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Mistakes
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Thuban
stood in front of Serpens’ play castle.
Cam and he had been planning these changes for weeks and now was the
time. His parents were gone on their
marriage trip or something. The boys had
returned from the manor and were expecting their maternal grandparents within
the hour. He’d
miss making potions with Grandfather but Grandma and Grandpa wouldn’t notice
the modifications to the moat. In
addition, it was highly likely that his twin uncles would visit. Won’t they be
surprised and delighted by the alteration?
With luck, his daddy will let the moat remain when he returned.
The
little blond wizard stood with his mother’s old school wand in hand next to the
small moat. It only took a half-dozen
tries at the enlargement spell for it to become five feet wide and six feet
deep. Thuban was so pleased with himself
he placed a few more charms, causing weeds to grow in the water.
The
little boy sat down and carefully removed the large jar from his bag. This was the most vital and difficult to
obtain. He had just gotten it moments
earlier when Lucius made a trip to the apothecary and he had tagged along. While his Grandfather’s back was turned, the
boy removed the item from the shelf and put it in his sack. You couldn’t call
what he did stealing because he placed a bag with fifty galleons in its
place.
Grindylow
parts were in a number of potions and the apothecary sold them alive. Thuban carefully placed the jar in the moat;
using the wand, he released the water demon.
The creature crawled out of it confines and into a weed bed. The boy beamed; now
no one could enter the castle when the bridge was up.
Thuban
hurried to the underground passageway and quickly entered the house, leaving
the wand hidden. Upon locating Lucius,
he was surprised to learn that Cam and Narcissa had headed for the
guesthouse. The six year old hoped his
brother wouldn’t draw their grandmother’s attention to
the moat. He cursed him for his
impatience. Thuban would have to work
hard to keep Lucius away from the guesthouse.
The older wizard would surely notice the changes and not only force the
boy to change it back but also warm his bottom with his cane. As they walked passed
the game room, Thuban eyed the
wizard’s chessboard.
“Bet,
I can beat you at wizard’s chess now.
Uncle Ron’s been teaching me. He’s the best chess player around,” the
little blond boy stated. He knew his
grandfather would be unable to let the comment of a Weasley being the best go unchallenged.
Lucius
eyed the child with great suspicion. His
eldest grandson was not a fan of board games especially the ones that required
calm and quiet. As he tried to read the
boy, a flustered Tipsy popped into the room.
“Come
quick, Master. There being an accident
at the guesthouse.”
Lucius
seized Thuban and Apparated instantly.
He placed his eldest grandson on the ground and ran to his wife. In front of her lay a drenched and still Cam. His boots and slacks torn from his body; the
white skin of his legs covered with blood.
Two feet away from him was the lifeless body of a pale green creature.
Thuban
looked at the castle. The bridge was
down. What had happened? He approached his grandparents, who were busy
casting spells on his brother. Narcissa
gasped in relief when Cam finally coughed up water and opened his eyes. She collected the boy into her arms and went
to the guesthouse. Lucius followed
closely.
“I’ll
Floo the Healer, dearest. He’ll be
fine,” Lucius whispered encouragingly to his wife. He turned to the older boy, “Come Thuban,
sit,” he pointed to a patio chair. “I’ll
be back shortly.”
The
six year old sat for a short time. When
he knew no one was watching, he walked over to the Grindylow. He wasn’t there long
before a strong hand captured his collar, pulled him to his feet and away from
the animal.
“Have
you lost your senses?” Lucius bellowed.
The
words left the boy’s mouth before he thought it through. “It cost me fifty galleons. I wanted to…”
Thuban
had never seen such anger in his grandfather’s eyes. “You put that in the moat?”
“It
was Cam’s idea too. He knew…” The boy
shook with apprehension.
Lucius’
placed his hands on the boy’s shoulder.
The urge to shake good judgment into the boy almost overcame him. He quickly released his hold and slammed his
cane on the patio table sending glass everywhere. “Go to your room, Thuban, NOW!” he growled
dangerously low.
The
little wizard didn’t need to be told twice. His little feet couldn’t
carry him fast enough, he passed his maternal grandparents without saying a
word. He ran through his sitting room,
into the bedroom and crawled under the covers.
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Draco
snatched his wife into his arms, as soon as she came out of bathroom in her
riding outfit. He placed a hand on each
of her bum cheeks and pulled her close.
“I can’t decide,” he puffed in her ear, "if I like the way your
arse looks better in riding or Quidditch breeches.”
“Really?”
she teased before running her hands over the back of his breeches, “I prefer
yours bare.”
“Bare
is good.” He moved his hands from her
bottom to her waistband and started working them down while kissing her
neck. She relaxed into his touch for a
short time but then jumped away refastening her pants.
“Something’s
wrong, we have to go home, now!” She
lifted her wand and Disapparated.
Draco
did a quick scan of the room before Apparating to Black Hall. An elderly house elf appeared moments after
he alighted in the foyer.
“The
Healer is with young Master Cygnus in the guesthouse.”
“Is
my wife here?” he asked as he walked to the back door.
“Mistress
is in the guesthouse along with her parents and master’s parents.”
“What’s
happened?”
“Young
master was attacked by a Grindylow,” the elf answered, running next to Draco to
keep up.
“Are
my other sons all right?”
“Yes,
Master. They be
in their chambers. Tipsy and Nan be
keeping watch of them.”
The
guesthouse was entirely too far away from the main house in Draco’s
opinion. He didn’t
remember when but somewhere along the way he had started to run. He turned the corner to see Lucius and
Arthur. His father was in the process of
using a Repairo charm on the glass patio table.
“I
don’t know if anyone could have kept their composure. Fred and George pulled things like this many
times,” Arthur stated.
“Thuban
has been testing my patience lately.
First the polyjuice, now putting a Grindylow in the moat,” Lucius said.
“Father?” Draco approached the men.
“Cygnus
is going to be fine, Draco. The Healer
is finishing with him, now. First
bedroom on the right,” Lucius instructed.
The
blond wizard hurried to his son’s side, passed Narcissa and Molly without a
word and knocked on the door before opening it.
Ginny, Healer Wilson and Cam looked at him.
“Hello,
Mr. Malfoy. I was just explaining things
to your wife. Your son will be
fine. He should remain in bed for the
day to recover. The wounds caused by the
Grindylow will cause him some pain and there will be some scarring. I’ll leave a couple of potions with your
mother.” Healer Wilson then left the
room.
“Daddy,”
Cam whispered. “The Grindylow was my
idea too. I helped Thuban. We only thought it would scratch people. We didn’t know they
could be so mean. I’m lucky Grandmother
was with me.”
Draco
kissed the boy’s cheek and lifted him into his arms. “We should get you to your own bed.” He told the boy as he pulled him close to his
chest. They walked out of the room,
Ginny’s arm snaked around her husband’s waist.
“You and your brother need to listen to me.” His voice was shaky as he held back tears and
tried to remain strong in front of the child.
Ginny
whispered, “We were all very lucky indeed.”
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“I
think it’s time for lunch.” Hermione
walked up to a Muggle café in the heart of London with Sirius holding tightly
to her hand.
“That’s
a brilliant idea,” Charlie added as her carried Harriet into the small
building.
The
group sat down and ordered lunch. When
the server left, Harriet whispered into her mother’s ear and the two witches
walked to the restroom. Returning, Harriet stopped and stared at the paintings
on the wall.
“Mummy,”
the little girl pointed to a painting of a woman standing over a cauldron in a
forest with a glass to her mouth. “That looks like Thuban’s aunt.” The next painting showed the woman on the
ground her face covered. A third
painting had the same scene except the woman was now a man. Harriet pointed to that painting, “That looks
like Cassie’s daddy.”
Hermione
stared along with her daughter at the collection of paintings. She could not believe her eyes. There were seven paintings in all, each
showing Bellatrix’s actions only minutes before she killed Harry Potter. The last painting showed what Hermione
believed was the start of the final battle of the last wizarding war in the
distance.
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Cam's
legs hurt a little but he didn’t want to call an
elf. It would certainly alert his mother
and although he loved her, he’d seen enough of her
upset for one day. His father had just
managed to persuade her to return to their bedchamber. The little wizard sighed when his door
started to slowly open, however when he noticed the intruder was only an inch
taller than himself, he beamed.
“Thuban,”
he whispered excitedly.
The
boy ran to the bed, jumped on it and covered himself with the blankets in hopes
of hiding in case his parents came in.
It didn’t go unnoticed to Cam that his brother
had decided to lie on his belly instead of his back.
“I
told them it was my idea too. And that I
helped,” Cam whispered.
“I
know,” Thuban answered moving closer to his brother and put an arm over his
chest hugging him. “Are you O.K.?”
“My
legs hurt a little but I’m fine.” Cam
placed his arm under his brother’s chest hugging him in return. “Are you O.K.?”
Thuban
giggled. “My bottom hurts but I’m
fine. I’m
really sorry, Cam. I didn’t
mean to hurt you. I wasn’t a good
brother to you today.”
“The
Grindylow was my idea too.”
“It’s
not that. When I saw the look in
Grandfather’s eyes, I was scared and tattled on you.” Thuban shook his head. “Brothers shouldn’t tattle on each
other. I promise not to tattle on you
again.”
“It’s
O.K., Thuban.”
“Cam,
my heart would break if you weren’t with us anymore. I love you.”
It
was Cam’s turn to giggle. “If you don’t
stop sounding like Mummy, I’ll kick you out of my room.”
As
the two boys giggled, Draco quietly closed the door. Thuban shouldn’t
have been out of his own room and Cam needed his rest. However, the blond wizard decided it was best
to leave the two to bond. One of the
best things he had done as a father was giving his children each other. Many times Draco had wished for a sibling to
share his dreams and secrets.
Ginny
was turning down the bed when he entered.
Nervous, she asked, “Did you check on Cam?”
“Yes,
he’s fine.”
“Did
you tuck him in? Was he asleep? How are his legs feeling?”
“He’ll
be asleep soon, Ginny. Don’t worry.”
She
tried to push past her husband but he took firm hold of her. “He’s fine.
We’ll check on him in twenty minutes. Now…,” he kissed her passionately, “you need
to relax and leave him alone for a time so he can get to sleep.”
She
pushed away again. “Let me go,
Draco. I’m sorry you missed out on your shagathon tonight but my
son’s health comes before your sexual needs,” she hissed.
He
gave her a meaningful look, “Stop trying to start a fight, Ginevra. Our son,
Cam is fine. You’ve
been a little over-protective and he needs a break. Go check on Leo or Serpens if you like.”
Ginny
calmly kissed his cheek. “Sorry. I should check on Thuban.”
“Hmm…,” Draco wrapped his
arm around her waist and started into the nursery with her. “Let’s check on Leo, Serpens then Cam.”
“I
want to check on Thuban.”
“Thuban
is with Cam. They need some time to
talk.”
She
swatted his chest. “Why didn’t you say
that in the first place?”
For
the first time in their marriage, Draco looked sheepish. He'd never before
felt guilty about overriding one of her decisions. It had been she who demanded Thuban be punished further, confining him to his room for the
evening.
“Mmm… I…”
She
kissed his cheek. “Don’t try to hide
things from me, Draco. I will always
find out.” She wrapped her arm around
his waist as they entered the nursery.
“You’ll check on Cam and Thuban last.”
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Ron
and Hermione walked into the Muggle High School. It had been three and half weeks since
Harriet spotted the paintings in the Muggle Café. The owner of the shop told her the artist was
a student at Notting Hill & Ealing
High School. Unfortunately, being summer
they had to wait until Administrative personal returned from vacation. They knocked on the Headmaster’s door and
entered.
“Hello,
Mr. Elswick. I’m Hermione Ellison and this is my partner Ron West. As I explained to you on the phone, we
believe the artist of the paintings may have witnessed one of our unsolved
crimes.”
The
gray-haired man offered both Hermione and Ron a chair and sat back down behind
his desk. “Ms. Ellison, do you have
proof of your employment?”
Hermione and Ron showed the man the official police identification, they had
magically created.
“Mr.
Elswick, this crime is almost eight years old and
many of its details were in the painting,” Hermione explained.
“Well,
Ms. Ellison, the artist and her family can’t be reached until the start of
school in September. If the crime has
waited eight years, a couple more weeks won’t
hurt. Besides, Miss Levin is only sixteen. Her artwork was of witches. It was all made up,” the old man’s voice
dripped with indifference.
“It’s
what she drew in the background, sir, that we are
interested in.” Hermione handed the man
a card. “Please call me if you hear from
Miss Levin. Your school starts on the
fourth of September?” The man nodded.
“We will see you and Miss Levin on the fourth then. Good day, sir.”
Ron and Hermione left, once on the street Ron
could no longer hold his tongue.
“What
a prat! He was worse than Malfoy and
Snape put together.”
Hermione
giggled. “He reminded me of
Dumbledore. He was only doing his best
to protect his student. Charlie and I made sure we had all of her artwork. You and Ginny are the only others who know
about it, so we can wait.”
“I’m
sure Ginny has told Malfoy and he could have told…”
“Don’t
go there, Ronald!” She turned and poked her finger into his chest. “This information will send Bellatrix to
Azkaban thus freeing Cam from danger.
Draco wouldn’t…”
“You’re
right. Malfoy will keep his mouth
closed.”
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Molly
sat a plate of eggs on the Burrow's kitchen table. Luna looked at them for a moment before
becoming pale and leaving the room.
Thuban turned and whispered to Serpens who then whispered to Cam.
The
blue-eyed, blond haired boy looked at his uncle, “Do you want a boy or a girl?”
Arthur
dropped his fork on his plate as his wife hurried the sausages to the table.
“What?”
Ron stammered.
Cam
rolled his eyes, “Your baby, do you want a boy or a girl?”
“Oh
Ron,” Molly muttered through her tears of joy, “is that why you came over this
morning?”
“You…,”
Ron gazed at Cam, “how… I mean… Who told you?” He whispered, “I’m going to kill the bloody
Ferret. Luna must have Flooed Ginny.”
“Ronald,”
Molly scolded in a hushed tone.
“Serpens
told me after Thuban told him.” The boy
smirked.
The
eldest Malfoy boy beamed at the group.
“Eggs always made Mummy sick in the morning after Daddy put a baby
inside her. They make Aunt Pansy sick
now too. So, do you want a boy or a
girl?”
“You
should hope for a blond like Aunt Luna,” Serpens stated. “Red haired babies are evil.” He glared at Leo who was banging his spoon on
his highchair tray. “They take up lots
of the mummy’s time and try to steal the daddy away too.”
“Leo’s
not evil, darling,” Molly replied as she placed eggs, sausage and toast on
Serpens’ plate then kissed the boy’s cheek.
“Keep
that opinion to yourself, little brother,” Thuban
advised. “You’re sitting at a table full
of people who used to be red haired babies.”
The
conversation stopped as Charlie walked in the kitchen door from outside.
“Dad,
I took care of that problem in the north field you spotted. I’d like to talk to you a minute about
it.” Charlie motioned to the front
room. “You should come along too, Ron.”
The
three walked into the living room of the Burrow. Arthur cast a couple of spells so the Malfoy
boys would not hear them. Charlie pulled
a camera out of his cloak.
“All
the pictures are of Cam. He had some
from Ginny’s trip with the boys to Diagon Alley a couple of days ago too,” Charlie stated.
“Damn!”
Arthur hissed. “I thought we had Lestrange’s money locked up.” He turned to Ron. “Why’d the hell did you let Rabastan go? He’s where Bella and Rodolphus are getting
the galleons to pay their spies.”
“We
didn’t have any evidence against Rabastan. However, Lucius Malfoy has a close eye on
him. His accounts have not been
touched. Many Death Eaters have accounts
hidden all over Europe. There is not telling how much money Rodolphus has access to,” Ron
replied. “We have to keep the
information about Miss Levin between us.
I’ll talk to Hermione. We need to get the evidence from this Muggle
girl soon. She’ll be in great danger if
Bellatrix’s people find out about her.”
Charlie
nodded. “Cam isn’t going to be safe
until Bellatrix is in Azkaban or dead.”
He started for the front door.
“Was Malfoy going to work after he dropped off the boys this morning?”
Ron
grinned. “He was headed for the office. Ginny wanted the house to herself for her
birthday.”
“I’ll
go talk to him then.” Charlie headed for
the door. “By the way
little brother, congratulations. I’m hoping for a redhead.
Even if we are evil,” he
chuckled as he left the room.
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“Is
there a problem?” Draco asked as he showed Charlie to a chair and then sat
across from him in his office.
The
redhead handed the blond wizard the camera and a number of photos.
“Damn
it! Where is her spy?”
Charlie
shook his head. “Dead, he killed himself
after I caught him. He said something
about not wanting Lucius to get his hands on him.”
“Smart
man,” Draco hissed as he handed his brother-in-law a cup of tea. “One of her spies was stupid enough to get
caught close to the Manor grounds last week.”
“Draco,
you do understand…”
“What
my father does is his business. He tells
me nothing and I ask no questions. I
have not broken any wizarding laws.” The
blond wizard paced around his office.
“The Wilsburg guards, I have watching my
family, are unable to spot these spies.
I’m sure they can protect my family from kidnapping or attacks but the
photo spying is outside their ability.”
“They
have themselves cloaked well. A wizard
has to be looking for invisible people to see them. Not a skill many wizards have,” Charlie
stated.
“It’s
a Dark Wizard or Hit Wizard skill.
However having one of them close to my family is more dangerous then the spies themselves,” Draco added. “I wish I knew what my aunt wants these
photos for.”
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Bella sat in the parlor of her prison cell with a number of photo
albums in front of her. Pictures with
herself, Cam and Rodolphus in them were clearly in view. Next to them was an album with photos of John
Lupin and his family. The black haired witch lifted her wand and cast a spell. The photos with John Lupin had changed. Bella, Rodolphus and Cam replaced the child’s
family members.
Rodolphus
walked into the room and smiled at his wife’s work. “I see you nearly have our family photo
albums complete. I too have been
working.” He stepped aside revealing a
little boy about five years old who smiled happily at Bellatrix. She stared questioningly at the boy.
The
boy’s expression became confused. He
pulled on Rodolphus’ pant leg to get the wizard’s attention. “Papa,” the boy
questioned, “why is Momma acting like she doesn’t know me?”
The
Dark Witch ran to her husband and hugged him.
“You’ve done it!” She kissed him
and looked at the boy. “There are
biscuits for you in the other room.” The
boy ran off and she turned to Rodolphus, “What is he?”
“Poor half-blood. He’s father
sold him to me for a hundred galleons.
No questions asked. I followed
the instructions in the book. It only
took two days before he believed I was his father. You may practice with him for now. I’ll modify his
memory and take him to a Muggle orphanage right before we get the boys. He’ll be better off there then with his
father.”
“How
are our plans in that area progressing?”
Bellatrix asked.
“I
told you not to send spies to photograph Cygnus,” he hissed at her. “Lucius found and killed the first one and
the second was stupid enough to be caught by those Muggle loving Weasleys. You have likely delayed our plans by a
month.”
The
witch gave her husband a cold stare.
“After hearing that the Malfoy heir’s carelessness almost caused Cygnus
his life, I had to do something.”
“Accidents
happen, my dear. Thuban meant his
brother no harm. Cygnus isn’t in danger. We
must make Draco believe we are no longer after the boy.” He walked his wife to the sofa, sat down and
pulled her into his embrace. The little
boy he had brought with him walked into the room. Rodolphus whispered, “Bella, you can use an
appearance charm on him so that he looks like Cygnus. You can pretend until I get us the real
thing.”
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Ginny
held the custom broomstick tight in her hands as she weaved around the trees on
the grounds of Black Hall. She had never
before had a broom that fit her so well and was so responsive to her
touch. The redhead could fly at the
center of a tree at top speed, come within millimeters of it, and then with the
slightest touch make a sharp turn around it.
She couldn’t wait to use it in their next
Quidditch match.
The
mother of four was getting ready to perform another outstanding and extremely
dangerous move when a strong hand clutched her broomstick. Draco was next to her, one hand on his broom,
the other on hers and with a murderous look in his eyes.
“Bloody hell, Gin! Are you
trying to kill yourself?!”
“I’m
not a child, Draco! Let go of my broom!”
she yelled.
“Stop
acting like a child and I’ll stop treating you like
one. If you want to practice sudden turns
at least put a cushioning charm on the trees.”
He forced her to land.
Once
on the ground, Ginny let go of her broom and approached her husband
seductively. She placed her arms around
his neck and rubbed her body against his, making sure to pay special attention
to his groin. The attractive redhead
huffed into his ear, “I’m sorry for worrying you. I shouldn’t be so careless.” She started kissing his neck.
“It’s
not going to work,” he hissed pushing her away.
“I’m serious, Gin. You were
flying recklessly!”
She
wanted to rage back at him but when she looked at him,
she saw his eyes were filled with great concern for her well-being. Ginny’s face softened and she picked up her
broom. “I’m sorry, Draco. It was careless of me.” She smiled at him. “It’s a wonderful broom. Why’d it take you so
long to buy me a custom broom? Afraid
I’d out-fly you?”
“Hardly, my love. I did catch
you, did I not?” he smirked before placing one arm around her waist and guiding
her towards the house. “The broom was Thuban’s
idea. I’ve been
thinking too traditionally all these years.
I thought witches wanted jewelry, not brooms. Our eldest son reminded me in the jewelry
shop that we were looking for a present for his
mummy, not just any witch. The shop
owner was very disappointed when we left empty-handed.”
The
witch raised a questioning brow at her husband, “So, the broom is truly from
the boys. You still owe me.”
The
blond wizard chuckled, “How Slytherin of you, love. What would you like? Diamonds, pearls, rubies, gold and silver or
is it me you’re after?”
“You
know what I want, two hours of your time Monday. The primary school of Witchcraft and Wizardry
is having an open house for parents…”
“Gin,”
he all but growled, “The
boys are safer being tutored at home.”
“I
don’t think so Draco. The school has the
same wards as Hogwarts and that was the safest place during the war. In addition, Ron and Hermione will have the
information from the Muggle girl soon.
Bellatrix will be in Azkaban before they start school.”
“They’d
learn more being tutored at home,” he spouted stubbornly.
“Maybe. However if they go to the
Wizarding primary school they can take non-magical classes like History of
Magic, Astronomy, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, and
others in their last year and be ahead of many of their classmates at
Hogwarts.”
“Thuban
will not be attending Hogwarts so there's no benefit for him to go,” Draco
replied.
“Wrong,
that’s a good reason to send him. He
won’t be taught British History of Magic in France.” She turned to her husband, “We don’t have to
decide to send them there to go to the open house. Draco please, go to
the open house with me?”
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Rodolphus
smiled brightly as he read the owl. “The
silly Weasley girl is making this all too easy for us.” He turned to Bellatrix, “She's talked Draco
into allowing Cygnus to attend the Wizarding primary school once you're dead or
in Azkaban.”
She
smiled back, “It looks like I die tonight.”
“Yes,
my love. We will both die trying to
break you out of this ghastly place.”
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The
sun shone brightly on the grounds of Black Hall. Ginny knelt in her garden picking the weeds
from the flowerbeds by hand. For some
reason doing this work calmed her and she enjoyed it greatly. It had the added bonus of being able to watch
Serpens playing on the swings and Leo mouthing his toys as he sat on his
blanket. This was the life she dreamt of
having as a child. She would tend the
house and the children as her loving husband worked in his office. The red-haired witch
wiped the sweat off her brow and smiled.
Well, she never dreamt she’d be rich or married
to Malfoy, that was just another bonus and wonderful surprise.
It
had been a month since the Bulgarian Ministry announced the deaths of Rodolphus
and Bellatrix Lestrange. The government
provided ample proof of the fact. In
addition, no one had been spying on her family since that time. She was sure their problems were over. Draco had agreed to send Thuban and Cam to
the Wizarding primary school. He not
only enjoyed the bragging rights of being the father of the two brightest
little wizards in the school, he also found that his wife had more energy at
the end of each school day.
The
parlor clock chimed eleven. She removed
her gloves and collected her children.
She asked Tipsy to clean up Serpens and she walked up the stairs. Today was Hermione’s birthday. They were meeting at the Leaky Caldron at
noon to celebrate.
The
red haired witch couldn’t help but feel sad for her
friend. While Ginny’s life was perfect,
Hermione’s was not. Miss Levin, the
artist of the paintings showing Bellatrix transforming into Lupin never returned
to school. The witch’s hopes of finding
out what had truly happened to her husband appeared to be lost.
As
Ginny stepped into the shower, she felt a sudden coldness spread through her
body and a great feeling of loss raced through her. She screamed just before she passed out. At the Burrow two
hands on the clock moved, Ginny’s clock hand moved from mortal peril to home and Cam’s from school to lost.
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“John,
I want to play outside,” Cam said as John Lupin led him down a hallway.
“Call
me Cepheus, Cygnus. I want you to see
one thing then we’ll go on a great adventure.”
The
boys turned the corner and John opened the door to a black and gold
cabinet. “Come on inside,” he said.
Cam
followed his friend and John closed the door behind them. The black haired boy turned a knob, knocked
on each wall, then opened the door. Both boys left the cabinet. They were no longer in their school, but in a
beautiful parlor.
“We’re
here!” John announced.
To
Cam’s horror, Bellatrix and Rodolphus walked into the room. The little blond wizard ran for the
cabinet. Rodolphus raised his wand and
before Cam could reach the knob, the spell hit it turning it into hundreds of
pieces of woods. The little wizard cried
out for his mother before collapsing to the floor.
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Molly
heard the click of the clock hands while cleaning the living room. She wasn’t sure what
the change meant but she knew she needed to check on Ginny. The older witch Apparated into the foyer of
Black Hall, she didn’t have to wait for long for a
house elf to welcome her.
“Sir being ordering mes to get yous. Misses
fainted in the shower.”
Molly
ran up the stairs as fast as her stout body could go. The doors to Ginny’s sitting and bedroom were
open. She entered just as Draco leaned
Ginny on their bed over the young witch covered with
her bathrobe. He glanced at his
mother-in-law, “Thank Merlin, you’re here.”
Ginny
opened her eyes. “Cammy,” she
whispered. “Something has happened to
Cam.” She sat up quickly pulling her
robe on. “We need to get to the school,
Draco.” She sprung from the bed and into
her dressing room before he could stop her.
“Ginny,
you need to see a healer,” he demanded.
The
witch came out of the room fully dressed and put her hair in a messy bun. “I need to make sure Cam is safe first.” She lifted her wand to Disapparate.
“Wait,”
he called out. “Molly, do you mind
watching Serpens and Leo for an hour?”
“I’d
be happy to keep an eye on the boys.”
He
put his arm around his wife. “I’ll
Apparate us there.”
They
landed outside the schoolyard fence and hurried into the building. The headmaster was waiting at the door from
them.
“Where’s
Cam?” Ginny asked.
Shocked
appeared on the headmaster’s face, “Who informed you? We are sure he’s in
the building. The wards write down the
name of each student as they leave and his name is not on that list.” The wizard walked the couple down a hallway. “He was last seen…”
“No!”
Draco yelled as they turned the corner.
The black and gold cabinet caught his eye instantly. He knew this item well, having spent most of
his sixth year trying to fix it. The
blond wizard ran to it and got inside.
His heart fell when he opened the door and was still at the school.
Ginny
place her hand on his chest as he learned against the cabinet. “What is it, Draco?”
“Vanishing Cabinet. The one I
used in my sixth year. Bellatrix owns
its mate. I couldn’t
get to it. They must have destroyed it
once they took Cam.” Draco eyed the
headmaster, “John Lupin is missing too?”
The wizard nodded.
She
gasped but quickly pulled on her husband’s arm.
“Draco, the blood tracking charm, if we hurry we may still have
time.”
“Bring
me, Thuban,” Draco commanded. Before the
couple was at the front door, their eldest son was brought
to them. They quickly walked to the
front gate and Apparated to Black Hall.
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As
the sun set over the English countryside, Draco paced his study. Lucius, Arthur, all the Weasley boys, Lupin
and a number of Aurors were in the room.
The blood tracking charm hadn't worked nor had
any other charm they'd tried. It was
going to take some time to locate his aunt and the boys. A knock on the door stopped Draco’s pacing. A house elf showed in Rabastan Lestrange to
the surprise of everyone except Lucius and Draco.
“Draco. Lucius. I am so sorry. What makes you
believe it was Bellatrix and my brother?”
“The
Vanishing Cabinets were used to take the boys,” Draco replied.
“The black and gold cabinet from Borins?”
“Yes, and the one from Hogwarts.”
“I
wondered why they took that old thing with them to Bulgaria,” Rabastan added.
“The
Bulgarians will not allow us into their country until tomorrow morning. Will you join us in our search then?” Draco
asked.
“Of course, Draco. Cygnus
belongs with you.” The black haired
wizard gave the man a compassionate gaze.
“If you need anything, just ask me.”
“Thank
you,” Draco replied.
A
heartrend Narcissa appeared after a brief knock. “Draco, Ginevra needs you.”
“Mother,
I…”
“You’ve
given us all the information we need, Draco.
We can finish planning tomorrow’s trip without you,” Lucius
advised.
“Go
to your wife. She needs you,” Arthur
added.
Once
Draco and Narcissa had left, the Weasley brothers and the Aurors turned to
Lupin, Lucius and Arthur.
“Today
has been trying on your wives also. We
will see you gentlemen here tomorrow morning at sunrise.”
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Ginny
wept into Draco's chest as they lay on their bed. This had been the longest day of her
life. She had no idea how she had held
together until now; maybe it was Narcissa words from so many years ago. The redhead had panicked the first time
Thuban choked on an item when he was only six months old. Her screams had brought her mother-in-law
into the room and the older witch removed the item with a flick of her
wand. The blonde witch
had then turned to her daughter-in-law and flatly stated, “You have no right to
panic. Your child relies on your ability
to save him.” Narcissa then hurried out
of the room and wept. She always
remained calm until the crisis was resolved and then she broke down. Ginny had quickly learned to do the
same. So now, after everything that could be done to locate Cam that day had been done, she
broke down in the warmth of her husband’s arms.
“I’m
sorry, Draco. If I hadn’t talked you
into sending them to school, Cam would be asleep in his bed,” she sobbed
softly. “Can you ever forgive me?”
He
lifted her head and looked lovingly into her eyes. “There is nothing to forgive. You have done nothing wrong. I agreed to send the boys to school. I was the one that failed you and the
boys. How could I have been so naive as
to believe Bellatrix and Rodolphus were killed by simple prison guards?”
Ginny
softly kissed his lips then whispered, “This isn’t your fault either.”
“We
need to be strong for each other and the children, Gin. I will bring Cam back to you,” his voice was
firm and convincing.
“I
want to go with you,” she pleaded.
His
kissed her. “The other boys need you
here. I need you to find out how the
Vanishing Cabinet from Hogwarts got into the school.”
She
pulled herself as close to him as she could.
“Be careful. I couldn’t bear
losing you.”
The
blond wizard kissed her very passionately.
When it ended, he placed his nose on hers and smirked. “I love you.
You’re never getting rid of me.”
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