thanks to his parents' taking the boys for the night.
He
thought about what he and his wife would get up to tonight. Blaise and Pansy would have Leo must of the
day and would be picking the other boys up at the reception around eight. A mere week ago Draco believed he’d lost out
on this opportunity with his wife but his good mate Blaise came through. Really, this arrangement was to the benefit
of both of the wizards. Pansy had been
harping about starting a family and Blaise hoped that an evening with four
little wizards under foot would change her mind for a short time. The dark-haired wizard wanted children, it
was just that he wanted two or three years with his wife to himself before that
happened.
Draco
understood that very well. He would kill
for ten minutes alone with Ginny this morning.
However, the blond head resting on his left arm wasn’t going to allow
that. Neither would the little wizard
laying at his feet nor the one sitting on the wingback chair staring at him.
“Daddy,
are you awake?” Thuban softly asked. The
little wizard was already dressed in his Quidditch uniform even through his
first match wasn’t for three hours.
“Give
me a minute, son,” Draco mumbled as Ginny came into the room.
“Good. You’re awake.
I’m due at the hotel in twenty minutes.”
She quickly kissed her husband’s cheek and walked away before he could
get a hold of her. “Don’t forget to use
that Muggle item and record the match for me.”
She kissed Thuban’s cheek and hugged him. “Mummy wishes she could see your first match,
darling. Keep your head up and watch the
entire pitch. Keep focused and you’ll do
wonderfully.” She retrieved her dress
and looked back at her husband. “There’s
a list of things that need to be done this morning on the changing table,
Draco. I love you,” she said before
Disapparating.
Thuban
caught the surprised expression on his father’s face. “Don’t worry, Daddy. Grandmother is coming over at eight thirty
and the elves can do most of the things on Mummy’s list.”
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Draco
handed two Muggle video cameras to the Creevey brothers along with a bag of
galleons. “He’s number two. Those are for Ginny.”
“Don’t
worry, Malfoy. We’ve been doing this for
years. I wouldn’t disappoint Ginny,”
Colin said before the pair headed off.
Draco
carrying Serpens, Lucius carrying Leo, Narcissa holding Cam’s hand walked along
with Blaise and Pansy to enter the stadium.
The pitch was divided into three small fields. Thuban’s team was to play at the far
left. Draco released the breath he was
holding when he saw the number of people in attendance.
“It’s
a bit overwhelming,” Fred stated as he came up from behind the group.
“I
don’t think there were these many people at our first Hogwarts match,” George
added.
“Who’d
want to watch you goofs play?” Charlie stated.
“Hello,
Draco. Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy. Blaise.
Pansy,” Bill said. “I’m surprised
at the turnout myself. We’ve got seats
down front if you’d like to joins us.”
The
Malfoy party followed the Weasleys to the seats where Arthur and Ron were
waiting. The conversion before the match
started was brief. Tension was still
high between the heads of the two families and exchanges about the weather
could even lead to an argument. Luckily
for the adults, the match started quickly and Thuban wasted no time in showing
his proficiency at the sport.
“Go,
Thuban, go!” Cam and Serpens yelled.
The
wizards swayed left and right copying Thuban’s movements on the pitch, much to
the delight of Narcissa and Pansy. The
Malfoy heir scooped the Quaffle off the ground and headed for the goal. He weaved around all three of the other
team’s chasers plus one of his own team’s hopeless chasers before making an
outstanding fake on the keeper and scoring his twelfth goal of the match.
“Exceptional
move!” Lucius elbowed his son. “How long
have you been working on that?”
Draco
grimaced and eyed the Weasley wizards in front of him. “That’s Ginny’s work.”
Blaise
and Lucius laughed at the look on Draco’s face.
Thuban intercepted a pass from the other team and made his way to the
goal again. He used a different move on
the keeper this time and scored again.
Draco beamed, “I taught him that one!”
“Well,
Malfoy, maybe you’re good for something after all,” Fred laughed.
“No,
it’s the Weasley in the boy,” Ron added.
“I
believe the name on the back of that sweater is Malfoy! Now, could you please be quiet. I want to watch my son denominate the pitch,” Draco replied with a smirk.
Thuban
again made a run for the goal. One of
the other team’s chasers stayed on his tail and bumped him from time to
time. Then the keeper did something the
six-year-old blond wizard wasn’t ready for.
He flew right at him. Thuban
turned so they wouldn’t run into each other but the chaser bumped him again
causing Thuban to fly head first into the keeper. The little wizards’ heads collided and both fell
the two feet to the cushioned ground.
“Oh
my!” Narcissa gasped as she tried to get up.
Lucius held her in place.
“Lucius, Thuban is injured. Let
me go,” she hissed.
“Dearest,
look he’s getting up. He’s fine,” Lucius
calmly stated.
“I
need to make sure,” she hissed. “Now, Lucius!” she ordered.
Draco
turned to his mother. “The match will be
over in five minutes, Mother, let’s start heading for the pitch.” He helped his mother out of her chair and
towards the players’ bench.
“That
was a wicked hit,” Cam spouted.
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Draco
walked briskly to the spa with a very clean and elated Thuban on his hip. Fred and George Weasley spotted him.
“Malfoy,
why’d ya run off after…” George started but the sight
of his nephew explained it all.
“That’s
a brilliant shiner, Thuban,” Fred added.
“Outstanding match by the way.”
“The
stupid keeper flew into me,” Thuban spat.
“He knocked out my tooth too.”
The little wizard smiled showing that both his front teeth were missing.
“And
gave you a fat lip,” Bill interjected as he approached the group. The eldest Weasley brother removed Thuban
from Draco. “Ginny wants to see
him. We told her about most of the
match. However, you may want to tell her
about this before she sees him.” Draco
nodded and walked off.
The
six year old beamed at his uncles and pulled a gold medal from his pocket. “I was player of the match. I scored one hundred and forty points. That’s fourteen goals.”
“Marvelous,
mate,” Bill replied. “We saw each one of
them.”
Thuban
pulled his tooth out of his pocket.
“It’s just a baby tooth. It was
ready to come out anyway. Grandfather
said it looks like a three galleon tooth.”
Ginny’s
voice came down the hallway silencing the boy.
“I want to see him now, Draco.
For Merlin’s sake, I knew he was too young.”
“Calm
down, Gin. He’s fine,” Draco said
calmly.
The
red-haired witch rounded the corner and ran to her son. Her wand was out in moments and she ran it
over him.
“Grandmother
already did that, Mummy. It’s only a
black eye and fat lip.” The little
wizard squirmed trying to get away for his mother. “I’m fine, Mummy.”
“Poor
baby, you don’t have to play Quidditch again.
Does it hurt?” Ginny said.
Thuban
pulled back. “It doesn’t hurt. I want to play more Quidditch. I love Quidditch. I was player of the match.” He showed her the gold medal. “It was the keeper’s fault. He thought if he ran into me I would not
score. But I did. I threw the Quaffle after he hit me and I
scored. Coach Keitch said it was the
best play he ever saw. I didn’t even cry
and there was blood all over my shirt.
I used the moves you taught me, Mummy, and scored seven goals. Please, Mummy! I want to keep playing.”
Her
eldest was beaming at her. The little
wizard was very proud of himself. He
hadn’t been this happy in a long time.
She smiled back at him, “Did you say your Grandmother already checked
you for injuries?”
Thuban
nodded merrily. “Grandmother took all
the pain away but she said Daddy had to take his potion. So she wouldn’t perform a glamour charm to
cover my eye and lip.”
Ginny
covered her mouth to hide her smirk. She
could only image how much distress Thuban’s appearance had caused the older
witch, and still Narcissa had kept her wits.
Narcissa would never help Draco hide anything from his wife.
She
offered her hand to her son, “Come along, you need your hair cut and some good
charm work before the wedding.” She
turned to her husband, “I’ll talk with you later, Draco.”
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Rodolphus
placed his wand on his head and muttered a spell. His appearance changed radically. He muttered another spell and everyone within
a hundred kilometers froze. The wizard
then Disapparated.
Moments
later he stood in front of a desk at the Swedish Wizard’s Studies of the Mind
Center. An older witch approached the
desk. “Healer Grohol
will be with you shortly, Auror Davison.”
A white haired Healer greeted Rodolphus and the two wizards walked
into a room.
“Thank you for seeing me, Healer Grohol. I was told you were the world’s expect on the working of the child’s mind. We have come
across a strange case and are hoping you can explain it to us,” Rodolphus
started. “A nanny kidnapped the five
year old boy in her care. When we found
them a week later, the boy believed the nanny to be his mother. How could she have done this? It is very dangerous to erase a young child’s
memories.”
“Yes, Mr. Davison. One
cannot erase a child’s memory without many problems. However, if the woman had taken care of the
child or performed mothering tasks for the child since birth, she would merely
need to use a charm to bring those memories to the forefront of his mind,”
Healer Grohol stated. He removed a book
from the shelf and handed it to Rodolphus.
“Before the eighteen hundreds, it was common for wizards and
witches to take magical children from their Muggle parents. This book explains the methods used to make
those children forget about their Muggle parents and believe that the witch was
their mother.”
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Draco
couldn’t help but growl under his breath as yet another unmarried wizard
caressed his wife’s back at the head table.
Why did they keep touching her every time they walked by? Neville had touched her five times and looked
into her eyes. Dean had held her hand
for three minutes and kissed her cheek twice, once touching the corner of her
lips. Seamus hugged her, nuzzled her
neck and whispered into her ear causing her to blush. His wand hand twitched, one more touch and he
would have to do something.
He
was very happy when the first dance started.
Ginny and Bill were paired so watching the couple dance caused Draco no
worry. As soon as Thuban finished
dancing with the flower girl, Draco would floo the boys to the Zabini’s home and he would have his wife to himself once
again.
“Daddy,”
Serpens pulled on his father’s robe sleeve.
“I’m tired. May I go to Uncle
Blaise’s now?”
“As
soon as the music stops, Serpens,” Draco advised the boy.
“Has
Pansy watched the boys overnight before?” Molly asked.
“She’s
watched two of them before but never all four,” Draco said. “I’m sure she and Blaise can handle them.”
“She’s
had Leo all day?” Molly inquired.
Draco
chuckled. “In a way. Both my mother and
Pansy’s were with her until five. They were
trying to talk Blaise into starting his own family.”
Arthur
beamed. “I see now. Blaise gets hounded into how sweet babies are
all afternoon and this evening you deliver reality to Pansy?”
The
blond wizard smirked. “Only a slight
reality.” The music stopped. “Wish your grandparents goodnight boys. I’ll retrieve Thuban.”
After
a quick goodbye to family members, Draco hurried his children to their
godfather’s home. The boys were annoyed
when Draco didn’t make a quick exit. He reminded
them that misbehavior would earn them a very sore bottom. He also checked every pocket in their robes
removing the pounds of sweets they had taken from the party. Their father even had the nerve to inform
Blaise it would be best to bathe the little wizards and put them to bed
immediately.
Cam
eyed his father. The wizard wasn’t
playing fairly. Draco informed Blaise of
every useful trick of getting the boys to sleep early. He even gave the black-haired wizard the
bottle of jasmine oil their mother would place in their bath to calm them. It became very clear to the five year old
that his father wasn’t taking any chances of being disturbed this evening. Thuban and he would merely have to wait until
the morning to have their fun.
When
Draco reentered the ballroom, he couldn’t help but gape at the sight in front
of him. His eyes turned black with anger
and his hand reached inside his robe for his wand. Numerous curses and hexes ran through his
mind. Which one should he use on the
prat Longbottom?
He’d teach the git to keep his arms off of Malfoy property. Neville spun Ginny around the dance
floor. Draco smirked as he decided on
the hex then Ginny’s eyes meet his and she smiled lovingly.
“Damn
it!” Ron cursed in a whisper to Percy as he watched Draco relax. “I thought the Ferret was going to do
something stupid,” Ron exhaled. “A good
row between him and Ginny would have made the day perfect.”
“Ron
only wishes the best for our little sister, doesn’t he?” George jested.
“I
want to know what happened. Ferret was seconds away from hexing Neville. Then he just stopped,” Ron asked in
bewilderment.
Draco
impatiently waited for the dance to end.
He tapped Neville’s shoulder as the next song started. “I’ll take over from here,” he advised the
other wizard before waltzing across the floor with his wife.
“I
see you made the best of my absence,” Draco teased as he flawlessly pranced her
around the dance floor. “It doesn’t
matter. You’re all mine now.”
She
smiled and shook her head. “I’ve
promised my father a dance and I really should dance with Ron.”
He
sighed and looked longingly into her eyes.
“If I must release you, can you make it quick?”
Ginny
raised a brow. “We have all evening,
don’t we?”
“Cam
had that look in his eye. I have a
feeling we’ll be getting an early Floo call from Blaise and Pansy.”
She
kissed his cheek. “A quick dance with my
father and brother then I’m yours for the evening.”
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A
normal looking Rodolphus approached what appeared to be a four star hotel, with
a case in his hand. He went to the front
desk where a wizard dressed as a prison guard met him.
“How
long do you wish to visit your wife, Mr. Lestrange?”
“The
next three days,” Rodolphus placed a number of galleons on the desk.
The
man took Rodolphus’ wand and led him to a beautiful suite where Bellatrix was
waiting. He joined his wife on the
settee and waited for the guard to leave.
Rodolphus removed a book from his case and handed it to her.
“You
need to study this, Bella. It explains
how we can make the children forget their birth parents and believe they are
ours.”
She
kissed her husband. “When will you buy
my freedom so we can start our family?”
He
walked away from his wife thankful that she had no wand and the room was warded against wandless magic. “Lucius and Draco have Cygnus well guarded,
my love. There is no way to get the
child at this time.”
Bellatrix
eyes turned black with anger, rage was quickly building inside of her.
“Bella,
my love, do not worry. Their guard will
decrease. If you remain here for a time,
I believe we will be able have the children by mid September. They left the children with their
grandparents for Draco’s birthday and they are leaving them again for an
anniversary trip. By September, they
will be leaving Cygnus alone with his tutor.
We will get the boy then.”
“What
about Cepheus?” Bella asked.
Rodolphus
laughed. “Lupin is a fool. Even after being warned, he has done little
to safeguard the boy. Our men talked to
Cepheus yesterday. He awaits your visit
and looks forward to his great adventure.
We will take both boys at the same time.” He embraced his wife. “Can you manage staying in this prison for
another month?”
Bellatrix
cackled. “This is no prison. I would
stay in Azkaban for months to finally have the family we deserve.”
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